Chapter 71

Su Ruoyun's tea-grinding movement paused slightly, she raised her eyelids, glanced at Huo Jingcheng sideways, and her tone was flat: "The child in the family is young and ignorant, does Mr. Huo also want to take it seriously?"

Huo Jingcheng remained unmoved, a trace of imperceptible smile flashed in his eyes, he put his hands on the edge of the table, and asked deliberately: "But I've already taken it seriously, what should I do?"

The tea powder was poured into the cup by Su Ruoyun, and with a light 'clatter', the covered bowl was placed on the tea table: "Less nonsense."

As she said this, she clapped her palms clean, dusted off the tea powder, and then took the phone on the tea table to return all the transfers from the early morning.

Half a second later, a slight vibration caught Huo Jingcheng's attention. He lowered his eyes subconsciously, his gaze falling on the phone screen that lit up on the tea table. On the screen, a new message popped up, which was a notification of the transfer being returned.

"She called me Cousin-in-law, so this change-of-address money should naturally be given." His expression was calm, his tone was taken for granted, and he transferred the money back again.

Hearing this, Su Ruoyun lowered her eyes, stared at the three words "change-of-address money" in the note, sneered, and mocked mercilessly: "You are really shameless enough."

Huo Jingcheng acted as if he hadn't heard her scolding, reached out on his own, picked up the teapot on the side, tilted the spout, and then poured himself a cup of water unhurriedly: "She already called me Cousin-in-law, don't you have anything to change your address?"

Hearing this, Su Ruoyun's eyes flickered, falling straight on the neatly arranged buttons on the collar of his windbreaker, like a little cat that had just stolen fish, the corners of her mouth raised, her smile full of cunning, her tone light: "Do you really want me to call?"

Huo Jingcheng raised his eyebrows slightly, noncommittal, feeling a bit strange about her sudden change.

She watched Huo Jingcheng's slightly 'expectant' expression quietly for a few seconds, her eyes full of undisguised ill intent, and a "Cousin-in-law" popped out crisply: "Cousin-in-law."

"..." Huo Jingcheng.

Her eyes flowed, as if hiding a smile, and she said meaningfully: "If you like this title so much, I can call it a few more times."

"Called very well, don't call it next time." The male voice was low, his expression remained unchanged, but he just pulled the corners of his lips slightly, as if a faint helplessness overflowed.

Making tea required concentration, so Su Ruoyun didn't continue the conversation with him, taking care of the tea set in her hands.

Injecting a small amount of warm water into the tea bowl, she stirred it lightly with a tea whisk. The green tea powder and warm water blended together. After it turned into a thick tea paste, she lifted the pot again, poured warm water into the tea paste, and the tea whisk beat up and down. Under the stirring of the tea whisk, the tea soup foamed with layers of white foam. The foam accumulated, the tea whisk slowed down its movement, brushing slowly along the wall of the cup, eliminating the large bubbles one by one, making the tea foam more delicate and uniform, condensing in the cup.

Finally, she held a tea spoon, scooped clear water to paint, and after painting the pattern in two or three strokes, handed the tea bowl to Huo Jingcheng.

Huo Jingcheng stared at the white, strangely shaped pattern on the tea bowl close at hand, bent his long fingers to tap the table rhythmically, and took the initiative to ask: "What is this?"

"Orange." Su Ruoyun followed his gaze downward and saw that the white pattern in the cup had rounded lines, just like a round, cute orange. She raised her eyes to meet his black eyes: "Is it not obvious?"

"... Quite obvious." Huo Jingcheng was silent for a long time before answering her.

Hearing his insincerity, Su Ruoyun let out a faint hum from her nasal cavity, pulled over a plain handkerchief at will, and wiped her hands meticulously.

Huo Jingcheng didn't stay at the 'One River Tobacco' Tea House for too long. After drinking the tea, he got up and left.

Su Ruoyun sent him to the door of the East Wing Room, raised her hand to hold the door frame, her fingertips touching the hollow carvings, her gaze following his figure as he walked away, his posture tall and straight, fluttering in the wind.

Watching his back for a long time, suddenly she thought of something, turned her head to look at the private room, and then said loudly: "Your things."

Huo Jingcheng didn't stop his steps, didn't even turn his head, his voice drifted over wrapped in the wind, still in that lazy tone: "Sent to you, it's yours."

The guqin silk strings and the bracelet were left at the Tea House once again.

The next afternoon, the sky was clear and the breeze was not dry, it was a good day.

Cheongsam paid attention to tailoring, and the tools required were numerous. In order to make it more convenient for the master to show his skills, Ms. Ming didn't invite the master to the Family Courtyard, but took Su Ruoyun to a cheongsam store in the hutong alley.

Two low-key black Red Flag cars stopped at the back door of the cheongsam store. The driver wearing white gloves sat in the driver's seat, and the guards in the rear car got off and entered the store first.

After a careful check, a guard stepped forward, opened the door respectfully, and bowed slightly: "Madam."

Ms. Ming led Su Ruoyun out of the car.

She had an elegant and dignified posture, dressed in a simple dark green cheongsam. The deep tone brought its own noble temperament, and a jade bracelet with full green water was wrapped around her wrist. The translucent color added a bit of gentleness and luxury.

The cheongsam store was closed today, only for the arrival of distinguished guests.

The cheongsam master hung a tape measure loosely around his neck and carefully brought out the meticulously crafted cheongsam.

A lotus-pink cheongsam, with plump and moist pearl buttons, exquisitely dotted on the lapel, and on the skirt, the embroidery was exquisite, with lush lotus flowers.

Su Ruoyun held the cheongsam with both hands and walked into the changing room to put it on.

Her features were exquisite, her face was beautiful, and the fresh and elegant pink revealed a section of her clean arms. The tailoring was appropriate, pinching out a slender waist that couldn't be held in a handful. Her figure was outlined gracefully, and her long hair was loosely tied up. When walking, it slightly revealed a section of her fair legs, swaying with charm.

"It seems the waist is too wide, let's tighten it a bit more." As she spoke, Ms. Ming let Su Ruoyun turn a circle.

Su Ruoyun followed obediently, like a cute little wooden puppet, turned a circle lightly, and stood still quietly.

After confirming the places to be modified, Su Ruoyun walked toward the changing room, preparing to take off the cheongsam.

She walked around the corner gracefully. Without any defense, a hand gently rested on her waist. The sudden touch exploded like a thunderbolt in her heart, and her whole body froze on the spot instantly.

Su Ruoyun's gaze moved downward, only to see a large hand with distinct joints. She subconsciously stretched out her right hand, tightly gripped the large hand on her waist downward, and was about to break it forcefully, when a familiar male voice came from behind with a bit of playfulness: "Heroine, spare my life."

Su Ruoyun's movement paused. As soon as she turned her head, what came into view was Huo Jingcheng's handsome face with distinct edges and corners, with his signature rogue smile. She blurted out without thinking: "You followed me?!"