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Chapter 71 You're following me?!
Su Ruoyun paused slightly in grinding the tea, lifted her eyelids, glanced at Huo Jingcheng, and said in a calm tone, "The children in the family are young and don't understand. Does President Huo really want to take it seriously?"

Huo Jingcheng remained unmoved, a barely perceptible smile flashing in his eyes. He placed his hands on the edge of the table and deliberately asked, "But I've already taken it seriously, so what should I do?"

Su Ruoyun poured the tea leaves into the cup with a soft 'click,' and placed the covered bowl on the tea table: "Enough nonsense."

As she spoke, she patted her palms clean, brushed off the tea dust, and then picked up her phone from the tea table to return all the money transferred in the early morning.

Half a second later, a slight vibration caught Huo Jingcheng's attention. He subconsciously lowered his eyes and looked at the phone screen that had lit up on the tea table. A new message popped up on the screen, a notification that the transfer had been refunded.

"She called me 'brother-in-law,' so I should naturally give her a 'change of address fee.'" He said calmly and matter-of-factly, and then transferred the money back.

Upon hearing this, Su Ruoyun lowered her eyes, stared at the words "change of address fee" in the notes, sneered, and said sarcastically without any mercy, "You really are shameless."

Huo Jingcheng acted as if he hadn't heard her scolding. He reached out and picked up the teapot next to him, tilted the spout, and then slowly poured himself a cup of water. "She's already calling me brother-in-law. Don't you have anything to say about changing how you address me?"

Upon hearing this, Su Ruoyun's eyes flickered, staring intently at the neatly arranged buttons on the collar of his trench coat. Like a kitten that had just stolen some cream, the corners of her mouth turned up, her smile full of cunning, and her tone was light and cheerful: "Do you really want me to call you?"

Huo Jingcheng raised an eyebrow slightly, neither confirming nor denying, feeling somewhat puzzled by her sudden change.

She stared at Huo Jingcheng's slightly expectant expression for a few seconds, her eyes filled with undisguised malice, and then uttered a crisp "Brother-in-law."

"..." Huo Jingcheng.

Her eyes sparkled with a hint of a smile as she said meaningfully, "If you like this title so much, I can call you that a few more times."

"That was a good call, but don't do it again next time." The man's voice was deep, his expression unchanged, but he slightly tugged at the corner of his lips, as if a faint sense of helplessness was overflowing.

Making tea requires concentration, so Su Ruoyun stopped talking to him and focused on the tea set in her hands.

Pour a small amount of warm water into the Jianzhan teacup, and gently stir with a tea whisk. The green tea powder and warm water will blend together and turn into a thick tea paste. Then, lift the teapot again and pour warm water into the tea paste. Whisk the tea up and down, and the tea soup will rise to the surface with layers of white foam as the tea whisk is stirred. As the foam accumulates, slow down the whisk and gently brush along the wall of the cup to eliminate the large bubbles one by one, making the tea foam more delicate and even, and condensing in the cup.

Finally, she took a tea ladle, scooped water to paint, and after quickly completing the design, handed the Jianzhan (a type of Chinese teacup) to Huo Jingcheng.

Huo Jingcheng stared at the white, uniquely shaped pattern on the Jianzhan teacup so close to his eyes. He bent his long fingers and tapped the table lightly, making a rhythmic sound. He then asked, "What is this?"

"Orange." Su Ruoyun followed his gaze downwards and saw that the white pattern in the cup had rounded lines, just like a plump and adorable orange. She looked up and met his dark eyes. "Isn't it obvious?"

"...It's quite obvious." Huo Jingcheng remained silent for a while before answering her.

Sensing his insincerity, Su Ruoyun let out a barely audible hum, casually grabbed a plain handkerchief, and carefully wiped her hands.

Huo Jingcheng did not stay at the 'Yichuan Tobacco' teahouse for long. After finishing his tea, he got up and left.

Su Ruoyun escorted him to the door of the east wing, raised her hand to hold the door frame, her fingertips lightly touching the openwork carvings, her gaze following his receding figure, tall and upright, exuding a fierce and breezy aura.

She stared at his retreating figure for a long time, then suddenly remembered something, turned her head to look into the private room, and then called out, "Your things." Huo Jingcheng didn't stop walking, and didn't even turn his head. His voice drifted over with the wind, still in that lazy tone: "What's given to you is yours."

The guqin strings and bracelet were left in the teahouse once again.

……

The next afternoon, the sky was clear and the breeze was gentle; it was a beautiful day.

Making a cheongsam requires tailoring to fit the body and involves many tools. To make it easier for the tailor to demonstrate his skills, Ms. Ming did not invite the tailor to the family compound, but instead took Su Ruojun to a cheongsam shop in the alley.

Two low-profile black Hongqi cars were parked at the back door of the cheongsam shop. The driver, wearing white gloves, sat in the driver's seat, while the guard in the back car got out and went into the shop first.

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

Ms. Ming led Su Ruojun out of the car.

She was elegant and dignified, wearing a simple dark blue cheongsam. The deep color of the cheongsam exuded a noble air. On her wrist was a jade bracelet with a full circle of green water, the lustrous and translucent color adding to her gentleness and luxury.

The cheongsam shop is closed today, just in time for our distinguished guests.

The cheongsam tailor had a measuring tape hanging loosely around her neck as she carefully presented the meticulously crafted cheongsam.

The lotus root pink cheongsam is adorned with lustrous pearl buttons, which are delicately decorated on the collar and hem, with exquisite embroidery resembling lush lotus blossoms.

Su Ruoyun held the cheongsam in both hands and went into the dressing room to change.

Her features were exquisite, her face beautiful, her pink hair fresh and delicate, revealing a section of her clean arm. The clothes were well-tailored, highlighting her slender waist that could be easily grasped, and her figure was graceful and elegant. Her long hair was loosely tied up, and as she walked, a section of her fair legs was slightly revealed, swaying with charm.

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

Su Ruoyun obediently did as she was told, like a silly little wooden puppet, she twirled lightly in a circle and then stood still quietly.

Once the modifications were finalized, Su Ruoyun gracefully walked towards the dressing room, preparing to change out of her cheongsam.

She strolled leisurely around the corner, and without warning, a hand gently rested on her waist. The sudden touch was like a thunderclap in her heart, and she froze on the spot.

Su Ruoyun's gaze shifted downwards, and she saw a large hand with distinct knuckles. She subconsciously reached out her right hand and tightly gripped the large hand around her waist, about to forcefully break it off, when a familiar male voice, tinged with mockery, came from behind her: "Heroine, spare my life."

Su Ruoyun paused, turned her head, and saw Huo Jingcheng's handsome face with its sharp features and signature roguish smile. Without thinking, she blurted out, "You were following me?!"

(End of this chapter)