Kyoto kisses her

Why isn't Chapter 13 about being obsessed with men?
"You're so drunk, and you're still thinking about selling tea? Are you a 'tea-selling girl'?" Li Li was speechless at the female drunkard and scolded her softly.

Su Ruoyun kept her eyes tightly closed, smacked her lips, and remained unmoved by Li Li's words. Suddenly, she uttered a clear and loud word: "Buy!"

"..." Li Li.

Too lazy to take each person home individually, Li Li simply brought the two of them to his apartment.

The next morning.

Su Ruoyun woke up from her dream in a daze, her eyes dazzled by the light filtering through the curtains. She weakly raised her hand to shield her eyes and yawned.

The rustling sounds also woke the person beside her. He Jingrong, nestled in the blankets, asked softly, "What time is it?"

Her voice was heavy with the effects of alcohol and drowsiness.

Upon hearing this, Su Ruoyun sat up, bent down to take her phone from the bedside table, and gently rubbed her swollen temples with her other hand. "It's 9:55."

As she scrolled through the messages, she tried to recall what had happened last night. Gradually, fragments of memories crept into her mind, like a dream, yet also like something that had actually happened.

As soon as she stopped sliding her thumb up and down, she shook her head violently, trying to shake those unclear fragments out of her mind, her fine black hair instantly becoming disheveled.

"Bamboo, what are you doing?" As soon as He Jingrong opened her eyes, she saw her friend acting as a washing machine, running at high speed.

"Wake up." With that, Su Ruoyun ended her reminiscence, sighed deeply, threw off the covers, and slowly walked to the bathroom.

A moment later, Li Li came in, carrying a glass of honey water in one hand. Seeing the sleepy-eyed He Jingrong, he asked, "Awake?"

He Jingrong sat cross-legged on the soft bed, turning her head to stare at the green trees outside the window. The curtains had been completely drawn open, and dazzling light shone into the French windows.

Hearing Li Li's words, she nodded.

Li Li walked to the bedside, handed over the honey water in her hand, and placed another cup on the bedside table. "Drink this. Where's Zhu Zi?"

"In the shower."

"Auntie has already made breakfast. After you've washed up, come out and eat quickly."

……

Half an hour later, Su Ruoyun shuffled out of the room in her slippers, sat down opposite Li Li, and served herself a bowl of nourishing pumpkin porridge. It was fragrant, smooth, soft, and delicious, making one's mouth water.

"Did we encounter anyone last night?" she asked, stirring the porridge in her bowl with a spoon.

As Li Li took a bite of the xiaolongbao, she shook her head. "No, what's wrong?"

Su Ruoyun felt relieved and treated the memories as a dream. She scooped up a spoonful of pumpkin porridge and put it in her mouth. "It's nothing, I just had a dream last night."

Li Li picked up the conversation, asking curiously, "What kind of dream?"

"I think I dreamt that a kind person came to buy tea and gave me a lot of money, but then he got angry for no reason and refused to buy the tea, so I had to coax him..."

It was the truth, but the names were omitted.

After listening, Li Li commented on her: "Are you crazy for money?"

"...Why not just because you're obsessed with men?" Su Ruoyun raised her eyebrows slightly and calmly asked her.

"If you're going to be love-obsessed, then I have nothing to say."

Another love-struck person at the dinner table chimed in: "I had a dream last night too. I dreamt that Ye Shi'an was showing off in front of me with a woman. Do you think he broke up with me because he was having an affair?"

Su Ruoyun threw the tissue into the trash can. "Why don't you say that he's dying and doesn't want to be a burden to you, that's why he wants to break up with you?"

Upon hearing this, Li Li couldn't suppress his laughter and burst out laughing. Because of the severe hangover, Su Ruoyun didn't go to the teahouse or move from her apartment. She stayed with He Jingrong at Li Li's apartment all day until five o'clock in the afternoon before returning home.

Meanwhile, on the other side, there's the 'Yichuan Tobacco' teahouse.

"Not here again?"

Xiao Hu nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "The proprietress didn't come to the teahouse today. If Mr. Huo has anything urgent, I'll call her for you."

Yesterday afternoon, after Huo Jingcheng left, she sent a WeChat message to Su Ruoyun to let her know. Su Ruoyun replied with "I know" and said nothing more.

"No need, I'll come again tomorrow."

Xiao Hu stared blankly at Huo Jingcheng's decisive departing figure, sensing something was amiss, and had no choice but to send another message to Su Ruoyun.

[Madam, Mr. Huo is here looking for you at the teahouse again.]
Su Ruoyun replied quickly: [Have you asked him what he wanted to see me about?]

Xiao Hu: [I asked him yesterday, but he didn't say. Today I told him you weren't here, and he left very quickly.]
Su Ruoyun: [Then let's talk about it tomorrow.]
Xiao Hu: [Okay.]
When the conversation ended, Su Ruoyun was having dinner in her apartment. She racked her brains trying to figure out what Huo Jingcheng wanted to talk to her about. Could it be that he wanted a refund for the membership fee? That seemed unlikely.

At this moment, she had completely forgotten about the suit jacket she had thrown in the lounge.

Unable to figure it out, Su Ruoyun simply stopped thinking about it and focused on eating her dinner.

The next day, Su Ruoyun went out to the teahouse.

Xiao Hu was tidying up the shelves when she saw Su Ruoyun, and she gossiped a little.

Su Ruoyun smoothed her long hair and shook her head when she heard her question. "I don't know why he came either."

At 5:35 p.m., she received the answer from Huo Jingcheng.

Seeing that Su Ruoyun looked confused, Huo Jingcheng slowly reminded her, "Clothes."

Upon hearing those two words, Su Ruoyun froze as if struck by lightning. She swallowed nervously, a hint of panic in her voice, "Clothes..."

Huo Jingcheng watched her with great interest, and he had his own guesses in his mind: she must have completely forgotten about her clothes.

In a moment of quick thinking, she said, "The clothes...the dry cleaners haven't delivered them yet. Could you leave me your address so I can have them delivered by local courier? Or could you leave me your contact information?"

"WeChat or phone number?"

"Let's use WeChat," Su Ruoyun said, taking out her phone. "I'll scan your QR code."

"it is good."

After successfully adding her as a friend, Su Ruoyun stared at the line of text in the chat box: "[I have accepted your friend request. We can start chatting now.]" She felt a little strange. How could she... have given away her contact information so quickly?

Although something seemed amiss, it was quickly concealed. Su Ruoyun turned her phone screen off, smiled, and didn't forget to recommend tea to the wealthy man, "By the way, our teahouse received a new batch of tea a couple of days ago. Would Mr. Huo like to take a look?"

Her hopeful gaze fell on the man's face.

Huo Jingcheng glanced at her smiling face and said slowly, "Next time, when I come to pick up the suit next time, I'll take a look at the new tea."

The customer is king; whatever he/she says goes.

Su Ruoyun was not disappointed that she failed to sell the product. She still smiled and uttered a single word, "Okay."

Watching Huo Jingcheng's figure disappear from the teahouse, she sat back down in her chair and muttered to herself, "Just for a piece of clothing, he's been coming to the teahouse for three days straight. Does a young master like him lack something like this?"

(End of this chapter)