Chapter 672
: The cold woman's words shocked the whole audience, Lin De followed Wan Yao to the
In deep winter, the biting cold wind cuts passers-by's faces like ice knives.
But inside the teahouse, it was extremely lively.
The noise was getting louder and louder, as if it was about to break through the roof.
Tea drinkers sat around the table in groups of three or four, calling each other and their faces flushed with excitement.
The sounds of laughter, chatter and arguments interweave together, like a noisy but life-filled piece of music.
The kettle on the charcoal stove puffed happily, and white hot steam rose up like a light fairy.
It permeates the air, blending with the faint fragrance of tea, making people feel relaxed physically and mentally.
Amidst the noise and chaos, the cool and elegant woman in the elegant room on the second floor finally spoke slowly.
Her voice was neither high nor low, just like a gentle breeze.
With an indescribable magic, it slowly penetrates through the layers of noise and reaches everyone's ears clearly.
The tea drinkers who were originally talking and dancing seemed to be suddenly cast under a spell, and all their movements came to an abrupt stop.
Some tea drinkers raised their teacups in the air, their eyes full of surprise and curiosity, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.
Some were putting snacks into their mouths and even forgot to chew them.
He just stared blankly at the place where the sound came from, and the snack crumbs almost fell from the corner of his mouth.
Others who had been having a lively conversation together, some even arguing over different opinions, stopped talking instantly at this moment.
They looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion.
The teahouse, which had been as bustling as a boiling oil pot just now, suddenly became quiet.
Only the clear and cold sound remained, flowing slowly in the air like a gurgling stream.
Like a stone thrown into a calm lake, ripples appear.
This also caused countless speculations in everyone's minds, and they all wondered secretly in their hearts: Who is the owner of this voice?
What else to say?
"Wan Yao, since Master Lin doesn't care about the life and death of his family, we don't have to force him.
It’s just a pity that such a young child will have to live a lonely and helpless life from now on.
There is nothing he can do about it. Who made him have such a cold-blooded and heartless father? "
The cold woman's voice carried a faint sigh, like pity, but also like ridicule.
At this moment in the deep winter, the teahouse is like a bustling little world in the mortal world.
There was a blazing fire in the house, with warmth and the aroma of tea intertwined. The sounds of people chatting and laughing, and the clinking of tea sets, filled the space.
At this moment, the voice suddenly sounded, with a sense of emptiness and otherworldliness, and also a hint of unquestionable majesty.
In this noisy teahouse, it seems particularly abrupt, as if it is a fairy sound from outer space, breaking into the hustle and bustle of the city.
But there is an inexplicable power that silences the surrounding noise.
The cold woman's voice was clear and pleasant, like the tinkling sound of a clear spring flowing in the mountains.
But the voice was icy cold, as if it carried the chill of ice and snow, drilling straight into people's hearts.
The carved doors and windows of the private rooms in the teahouse were tightly closed, but the sound seemed to have magical power, penetrating all the barriers and reaching Lind's ears directly.
This sudden sound caused ripples in his heart.
A hint of surprise flashed across his originally dead eyes.
Linde was originally staring at the teacup on the table, his thoughts drifting somewhere unknown, but at this moment he seemed to be pulled back to reality by the voice.
He raised his head slightly, his eyes full of confusion, and subconsciously looked for the source of the sound.
It was as if trying to find the secret hidden behind this strange sound.
Then Lin De stood up suddenly, clenched his fists, and said loudly: "This lady knows so much about my family's affairs, she must be an old acquaintance of mine, I wonder if she could show herself to see me?
So that I can understand it clearly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wanyao, with light movements, reached out and took the jade pendant from his hand. The jade pendant was warm and lustrous, flowing on Wanyao's white fingertips, as if it complemented her.
Wan Yao raised her chin slightly, like an elegant swan, with a hint of pride in her eyes.
Just like the winter flowers standing proudly on the branches, cold and confident.
The eyes were as bright as stars, with an inviolable dignity, as if silently declaring his position to Lind.
"Mr. Lin, I can't let you hold this jade pendant anymore. It's really heartbreaking that you don't value it so much."
Wan Yao spoke softly, her voice was gentle but filled with unquestionable firmness.
The noise in the teahouse seemed to become the background sound for Wan Yao's current posture.
The attention of the people around her was unconsciously attracted by her action.
A brief silence quietly spread in the midst of the bustle.
"It has always been other people who go to see my wife, but no one has ever dared to arrange for my wife to do anything!
Master Lin, you should follow me up, otherwise you may never know some things."
Wan Yao's voice sounded again, with a hint of sarcasm.
When Wan Yao's voice of "slave" reached Lin De's ears, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing ripples in his heart.
Lin De immediately understood what the other party meant, and he looked up at Wan Yao.
She looked respectful, yet with a hint of certainty.
At this moment, Lin De thought to himself: If I didn't follow Wan Yao to the second floor to meet the cold woman in the elegant room.
I am afraid that even in my lifetime, I will never know the origin of the family heirloom jade pendant.
After all, this jade pendant carries countless family memories and is of great significance to Linde.
At this moment, the noise of the crowd in the teahouse seemed to have faded away, and his thoughts were all drawn to the origin of the jade pendant.
Lin De looked at Wan Yao and nodded slightly, as if he had made some kind of decision.
Lin De finally decided to follow Wan Yao and embark on this journey to the second floor full of unknowns.
As soon as Lin De opened the door of the private room and walked in, he saw the cold woman sitting in the main seat.
The cold woman had a delicate oval face and skin as white as snow.
In the sunlight, it seems to emit a soft halo, as delicate as the finest mutton-fat jade, and so delicate that it seems to be broken by a breath.
A pair of almond eyes are like a clear lake, bright and beautiful, with intelligence and agility in the eyes.
Whenever she smiled, her eyes would bend into two crescents, sparkling with bright light.
Just like the brightest stars in the night sky, people can't help but be intoxicated by it.
The nose is straight and beautiful, perfectly located in the center of the face.
It adds a sense of three-dimensionality to the cold woman's face.
Her lips are red without any makeup, just as beautiful and juicy as a newly blooming cherry.
The slightly upturned corners of the mouth always seem to carry a faint smile, giving people a kind and sweet feeling.
A head of long, shiny black hair falls on both sides of her shoulders like a waterfall.
Soft and smooth, with an attractive luster, as if every strand of hair has been carefully cared for.
The cold woman has an exquisite white jade hairpin on her head. The warm luster of the hairpin contrasts with her beautiful hair, making her temperament more gentle.
With every move she made, the small pendant on the hairpin swayed gently.
It made a subtle and crisp sound, like a pleasant little tune. (End of this chapter)