Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 103 - : 103. Black Gold Vine Velvet_1
Chapter 103: 103. Black Gold Vine Velvet_1
Lun Chuan followed behind, raising his hand to block the green leaf.
Pale and slender yet with distinctly knuckled fingers, he lightly touched the textured green surface. This intenselorntrast only made him appear more jade-like, infusing a sense of tranquility into his whole being.
Then, Lun Chuan looked down at the leaf in his hand and answered in a low voice, “It’s called Velvet Leaf.”
A month had passed since he’d been home, and it seemed as though nothing had changed, yet everything had.
The living room was still bright and clear, the glass spotless. Walking past the soft, minimalist sofa, the terrace outside still hosted his patch of flowers and plants, vibrant and growing wild.
Lun Jing placed the suitcase on the table near the entrance, talking to him as she unpacked, “I locked the gym; you’re not fit for strenuous exercise now. Be sensible, okay?”
Lun Chuan nodded.
Whether it was locked or not didn’t really matter. Of the four bedrooms at home, one had been turned into a study, another into a gym with basic equipment. But Lun Chuan wasn’t one for reckless indulgence, especially not in his current state.
Lun Jingntinued to prattle on:
“I had the housekeeperme clean this morning, the same one you always use. But with you like this, we’ll need to find someone else took for you…”
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She pulled out a box of tea leaves, then paused her unpacking to ask him, “Achuan, I know you don’t like having people around, but you can put your writing on hold for a bit and rest properly. Otherwise, Mom canme stay with you.”
“No need.”
Lun Chuan, having changed into slippers, walked over to her. Standing at six feet tall with admirable posture, he raised his hand to help her unpack the suitcase. The casual clothes he wore clung to and outlined the smooth curvature of his spine and his lean waist.
“This place is too far from where you work, and wasn’t the new house transferred to your name? This is a good chance for you to move in, closer to thempany, to avoid traffic,” he said, then added after a pause, “I’ll be fine here with just the housekeeper.”
Lun Jing didn’t know what to say.
She, in fact, wasn’t the overly attentive type. Her son had always been like this, enjoying his solitude, disturbed by the presence of others in the house, unable to find peace.
At that moment, she fell silent for a while, then simply decided to open up a box of tea leaves and change the subject:
“Here, try these. They’re handmade by a young girl. Mom knows you prefer single bush tea, but take a sip of this green tea at least, don’t let it go to waste.”
Upon opening the tea bag, a serene fragrance enveloped the room, as refreshing as a mountain stream, silently permeating the space.
The scent made them both feel refreshed and extremelymfortable.
Lun Jing instinctively clutched the bag, “Wow, this is so fragrant!”
She then hurried into the kitchen, clumsily digging out a cup, and turned on the tap to fill it with water.
The water at the perfect temperature filled the cup, stirring up steam that released the fragrance of the tea leaves.
Up close, it seemed even their eyes weremforted by the warmth.
She held the cup high, then with her heart filled with joy proclaimed, “Achuan, look at this fine tea, thelor is so nice.”
Although the tea tips weren’t pure buds, with auple of tender leaves mixed in, it didn’t detract from its beauty or aroma.
Lun Chuan took the cup and eyed the pale green tea, feeling a thirst of his own.
“Such fine tea!” Lun Jing said with delight before hesitating again:
“Such fine tea leaves, and someone sends you three pounds at once, all so carefully packaged… Achuan, tell the girl not to spend any more; it’s not easy for the villagers to make money. This has to be the best tea, chosen with great care.”
Should I send a message?
Lun Chuan hesitated; he didn’t want to interact with strangers anymore.
However, Lun Jinguldn’t wait for his reply and, clutching the cup in her hands with indecision, said, “The tea is so nice; don’t you think sending two boxes might be too extravagant? Maybe we should just send one.”
Three pounds, three gift boxes, eachntaining five iron tins of two ounces each.
What Lun Jing originally meant by one or two boxes was two gift packages. But now, one or two boxes referred to these two-ounce packs.
But she was torn and hesitant, yet in the end, the damned feeling of not wanting to seem ungrateful overcame her reluctance and she gritted her teeth and decided, “Let’s send two boxes.”
While muttering excuses to herself:
“What if they don’t like tea? Sending just four ounces won’t be too wasteful… And besides, however good his ham might be, can it be better than our tea?”
…
After Lun Jing left, the spacious room quieted down again.
Lun Chuan took out the remote, and with a “beep,” the electric curtains slowly drew closed, casting the room into dimness.
Therner night light activated, emitting only a hazy glow over a small area, making the already dim human figure within the light seem all the more lonely.
The scent of fresh tea lingered faintly as he took out his phone intending to message the girl who kept sending things. However, upon opening WeChat, thenversation at the very top was still with his editor:
“Lun Chuan, how long will it take to rver after the skin graft? If it’s within a month, I can still hold off.”
“Your new book has received several offers from the publishers, but the highest bidmes from a filmmpany that only wishes you’d meet their ‘Princess’ in person, have a meal with her.”
“Do you understand what I mean? They’re star chasing. You’re the star in her eyes. But with your currentndition, I’m afraid the deal might not go through.”
“It’s a very, very high offer. Thempany really needs this opportunity.”
“You’ve always had a pleasantoperation with thempany over the years, and we’ve been actively promoting your work. Everyone is looking forward to thisllaboration.”
“And they’ve promised not to hold onto the rights but to start planning the production as soon as possible. Back when you weren’t very famous, those works were hoarded by others; now is a good opportunity.”
“Lun Chuan,nsult the doctor well, and let me know once you have news.”
Lun Chuan closed his eyes, leaning his head back slightly.
The lines of his jaw were smooth and flowing; in the gloom, his Adam’s apple shifted as he swallowed. His arms hung long and straight, the sensation of scars on his back and shoulders causing a faint twinge of pain.
Originally, he chose to write simply to make himself happy. But now, was it worth it to be trapped by this job?
The fragrance of tea wafted through the air; he picked up his cup and took a light sip, instantly feeling the sweetness permeate his throat, as if he was engulfed by a lush mountain forest, a life of peacefulness.
His mind was utterly clear.
Lun Chuan picked up his phone again, but this time not to reply to the editor. Instead, he opened the message from Song Tan that had arrived three days earlier.
This time, he finally mustered up theurage:
“Thank you for the tea, I really like it.”
