He thinks I love him very much

Chapter 17： Using Valenrian's Connections to Make Money

To avoid unnecessary trouble, she wore a fake red ponytail and changed her makeup slightly.

As they walked in, the receptionist handed them two exquisitely crafted yellow and white thread flowers, each the size of a palm.

Luna looked at Grace in confusion, and Grace smirked, "These are the voting flowers for the finals. Stick the flower on the guy you support."

"The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl...what an interesting phrase," Luna thought.

Grace was struggling with the tea box, so Luna put the two thread flowers in her pocket.

"Manager Green."

Grace recognized someone and walked over with the box.

Manager Green, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, turned around and greeted them with a big smile. " Grace? Are you here to see Young Master for the old lady again? He's not here tonight."

"AH?He is not here ?"

Grace pretended to be surprised as Luna had taught her, then said, "The family asked me to bring some tea to the young master. What should I do if he's not here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a voice came from beside her. "Little Grace?"

Luna turned her head and saw a young man with slicked-back hair turning around on the sofa not far away. He had delicate features, supported himself on the back of the couch with one hand, and wore a valuable watch.

"Oh,Hey ~Edward ."

Grace nodded politely to him.

He was one of Valenrian's hangers-on that Grace had mentioned, Edward Anthony Darcy, the second young master of the Darcy family, a rich second-generation who spent his days goofing off.

"Oh, calling me young master again? Your Von family has so many rules. Just call me Brother ."

Edward winked at Grace. "Why didn't you reply to my messages? I've been lovesick waiting for you."

"... ..."

Grace had been sent out by the old lady a few times to find people, and Edward had insisted on adding her contact information. This playboy who spent all day flirting and never said anything serious would be foolish if she took him seriously.

Seeing Grace remain silent, Edward continued, "Come on, since Bo isn't here, can you make me a cup of tea instead? I have a bit of a headache from drinking."

Grace and Luna looked at each other and walked towards the booth.

Many young gentlemen were sitting and chatting around Edward, and the dazzling lights were flickering.

"This is our family's tea maker. Let her make tea for Young Master Edward," Grace introduced Luna and then helped to open the box.

Inside, there was only a tiny canister of tea leaves, and everything else was tea-making utensils. The tea bowl used was a covered bowl, with a blue and white porcelain body and an elegant appearance.

Luna rolled up her light chiffon sleeves and boiled the mountain spring water she had brought.

"Why is your family's tea maker still wearing a mask? Take it off," Edward leaned against the sofa and licked his lips, looking up and down at Luna. His features were good, but his figure was a bit thin.

The people around him joked, "It's only our Brother Edward who dares to flirt with the people in Valerian's family every day. If he has a bad relationship with Valenrian, he..."

"Don't talk nonsense," Edward interrupted with a frown before the person could finish speaking.

Valenrian didn't mind him playing around, but he had boundaries. He always considered himself a little brother and wouldn't want to hear such self-praising words that he had a good relationship with Valenrian. He wouldn't know how he died.

With that said, he lost interest in taking off Luna's mask and just stared at her making tea.

"Have you heard? Mr.Von came up with a new game a few days ago called Whack-a-Mole. It's quite interesting," someone said.

"Whack-a-Mole?" Edward raised his eyebrows.

The person smirked, "Yeah, the girl who plays games has seen a psychiatrist twice."

"That's his style."

Edward wasn't surprised.

At the words, the young gentlemen all smiled knowingly.

Luna paused in her movements as she listened, furrowing her brow for a moment before relaxing it. She picked up the tea leaves, placing them in the lid-covered bowl with the root end facing down. The tea leaves were of uniform size and emitted a consistent fragrance. She reached out for the water and poured it down in a smooth and flowing motion, creating a beautiful and fluid sequence of movements.

As the water flowed slowly, the sound it made was enchanting. The delicate chiffon sleeves that draped down to her elbows fluttered lightly, as if being teased by the wispy smoke, creating a scene that was particularly elegant and pleasing to the eye.

The young men who were chatting couldn't help but be drawn to her, silently watching her every move.

In the lid-covered bowl, the tender green tea leaves seemed to have found their own stage and began to slowly stretch out in the water, releasing their fragrance bit by bit, overpowering the surrounding scent of alcohol.

Edward, who had just spoken casually, found himself reaching out to smell the fragrance.