His Domineering Lover
Chapter 765

"What, what did you call me?" Tracey felt restless.

"Both you and I know that you're the daughter of our patriarch, so you're the Miss of the R family. Relax, and we will be good to your friend. Now go ahead and do your job."

With a push from Mira, Tracey stumbled into the villa. An old voice came to her ears, "Welcome home, Miss Tracey."

An old man with a cane stood at the end of the queue. He dressed in a Tang suit. His face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were sharp.

Mira walked towards the old man, "I've invited Miss Tracey back."

"Mira, you promised to take me to Ms. Hawkins!" Tracey was furious to find out that it was a trick. 'What do they want to bring me here?'

"Miss Tracey, don't worry. The patriarch is taking a break in the sanatorium. I can arrange for you to meet her after our conversation." The old man walked close and bowed to Tracey respectfully as the servants did to their masters in ancient times.

Tracey got gooseflesh all over for awkwardness, 'Isn't it a joke? It is the 21st century. Does this etiquette still exit?'

"You... what is it?" Tracey was at a loss.

"Miss Tracey, please come with me. We've been waiting for you for a long time." The hunched old man did not seem to bear any ill will, but Tracey still felt worried about the missing Steve.

Seeing that Tracey was uneasy, Mira smiled, "Miss Tracey, aren't you interested in the secrets of our clan? He will tell you everything."

"What about my friend?"

"He just lost his way. I will go find him right away. I promise to be good to your friend." Mira smiled brightly, and Tracey was persuaded.

"Come, Miss," the old man urged.

Tracey left with the old man, as she was anxious to find the truth.

The interior decoration of the villa was in Chinese traditional style. There were some calligraphies and paintings hanging on the wall. Tracey could tell that these antiques were authentic. Anyone of the calligraphies or paintings on the wall was invaluable, not to mention the houses.

Wang Xizhi's work was rare, and a copy from the Tang Dynasty would be worth a sky-high price. Tracey saw one Wang Xizhi's work in the hall.

It was said that the R family was an influential family in the late stage of the Qing Dynasty, so

Tracey believed that these R clan had authentic antiques.

The old man led Tracey into a room of antique beauty. There was a wooden table with carved patterns, a screen with a portrait of a lady, and a bookshelf made of rosewood.

On the bookshelf, Tracey even found bamboo slips. She couldn't help feeling more interested in this family.

There were writing brushes, ink sticks, paper, and ink slabs on the desk. It seemed that the old man left his painting halfway, and in a hurry.

It was a painting about the lotus after a rain, and the petal of the lotus was half-finished.

"You know painting?" The old man noticed that Tracey had stared at his painting for a long time.

"I learned modern painting, not the traditional Chinese one."

"Well, you will learn it later. We can't lose the quintessence of our culture." With a gesture, the old man invited Tracey to sit opposite him.

"Can you tell me what's going on now? Where is my mother? How is she now? Is the curse true?" Tracey asked all the questions in one breath. "Look, how anxious you are! Take it easy, and I will answer all your questions." He poured Tracey a cup of tea.

Both the teapot and teacup were of old styles, and Tracey smelled the fragrance of tea.

When the yellow-green water fill the cup, Tracey's eyes were blurred by the water vapor.

The tea fragrance made Tracey calm down.

"Life is like tea. The tea is no different from water if you drink in one gulp. It requires patience to taste the fragrance of the tea." The old man took a sip slowly.

He closed his eyes with leisure and took a deep breath as if this tea was the most delicious thing in the world.

Tracey copied what the old man did. In fact, she didn't like tea.

Sometimes, Johan asked Tracey to have teas with him, but she preferred coffee, necessary for staying up late.

It needed time to taste tea, bitter at first, sweet at last.

The fragrance lingered in the mouth, and the drinker couldn't help trying another sip. That was the magic of tea.

Seeing that Tracey had calmed down, the old man said, "My name is Ramiro Miranda. In this clan, they all call me the First Elder." "You are as old as my grandpa. Then I'll call you Grandpa Ramiro." At this address, Ramiro's expression froze for a second.

He seemed to be missing something and regained himself after a moment.

"Whatever you like. You want to know about our clan. How much did your mother tell you?" Ramiro's sedate voice calmed Tracey down as the tea did.

Tracey shook her head, "She told me nothing about this clan, though I asked her about my grandparents and her hometown."

"She said she lost all her memories about the past because of some accident. Then, my father took her in, and they fell in love. Later, I was born."

"She told me that what mattered most was not the past, but the future; the past was the past, and taking advantage of the present for the future should be my priority." Tracey was too young to understand what Tina meant then. And there was no chance for them to discuss it later.

"The patriarch is a smart but selfish person."

"No, she is good to me. In my heart, she is the most selfless one." Tracey couldn't hear anything bad about his mother and retorted instantly.

"Relax. Take a sip of tea. You have to remember, no matter what happens, you have to remain

calm." Ramiro reminded.

Tracey used to be good at controlling her emotions, but her self-control ability seemed to disappear after getting pregnant.

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