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Chapter 4: Real Identity

Chen Jiaxin's POV

Just as what Xiyi had promised me, he did accompany me today to check a prospect studio for our pottery workshops.

We stand hand in hand in front of an old two-storey building as we wait for the owner to come. He's not late, we're just a little early.

"It's a bit old," Xiyi spoke.

I smiled.

"And so is my master," I replied.

Xiyi chuckled.

"You're right, the building's a little older than what I expected, but as I looked into it, the more I become amazed by its structure. I think it's a perfect place to mold clay," I said.

"You sound just like your master."

"Well, he's the one who taught me Mr. Yi. He's old and that's what makes him a great pottery artist, he created so many masterpieces based on his life experiences, and I have learned everything that I knew from those experiences."

Xiyi smiled.

"I meant that as a compliment. You sound great just like your master, I'm so proud of you, Jiaxin."

He reached my head and patted my hair.

"Maybe that's why Grandma had stopped pestering you to return in Chengjie because she sees a lot of potential in you as an artist."

"Eyy, you know I'm always sorry for declining Grandma's request, but I already promised her that I'm still willing to help the company in any way I can except being her permanent employee, I still want to pursue my dream as a potter."

He smiled.

"You'll always have my support in anything that you want to do, I know pottery is your passion, and I'm happy that you had found something that you really wanted to do," he said. "It's enough for me that I'm by your side while you do the thing that you love," he added.

And just like how an ice would melt when exposed to heat, I melted from this man's words.

I held his hand tightly and smiled at him.

"Excuse me, Miss Chen?"

We both looked at the direction where the voice came from and saw a man, maybe in his late twenties wearing a dark grey suit.

"Eyy, hello, you're Mr. Fang?" I greeted.

"Yes, nice to meet you," he said and held out his hand to me, maybe to shake hands?

However, as I was about to reached his hand, Xiyi grabbed it instead and shook it.

"Hello Mr. Fang, nice to meet you too, I'm Wang Xiyi, Miss Chen's husband," he muttered with a monotonous tone.

"Oh, hello there Mr. Wang," Mr. Fang greeted as he let go of Xiyi's hand.

They both stared at each other for a minute and I felt like running away from here out of awkwardness.

"Eyy, Mr. Fang, can we now take a look of the building?" I spoke breaking the awkwardness, well I mean the silence rather.

He smiled at me and led the way towards the building. He then took the keys inside the pocket of his pants and opened the door for us.

Mr. Fang showed us inside the building both downstairs and upstairs. It might seem old at the outside but the building is well and rigorously maintained in the inside.

There's one separate room in the first floor in which I think is a good location to place the kiln. Meanwhile, upstairs is just a wide open room with two glass windows and one glass door connecting to a small balcony at the back of the second floor.