Sweet Wife in Hidden Marriage

There was an antique tea house in the deep and serene alley with a wooden fence around it, which was fully covered with vines dotted with light pink flowers swaying in the wind.

Pots of flowers were placed in front of the tea house door, and some spider plants were dangling in the air as well. Such a place was perfect for drinking coffee, but it was actually a tea house.

Once entering the tea house, one would be under the delusion that he had stepped back in time. The interior was furnished with rosewood chairs, screens, scripts, paintings and antiques, all in traditional classic style.

Thus, even if the tea house was hidden in a tranquil alley far from the hubbub urban life, it was frequented by guests every day.

Tea was boiled in front of the guests, while a lady was playing the Chinese zither across the bamboo curtain. The music sounded like pearls falling on a jade plate.

"It’s my pleasure to be invited by Young Master Hawkins to such an elegant place to have a cup of tea." Dawson stared at Archibald with a smile across the tea table.

"You’re flattering me, Dawson. It’s my pleasure to invite you to have a cup of tea with me," neither humble nor haughty, Archibald said unhurriedly. As a junior, he handled the conversation with all due ceremonial.

Dawson, who had just turned 60 this year with a lean body, was most interested in tea tasting. He was the head of the radio station.

After some small talk, the tea was served by the one who was boiling tea. The room was filled with the tea aroma.

Dawson shut his eyes, took a deep breath and praised, "It’s the best Longjing tea picked before Grain Rain."

"It’s true that you’re a great tea lover," Archibald said with a smile.

Dawson raised his eyebrows, grinned happily and said nothing, savoring the tea aroma.

"Archibald, did you just say that you wanted to buy the advertising rights during the prime time?" Dawson asked slowly after taking a sip of tea.

"Exactly." Archibald nodded, put down the tea cup and went on, "A new product is just about to enter the market, so this time, I’d like to get a place in your treasured land to promote it."

Eyes slightly closed, Dawson said flatly, "I think you also know that our radio station was created long ago. It can be regarded as an old one in Millpond and is no match for those new ones. Are you sure you want to promote your new product in our radio station?"

"It’s just because of this that I invited you to talk the matter over with me. Since it’s an old radio station, it must have many old listeners. To tell you the truth, I also listened to your station when I was little, so privately, I hope the radio station will be better developed in the future too."

Truly, the radio station had been created a long time ago, so it was hard to reform its operation pattern in a short time. However, it was impossible for the radio station to cater for the rapidly changing world without reformation. Therefore, reformation was the only way out if it wanted to win listeners from those newly created ones.

"Well? Do you have any good idea?" Dawson stopped smiling and became serious.

Archibald gave a little smile, his handsome eyes gleaming. "Dawson, let’s talk it over while tasting tea…"

Dawson walked out of the tea house together. After watching Dawson’s

that, Kieran sat down on the driver’s seat, turned around and said to Archibald, "President Hawkins, Mrs. Hawkins

without

Hawkins’ Mansion was built near the mountain and by the river. The ancestors of the Hawkins' family had asked the feng shui master to evaluate the site before

been replaced with the engraved iron one, while everything else remained unchanged. The buildings with porches were ornamented with carved beams and painted rafters in classic style. There

were over 100 years old, made pleasant shade everywhere in the courtyard. They had witnessed the rise and fall of

Once Archibald got off the car, Jackson greeted him. "Finally you’re back, young

his tie and gave it to Jackson. Then he took off his suit and stuffed it into Jackson’s hands, and unbuttoned his shirt as he walked

Who

Archibald behaving like this because he had watched him grow up. Ever since childhood, Archibald had been like an untamed horse, and only Ruben Hawkins could tie him

been sent to the country by Ruben due to his rebellion. In Ruben’s words, he had wanted Archibald to suffer some hardships and be cut

no one had dared to disobey Ruben’s order. Fortunately, after a trip to the country, Archibald had toned down his recklessness, and

blood vessels. Having gone through so much in

ties were nothing but a constraint to Archibald. When he went off work, he just

and Katie have come with Remy and May to visit old master." Jackson followed Archibald into the

and grim mansion was livened up due to the family

around the big round table made of yellow pear wood in order of family status. This table was passed down by the ancestors of the Hawkins' family, so its value was more than its intrinsic

old man with grey hair in a silk Tang suit. Just by sitting there, he

together and was having a jolly time, Ruben’s eyes lit up with

gone into the room than a figure rushed towards him. Suddenly, his arm was grabbed by a pair of hands, and then came a pettish and sweet voice, "Archibald, finally you’re back.

would do this. May was 18 this year, 10 years younger

brother, Remy, who was two years older than her. This handsome guy was still in college, but May would claim that Remy was nothing but an immature boy, and

that May was just a brainless little

and sister were a funny duo, and it would

and teased, "I’m afraid

them. Katie, Archibald’s third aunt, stared at her own daughter, acting as if she was helpless. "You’re not wrong. She really is a foodie now. She stuffs snacks into her mouth while shouting she’s on a

mother in displeasure. "Mom, why rake that up in front of everyone? Am I your daughter or

not mother’s daughter," Remy

snorted, walked over to Remy and was about to pick a fight as she

sister were really going to fight, uncle Robin hissed at them to be quiet

come here and sit down," Serena

of Serena stood up and greeted him. It was Benedict, the second young master of

fallen ill, which had led to paralysis of the lower limbs, and now