In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

The man had a strong grip on her hand, and his nose and mouth were covered with a wet towel. He handed one to Grace as they quickly made their way out. There was another passage inside the teahouse where the flames were less intense, allowing the two to pass through.

The fire crackled as it consumed the wood. It was a truly heart-stopping experience.

Grace held onto the wet towel on her face, feeling some relief in her lungs.

"Boss! What are you doing here?"

Other people were also escaping through that passage and were surprised to see the man.

The man scolded them in a hoarse voice, "Hurry and leave!"

There was the sound of hurried footsteps.

Grace hurried down the stairs, keeping an eye on the man's dark silhouette. He was tall and well-built and seemed to be middle-aged.

His voice sounded so familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

She didn't have time to think more about it. All she could think about at that moment was finding a way out of there.

As she descended the last step on the third floor of the teahouse, Grace felt a tremendous sense of relief. She dropped the wet towel and gasped for air.

the staff had used to escape. Everyone was visibly shaken at

been built, and

person who had spoken and gestured toward

to speak. "Thank you for saving me. May I know your

man's eyes were deep and mysterious. Their corners were upturned, making them

his nose and mouth,

see you while I

voice was

thank you. I just heard them calling you "boss". Are you the owner of this teahouse?"

did the place suddenly catch

downstairs. It's probably because it's winter and dry. A guest might not have watched

The subordinate fell silent.

had drawn the attention

work

remained level-headed, but he was also remarkably calm, showing an exemplary

him and said, "Since I was a child, I've been taught to repay a favor with kindness. Could you please share your contact information so that I may

"I insist."

that he was about to leave and became a bit anxious.