Chapter 330 The Jealous Chief of Staff Has Fallen Out of Favor!

Su Yue looked at her sister like this, smiling, and suddenly turned around.

"Oh dear!" she scolded playfully. "Don't you make any noise when you walk? This bottle is ruined!"

Gu Beichen stared at the bottle of face cream that had been "sentenced to death" with a dark expression.

What time is it?

"Hmm?" Su Yue glanced at the wall clock. "It's only 7:30, there's still plenty of time. If you're hungry, there's rice in the pot, just heat it up yourself."

After saying that, she turned around and went back to her work.

Gu Beichen: "..."

He risked his life in the South China Sea for a month, and only returned a few days ago? Has he already fallen out of favor?

This isn't marrying a wife, it's marrying a workaholic.

A surge of anger welled up, but it was quickly suppressed by a sour feeling of grievance.

He strode over, grabbed Su Yue's wrist, and lifted her off the chair.

"Hey! What are you doing! The experiment isn't finished yet!" Su Yue exclaimed.

"Chen Xinyue," Gu Beichen called out without turning his head.

Chen Xinyue, standing in the corner, immediately snapped to attention: "Here!"

"Clean up the scene. We'll do the rest tomorrow."

"Yes, brother-in-law!" Chen Xinyue agreed readily, carrying a box of semi-finished products as she slipped into the side room, also taking Gu Ningjing, who wanted to watch the excitement, with her.

The living room instantly became quiet.

Su Yue was pinned to the sofa by Gu Beichen and unable to move.

The man carried the dampness of a recent shower and a faint scent of soap, mixed with his distinctive hormonal aroma, making him extremely aggressive.

"Chief of Staff Gu, is this a case of domestic violence?" Su Yue wasn't afraid at all, and instead reached out and poked his hard chest muscles.

"I think you need a good beating." Gu Beichen grabbed her mischievous fingers, bit them lightly, but didn't bite hard. "How many times have you looked at me these past few days?"

"Isn't this all for our little savings?" Su Yue said matter-of-factly.

"I don't lack money."

“But I lack a sense of accomplishment.” Su Yue took the opportunity to hug his neck and rub against the stubble on his chin. “Okay, don’t be angry. I haven’t forgotten you either.”

She magically produced a dark blue frosted glass bottle from her apron pocket.

The bottle is slender with strong lines; it's clearly not a woman's item.

"What is this?" Gu Beichen frowned.

"This is a gift for you." Su Yue unscrewed the cap and poured a little into her palm.

The clear liquid carries a crisp minty scent, mixed with hints of cedar and sea salt. It's not sweet, but rather cool and clean.

"This is called aftershave."

Su Yue rubbed her hands together to warm them, then cupped Gu Beichen's freshly shaved, still slightly red chin and cheeks, and gently patted them.

"hiss--"

Gu Beichen gasped.

It doesn't hurt.

It was an intensely cooling sensation that instantly penetrated my pores. The burning, stinging feeling after shaving was instantly soothed by this coolness. Then came an indescribable feeling of comfort.

"I specially made this for you." Su Yue observed his expression. "I added menthol and witch hazel extract to shrink pores and soothe inflammation. Do you like it?"

Gu Beichen touched his face.

It's slippery, not greasy, and the smell is refreshing.

"I'm the only one who has it?"

"One of a kind." Su Yue leaned over and kissed him. "In the entire military region, only Chief of Staff Gu has this privilege."

The pent-up frustration in Gu Beichen's heart vanished instantly.

He clutched the blue bottle in his hand as if it were some precious treasure.

"At least you have a conscience."

Early the next morning, at the military region's training ground.

A group of grown men had just finished running five kilometers, and they were all drenched in sweat, huddled together under a tap to cool off.

Gu Beichen walked over.

He wasn't wearing his training uniform today, but rather a crisp civilian outfit, and his hair was still wet, clearly indicating he had just finished washing up.

A gust of wind blew by.

Several battalion commanders who were wiping their sweat were stunned and sniffed.

"What's that smell?" Battalion Commander Zhang Dabiao, a rough and unrefined man, asked. "Who stole some mints?"

"It doesn't smell like candy." The second battalion commander leaned closer and sniffed around Gu Beichen. "Chief of Staff, why do you smell so good? No, it's not just good, it's just... very pleasant, and cool."

Gu Beichen straightened his cuffs expressionlessly, as if he hadn't heard.

But he deliberately raised his chin, revealing his smooth, bluish jawline.

After shaving, most people will have some red spots or peeling skin on their face, especially on islands where the wind is strong and the salt is heavy, so few rough men have good skin.

But today, the chief of staff's face was unusually clean, without even a red mark.

"Chief of Staff, what good stuff did you use?" Zhang Dabiao, being straightforward, couldn't help but ask. "Did your wife give it to you?"

Gu Beichen glanced at him indifferently, took out the dark blue bottle from his pocket, and shook it in his hand.

"It's nothing. Your sister-in-law was worried that my face would hurt, so she specially prepared aftershave."

The tone was nonchalant and casual.

But those actions and expressions clearly conveyed the message: I have someone who cares for me.

Aftershave? What's that?

"Apply some after shaving; it kills bacteria, reduces inflammation, and feels cool." Gu Beichen unscrewed the cap, poured a drop onto the back of his hand, and generously extended it, "Smell it."

Several heads immediately crowded around.

Wow! That was awesome!

"This tastes just right! Unlike those creams that feel fussy and girly!"

"Chief of Staff, where can I buy this stuff? I want to get a bottle too!" Zhang Dabiao touched his chin, which was covered in acne scars. "It hurts when I shave, and sometimes I have to put on a band-aid. It's so embarrassing."

"Buy?" Gu Beichen put away the bottle, raising an eyebrow. "This is not for sale. It was specially made for family members."

A chorus of wails filled the air.

"Chief of Staff, this is unfair! Your wife can't show favoritism!"

"That's right! We're also defending the country's borders; our faces reflect the nation's image!"

"Chief of Staff, why don't you talk to your wife about it? Even if it's not free, we can pay for it, okay?"

Gu Beichen looked at his eager subordinates and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

The fish has taken the bait.

"Alright then," he said reluctantly. "I'll ask around when we get back. But the raw materials are scarce, so whether you can make it depends on your luck."

That evening, Su Yue looked at the paper that Gu Beichen had brought back, which was filled with names and reservation quantities, and laughed heartily.

"Gu Beichen, you're something else." Su Yue counted, "Over a hundred bottles? Did you fool all the officers in the regiment?"

“They volunteered.” Gu Beichen sat down next to him and peeled an orange. “Besides, this is only the first batch. If it works well, the soldiers will need even more.”

Sometimes it's easier to make money off men than women.

Especially things like "face" and "masculinity".

Su Yue immediately decided to launch a separate men's product line under "Qiongdao Blue" and name it "Deep Blue". The main focus will be on oil control and aftershave repair.

Just as Su Yue was busy calculating the purchase quantity of menthol, a loud "bang" suddenly came from the laboratory.

It was the sound of a glass vessel hitting the ground.

Su Yue's heart tightened, and she threw down her pen and rushed inside.

Chen Xinyue was seen leaning against the control panel, her face deathly pale, one hand clutching her chest, dry heaving.

"Xinyue!"

Su Yue rushed over and supported her swaying body.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"