You smell of her perfume.
Yu Jinli's grand plan to "test the amulet with traditional Chinese medicine" ultimately ended in failure.
Because Feng Jinxuan didn't give her a chance to test it out.
The man walked into the room, looked at the glittering peach wood koi in her hand, which was filled with the "light of righteousness," and raised an eyebrow.
"A new toy?"
“This is called a magic artifact! It can ward off evil spirits!” Yu Jinli corrected him with a serious expression.
"Oh." Feng Jinxuan nodded noncommittally, then handed the bowl of dark Chinese medicine in his hand to her.
"I drank it."
His tone was calm, yet brooked no refusal.
In the end, Yu Jinli could not escape the fate of having to drink the medicine.
However, she successfully managed to forcibly hang the newly made "merit talisman" on Feng Jinxuan's phone under the pretext of "preventing evil spirits from invading".
Feng Jinxuan stared at his expensive phone, which exuded the aura of a business elite, and the strangely styled peach wood koi hanging on it that looked like three of them bought for ten yuan at a street stall, and fell into a long silence.
But in the end, he said nothing and acquiesced.
Assistant Wang commented: "The boss's aesthetic sense is being brutally assimilated by Ms. Yu at a worrying rate."
Over the next few days, the two worked together to begin their counterattack against Hong Fu.
Yu Jinli was in charge of overseeing things from the rear, using the app to frantically accumulate "merit power" and mass-produce "merit amulets".
Feng Jinxuan, on the other hand, personally took on the role of the most dangerous... "bait".
That evening, the financial circle of Yuncheng once again hosted a high-end cocktail party.
Feng Jinxuan, as a special guest, attended the event alone, dressed in formal attire.
The moment he appeared, he immediately became the focus of the entire event.
Not just because of his incomparably handsome face and his extremely noble status.
Furthermore, everyone knows that this CEO Feng is currently facing a "business crisis".
Countless gazes, some sympathetic, some gloating, some curious and inquisitive, enveloped him like invisible spotlights.
Feng Jinxuan, however, remained oblivious to all of this.
He held a glass of wine, his expression indifferent as he moved through the crowd, like an elegant yet dangerous lone wolf that had wandered into a flock of sheep.
He was searching, searching for that most beautiful, and also most poisonous... red rose.
He found it very quickly.
Hong Fu was wearing a black velvet dress tonight, the color of which made her skin look as white as snow and her lips as red as fire.
She was surrounded by a group of slick-haired men, smiling sweetly and with seductive eyes, like a queen who controlled the hormones of the entire room.
She seemed to notice Feng Jinxuan's gaze, raised her head, and across the crowd, gave him a charming smile full of provocation.
Feng Jinxuan did not respond.
He simply turned around and walked to a relatively quiet corner, where he stood alone, looking out at the night view, seemingly troubled by something.
That feigned profundity, that fragile demeanor brimming with a sense of history, is a fatal temptation for women.
Sure enough, it didn't take more than three minutes.
A rich and exotic fragrance, with a hint of aggression, wafted from behind.
"Mr. Feng, are you drinking alone here?"
Hong Fu's voice, like a slippery snake, coiled around her.
Feng Jinxuan turned around and looked at the woman in front of him, whose breath was as fragrant as orchids. His face showed a perfect expression that was a mixture of amazement and wariness.
"Miss Hongfu."
"President Feng still remembers me?" Hong Fu covered her mouth and chuckled, exuding charm. "It's truly my honor."
She took a step forward, instantly closing the distance between them to a dangerously ambiguous level.
The strange fragrance became even more intense.
Feng Jinxuan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
He sensed a cold, negative energy, following the scent, trying to invade his consciousness.
However, the safety buckle he wore close to his neck emitted a faint, warm aura, firmly blocking the cold, sinister power from entering.
“President Feng seems to have encountered quite a few troubles lately.” Hong Fu looked at him, her charming peach blossom eyes filled with “understanding” concern. “In business, the most important thing is your mood. If you’re in a bad mood, your luck will naturally be bad as well.”
As she spoke, she took out a delicate platinum scented clasp from her handbag, which also emitted the same fragrance.
"This calming incense holder was specially obtained from overseas. If you don't mind, Mr. Feng, consider it a small token of my appreciation."
They've arrived.
A cold smile flashed in Feng Jinxuan's eyes.
He didn't refuse immediately; instead, he showed an expression of hesitation and struggle.
"This...isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
"What's wrong with it?" Hong Fu smiled even more charmingly when she saw that he had taken the bait.
She even took the initiative to step forward, extending her slender hand, wanting to personally fasten the scented button to his suit collar.
Just as her fingertips were about to touch his collar, Feng Jinxuan suddenly took a half step back.
He looked at her, his eyes carrying just the right amount of "embarrassment" and "apology".
“I’m sorry, Miss Hongfu,” he said. “My fiancée… she doesn’t like that I smell like another woman.”
Hong Fu's movements froze in mid-air.
A crack appeared in the smile on her face.
fiancée?
How come she had never heard that Feng Jinxuan had a fiancée?
Feng Jinxuan did not give her another chance.
He politely but firmly turned and left, citing that he had to entertain friends.
Only Hong Fu was left, holding the incense holder, frozen in place, her face turning pale and then red.
When Feng Jinxuan returned home, it was nearly midnight.
He pushed open the door, and there was only a dim wall lamp in the living room.
Yu Jinli was curled up on the sofa, hugging a cushion, and seemed to be asleep.
On the television, a noisy comedy movie was playing.
The man unconsciously softened his movements as he changed his shoes.
He walked to the sofa, looked at the girl's serene sleeping face, completely unguarded, and felt a soft spot in his heart melt.
He bent down, ready to carry this silly boy, who always seemed to like sleeping on the sofa, back to his room, as usual.
Just as he approached, the girl who had been sleeping soundly on the sofa suddenly twitched her nose like a wary little dog.
Then, she suddenly opened her eyes.
Those peach blossom eyes, which always held a smile, were now filled with vigilance and scrutiny.
"You're back." Her voice lacked its usual liveliness and cheerfulness, leaving only a... cold and distant calm.
Feng Jinxuan froze.
Did I wake you up?
“No.” Yu Jinli sat up from the sofa and stared at him intently. “You… have a smell.”
Feng Jinxuan's heart skipped a beat.
He looked down and smelled his cuffs.
A rich, alluring fragrance, belonging to another woman, clearly entered my nostrils.
It tastes like red sesame.
At the party, he deliberately spent a long time engaging with her in order to lower her guard.
But they forgot that this smell would also follow them home.
“It’s the scent of perfume from the party,” he tried to explain.
"Really?" Yu Jinli stood up and walked step by step to him.
She circled him like a cat surveying its territory.
Then, she stopped in front of him, looked up at him, and spoke in a soft voice, but it was like a small hammer that struck his heart hard.
“Feng Jinxuan,” she asked, “tell me honestly, did you go out fooling around tonight?”
Looking into her eyes, which were filled with "grievance" and "you're dead if you dare to lie," Feng Jinxuan felt for the first time what it meant to be "unable to defend oneself."
He felt like a cheating husband caught red-handed by his wife.
"No," he denied somewhat awkwardly, "it's work."
"Work requires it, so you came back smelling like perfume?" Yu Jinli sneered. "Boss, isn't that a rather flimsy excuse?"
She stopped looking at him.
She silently took off the newly made peach wood koi fish amulet, which was filled with "meritorious golden light," from her neck.
Then, she threw the amulet, still warm from her body, directly into his arms.
“Boss,” she said in a distant and polite tone, as if they had returned to the time when they first met.
"This is a new product I developed. It can purify evil spirits and its effects are outstanding."
"I think you're not very 'clean,' so I'll give you this as an employee benefit."
“You’re welcome,” she paused, then added the most hurtful final blow, “It’ll be included in our cooperation expenses.”
After saying that, she turned around and walked back to her room without looking back.
With a loud bang, the door slammed shut.
Feng Jinxuan was left alone, clutching the small amulet that still carried her warmth and fragrance, standing there stunned, like a large dog abandoned by the whole world.
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