Married The Crybaby Childhood Crush First, Then Fell in Love - Chapter 22

The trending topic post was pushed to the top. Lin Wanqing’s job was to release the new seasonal sweet dating-style perfume. It had a non-vulgar style, very suitable for use during the New Year and the upcoming Valentine’s Day.

“We hadn’t seen you release a new product for a while, we thought your little broken factory was going to shut down.”

“The quality is as high as ever. It was shipped the same day and arrived the next. My boyfriend leaned over and said I smelled so good.”

“Am I the only one who thinks the founder is dating?”

“My roommate says this is the stench of love, I want to refute it but I don’t know where to start. Impulsive ordering in progress.”

“Please, can you raise the price a little higher? I’m genuinely worried you’ll quietly go out of business one day.”

“Confirmed, the perfumer is a sweet girl. Come into my arms (lifts up the blanket).”

The price of a thirty-milliliter bottle of perfume was about one-third lower than similar products from big brands, which was already considered a mid-range price in the perfume industry.

Fortunately, relying on good copywriting and user experience, it had been consistently popular on online platforms, attracting many students and further expanding the customer base.

Lin Wanqing sat on her dorm bed, browsing the sales data, while her partner talked to her on a voice call about the factory’s rush work.

Gu Shuang: “Shall we meet tonight?”

Lin Wanqing glanced at the time: “No time, a friend is taking me out tonight.”

Gu Shuang was silent for a moment, “So, are you really in a relationship?”

Lin Wanqing: “…I don’t think so.”

After all, she got married without dating.

The person on the other end of the phone discussed sales details and the situation with the agents. Lin Wanqing felt a warmth in her heart as she watched the growing balance in her bank account.

Perhaps this money would allow an office worker to live comfortably for a long time, but all her savings combined were a joke compared to Yan Qiu’s assets.

Lin Wanqing: “Gotta go, my friend is picking me up downstairs.”

From Lin Wanqing’s anxiousness, Gu Shuang sensed something was amiss. Her “gaydar” was always very accurate. She knew that Lin Wanqing, like herself, liked girls, and she also knew that Lin Wanqing was not the type to compromise herself.

If she really was dating…

She recalled the black Bentley Mulsanne she saw at the gate of Y University last time. There seemed to be a very beautiful woman inside.

Lin Wanqing hung up the phone, said hello to her roommate, and found the new coat Yan Qiu had sent her from the closet. Around her neck was a delicate pearl necklace, also a gift from Yan Qiu.

Perhaps because she had been accustomed to a tight budget since childhood, Lin Wanqing didn’t have the habit of excessive spending; everything she wore was sent by Yan Qiu’s people.

“Sister Qiuqiu,” Lin Wanqing waved, “It’s snowing outside. This year’s first snow.”

Yan Qiu tucked a hot milk tea into her hand, “Be careful to stay warm when playing in the snow.”

Lin Wanqing: “…Okay.”

She wasn’t a child anymore.

The car drove out of the campus and traveled along the wide road. The fluttering fine snow, like willow catkins rising into the sky, made countless people stop and take photos with their phones.

Yan Qiu took a small insulated lunch box from the storage compartment, “Did you have lunch?”

Lin Wanqing shook her head, “I was going to, but I was delayed by something urgent.”

She had politely declined all invitations from media and platform accounts that wanted to interview her.

Yan Qiu instructed: “You need to eat on time. Don’t develop stomach problems when you’re young; it will hurt a lot.”

The insulated lunch box contained a soft, pale-yellow caramel pudding. It looked like it had just been made. The rich milky and eggy scent instantly dispersed the cedar scent in the car, instantly making it feel warm.

Lin Wanqing used a small spoon to put it into her mouth. It melted instantly. The perfectly caramelized sugar melted between her lips and teeth, instantly coating her taste buds. The pudding was very light, disappearing without a trace, like falling snow.

Yan Qiu looked at her intently, “Is it good?”

Lin Wanqing: “Delicious!”

She didn’t often eat dessert, and this caramel pudding was the best she had ever tasted.

When she was in kindergarten and primary school, Lin Wanqing had countless times imagined that her mother would stand at the gate like the mothers of other classmates, ready to give her a hug and a little sweet treat when school was over.

After graduating from primary school, Lin Wanqing no longer had such childish thoughts.

Lin Wanqing’s eyes welled up again, much to her chagrin.

Yan Qiu said, “I made this.”

Lin Wanqing’s melancholy immediately turned into shock: “You…!”

Marry a New Oriental chef.

Lin Wanqing was unable to recover for a long time, savoring every spoonful of the little pudding with great care.

Lin Wanqing: I want to enshrine this dish.

Yan Qiu calmly put the dish back into the insulated box, “There is a perfume forum exchange meeting today. Let’s go.”

She had received news that the invitation to this industry perfumer-hosted exchange meeting was sent to the perfumer behind SuPo every year. Maybe she could run into them.

Yan Qiu bought tens of thousands of bottles of the six-hundred-yuan perfume and gave one to every employee in the company.

Yan Qiu took Lin Wanqing’s hand and walked into the venue.

The scent of the new perfume was exactly the same as the perfume Lin Wanqing had left in her car last time.

A huge round table was placed in the lobby, and the wooden frame on it was densely packed with perfumers’ works.

Lin Wanqing watched Yan Qiu operate her wheelchair to examine and smell the rows, her hands nervously sweating.

Yu Fei: “Miss Lin, you may not know this, but our boss has a ‘white moonlight’ in her heart.”

Lin Wanqing: “?”

Yu Fei: “Our boss is deeply enamored with a certain perfumer. Although they haven’t met, she wishes to consider them a confidante. Every one of their perfumes manages to drift into the boss’s heart.”

Lin Wanqing: “Who?”

Maybe she knew them and could help introduce them.

Yu Fei: “Miss Lin must have heard of ‘SuPo.’ It’s still trending right now. The last time the boss went to the exchange meeting, it was just to run into her. Unfortunately, that ‘white moonlight’ is like a ghost, never setting foot in such mundane places.”

Lin Wanqing: “.”

Oh dear.

Yu Fei talked endlessly, from the studio’s marketing strategy and the market environment, down to speculation about the personality and gender of the perfumer behind it, of which there were already more than a dozen versions.

Do not spread rumors, do not believe rumors. Lin Wanqing tried to interrupt several times but failed.

Yu Fei: “Judging by your expression, Miss Lin, aren’t you interested?”

Lin Wanqing: “…Ha.”

Not very interested.

Rather than caring about the rumors about herself on the outside, Lin Wanqing was more concerned about Yan Qiu’s legs, which were bound to ache in the continuous gloomy weather.

Yan Qiu: “Come here.”

Lin Wanqing was like a kitten grabbed by the scruff of its neck, reluctantly moving closer.

Yan Qiu placed a testing strip near Lin Wanqing’s nose, “Smell this, do you like it?”

She hoped that the person she loved would have the same aesthetic as her.

The pure white testing strip exuded the purest scent of lily, without any other mixed notes. It was so pure that it seemed like the essential oil had been dropped directly onto it. Compared to the conservative nature of the essential oil, this perfume added a sense of unrestrained boldness, like a lily growing in the crevices of a rock, using all its might to unfurl its petals and display an unknown charm.

Yan Qiu anticipated: “How does Tiantian feel about it?”

Lin Wanqing smiled lightly, “It’s okay.”

Yan Qiu stroked the hand that was now scented, and placed a kiss on Lin Wanqing’s pink knuckles, “I thought I would get a higher rating from Tiantian.”

Yan Qiu’s gentle kiss suddenly paused. A noticeable crack appeared on her usually calm and indifferent face.

“What?”

Lin Wanqing could only point to the nameplate with the words “SuPo” printed on it, and then could only point to herself,

“All the products were formulated by me.”

Yan Qiu: “??!”