She was born to make perfume, effortlessly creating one-of-a-kind fragrances without equal.
He was born cold-hearted, a colossus of the perfume industry with a fortune beyond measure, yet unable to distinguish a single scent.
A destined romance, beginning as enemies...
“Do you even know how to drive?”
“What’s it to you?” Han Mochen’s gaze was cold and proud. He splashed mud all over Su Nian’an.
“What was that for?”
“You’re going to be my mistress!” Han Mochen declared arrogantly, filling Su Nian’an with rage.
“I’m leaving. Can you wait for me for ten years?” Han Mochen said nothing, but from that day on, he never touched another woman.
Only her sweet fragrance could cure the poison of his desire...
