On a rainy night, Gu Chenzhou trapped the soaked Su Wan in the back seat of the Maybach. Three years ago, she used a bottle of perfume called "Night Mist" to make him lose control of his emotions, but now she appears in the perfume workshop acquired by Gu under a strange identity. He clamped his slender wrist while adjusting the essence: "What are you trying to steal this time?" His cedar-scented lips almost touched her trembling earlobes.
No one knew that Su Wan, the new perfumer, was the daughter of the Lin family who was buried in a fire three years ago, nor did they know that Gu Chenzhou's tie clip had appeared under her father's blood-stained steering wheel in the car accident that led to Lin's bankruptcy. When the "Night Mist" formula became a key bargaining chip in the merger of two major perfume families, she lit the last iris incense in the laboratory, and suddenly the hot muzzle was pressed against the side of her neck - this time it was not a cold instrument that pressed against her, but Gu Chenzhou's fingertips stained with alcohol.
"Want the formula, or..." The man tore through her pretense of calmness, and the dark red tie wrapped around the hands they held together, "Continue what you didn't finish three years ago?" The moment the cold fragrance intertwined with the body temperature, Su Wan finally heard the truth about the hideous scar on his lower back - it turned out that in the fire, someone had broken open the burning door frame with bare hands.
