She was thirty-seven years old, divorced, and determined to only pursue a career and not talk about relationships.
He was twenty-one years old, a returnee from overseas, and eye-catching. He blatantly stared at her on the first day he joined the company. Buy her breakfast, give her a thermos, stay up late waiting for her to get off work. When caught, he said frankly: I just like her, what does age have to do with it?
Li Huanhuan hid, remained cold, and repeatedly told himself that he was just a child. But she would fall asleep on the table while revising the manuscript until early in the morning, and wake up with his coat on her body; she would be exhausted from dealing with suppliers, and there would always be a cup of hot tea at the right temperature at hand. He had the scent of clean soap, but he said she had a reassuring sweetness - he said it was the smell of love.
Later, the whole company exploded: Yang Qihang was not an ordinary assistant at all, he was the crown prince of the group. Li Huanhuan submitted her resignation. She was not angry that he kept it from her, but she was angry that she had overlooked it again.
Yang Qihang blocked her in the parking lot and stuffed his car keys, wallet, and household register into her arms: "The group belongs to my family, but I belong to you. If you go, I will follow you. If you marry me, follow me."
Li Huanhuan lowered his head and saw the date of birth on his household registration book, which was 2005. He is not even of legal marriage age.
But he said: Never mind, love means not caring about anything.
Everyone said they were too different. But he told her in the clumsiest and most direct way: Whether it's worth it or not, I have the final say. This is a story about a post-90s sister who is melted by a post-00s puppy. It is about the courage to believe in oneself again after divorce, and about sincerity regardless of age.
When she finally dared to take that step, she discovered that the sweet thing is not the smell, but you.
