Shen Yanci, the head of Shen Capital, is known as "Second Master Shen". He wears gold-rimmed glasses, is as gentle as jade, and smiles like a spring breeze. No one knows that he is paranoid and ill. He loved Su Wan since the first time he met her under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree when she was eight years old. But his love is a cage - monitoring her whereabouts, blocking her work, making all decisions for her, and turning the talented Chinese girl into a puppet.
Su Wan endured it for three years. It wasn't until she turned to the weekly report sent to Shen Yanci by her assistant - "Meet Jiang Tang at the coffee shop on Monday, at the mall on Wednesday, and at home on Friday" - that she finally broke out: "The one you love is not me, but a puppet!" She left home and set up a street stall and made handmade aromatherapy in an urban village with a monthly rent of 800 yuan. Three years later, she founded the "Wanfeng" brand and became Mr. Su who walks with style.
Shen Yanci panicked. The bracelet of Buddhist beads given to him by his grandmother before she died was broken by his grasp. He squatted on the ground and picked them up one by one, expressionless. The flowers were returned, the investment plan was returned - the note read "I am not short of money, and I am not short of you." The psychiatrist told him: "When you want to control, write it down and don't do it." He wrote a whole notebook - "On the 87th day, she was okay, I didn't ask any more questions" and "On the 0th day of chasing her, from today onwards, chase myself." After 200 days, he finally learned: love does not stand in front of her, but stands by her side.
The scent of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake never dissipates. The prayer beads are re-threaded, and the aromatherapy goes from "old people" to "evening breeze" to "reunion". When Shen Yanci stopped controlling and chasing, and just stood quietly where she could see her - Su Wan bit her lip: "Okay, it's just you." He smiled. The beads do not need to be turned the first time.
