She Smells Like Gardenias

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[1] In her junior year of college, Qianzhi got married. Her husband said it would be nice to share their happiness with others. She thought he had a point, so she handed out wedding candy to everyone in her department and held a small reception for a few classmates.

When her classmates heard that the campus belle had gotten married, they were astonished. The banquet was held at the most luxurious six-star hotel in the city. At the table, one girl sneered that Qianzhi had probably married some filthy-rich bald guy who couldn't even satisfy her.

The rumor was deliberately spread, and soon it was everywhere.

Then one day, Qianzhi went with her roommate to an event organized by their department.

After taking her seat, she casually raised her eyes. The young man onstage had an air as clear as moonlight, with brows like distant mountains, cool and otherworldly.

In her excitement, her roommate accidentally lit up Qianzhi's phone screen. On it was a perfect photo of the big shot sleeping peacefully

A picture someone had forced her to change it to yesterday :)

Roommate: ???

Qianzhi remained perfectly calm. Then, the very next second

The big shot's computer desktop was projected perfectly onto the giant screen: a bright red wedding certificate featuring a handsome couple.

The entire room erupted in an uproar.

Aaaaaah!! The woman on that certificate is none other than the campus belle herself! Qian! Zhi!!

[2] Qianzhi, the world's leading perfumer, started a Weibo livestream, and tens of millions of fans flooded in.

As she showed off her perfume collection, which took up a full 300 square meters, the camera accidentally caught the young man beside her, silently helping carry the filming equipment. His refined face matched the cover of the finance magazine perfectly.

Except

The young man frowned slightly.

Just as everyone thought he was getting impatient, the big shot handed her a bottle of perfume and said lazily, "You've taken so long to choose. Use this one later. I like it."

The livestream fell silent for a moment, then exploded.

So this is the husband everyone said was just okay? Just okay, my ass :)

[Key points] A money-making genius and devoted wife-doter X a sweet fairy who loves spending money

◎ A noble young master X a beautiful, fair-skinned college student (the world's leading perfumer)

◎ Mixing fragrances, and while we're at it, mixing you up too :P

/Though we share brilliance and countless embraces, you alone are the one I love/

[Cong's Reading Guide]:

1. Both leads are each other's first love, sweet romance and marriage

2. A slow-burning everyday story about growing together, with a Gary Stu and a Mary Sue

Next up: "Hot Kisses for the Little Rose." Please add it to your favorites!

[1] The Jiang and Ji families had been close for generations, and both were traditional families that valued matching social status above all. After accepting their families' matchmaking arrangement, two college students were suddenly set up to live together.

Half a year later, Jiang's mother worriedly pulled Jiang Ji aside and asked what he was thinking. Jiang Ji lowered his cool gaze and said indifferently, "There's no spark."

After hearing Jiang Ji's verdict, Ji Mingzhu announced everywhere, "Jiang Ji is so boring. I never cared about him in the first place."

Until later

Jiang Ji tugged off his tie with one hand, used it to bind her slender, fair wrist, then patted her cheek and raised an eyebrow. "Still think I'm boring?"

Ji Mingzhu was on the verge of tears. "You're interesting! You're interesting! You're the most interesting!"

[2] A forcibly picked melon is never sweet. Seeing that the two young people simply weren't attracted to each other, their elders made a special visit to tell them so.

But as soon as they stepped into the entryway, they saw Ji Mingzhu wearing a man's shirt and rubbing her eyes as she yawned. Meanwhile, the icy young master was carrying the sheets that needed changing to the laundry.

Everyone: …

This is what you call no spark?

What the hell do you mean, no spark? :)

Jiang Ji was cool as jade, with an icy face. The only part of him that ever warmed up was his heart, and it was filled entirely with her.

/Take my darling little rose and lose yourself in these endless kisses/

/And I love you most, like a songbird singing/

[A flirtatious, captivating sweetheart VS an icy man who hides his possessiveness]

*New story coming soon: "Landing in Your World"

*Completed stories, click the author's page to read: "The Slim Waist Obsession," "His Little Jasmine," "A Perfect Ten's Worth of Sweetness," "Hot Kisses for the Little Rose," "So What If You're the Male God?"

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