---Completed: "I Went to My Ex's House to Steal His Dog and Got Caught and Married" and "After Running Into a High School Classmate at a Wedding Photoshoot"---
---Blurb for this story---
Incense maker Fan Zhen went to deliver incense to a temple and happened upon several distinguished guests who often came to offer incense.
One of them took one look at her face and covered his mouth in shock. "Holy crap, I've seen a ghost."
The elegantly dressed man beside him, whose clothes were understated yet luxurious, gave him an impatient glance. "Watch your words in the Buddha Hall."
Following his gaze, Qian Yang narrowed his eyes.
It really was a ghost.
They had broken up three years ago, and Qian Yang had believed Fan Zhen dead for all that time.
His eyes settled heavily on Fan Zhen, as if his gaze could touch her, while his hands trembled uncontrollably.
Seeing him so shaken, his friend reacted as if facing a formidable enemy. He hurriedly blocked Qian Yang's view and gestured for Fan Zhen to leave.
Qian Yang drew a steadying breath and gently pushed him aside, his voice unusually despondent. "There's no need. With Buddha watching, what could I do?"
Qian Yang, heir to the Renxin Medical Group, was famous for keeping his distance from women and living a chaste life. Whenever he had free time, he went to the Buddha Hall, dashing the hopes of countless socialites.
Everyone who had met Qian Yang said he always wore a string of black Buddhist beads around his pale wrist, their faint fragrance clean and serene.
It was said that a distinguished person had strung the beads for him. The day they came into his possession, that person left. From then on, his temperament changed completely. He reorganized the entire group with a ruthless iron hand.
Yet this man, so ruthless and seemingly incapable of love, broke his vows and returned from a great mountain temple one day utterly dejected.
His friend stopped his wineglass. "Don't drink anymore. She's back safe and sound, isn't she?"
Qian Yang sneered. "How is that any different from being dead?"
A new incense maker who had just returned from Tibet came to work at the hospital, specializing in Tibetan incense moxibustion and serving as the director's personal assistant.
Wherever Fan Zhen went, she left behind the clean, calming scent of pine, cypress, and medicinal herbs. Suddenly, Qian Yang could sleep again.
One day, the Buddhist beads disappeared from Qian Yang's wrist, and his friend feared he would turn the hospital upside down.
Instead, he took the hand of the young woman beside him and said, as if hinting at something, "I put them away so I wouldn't lose them."
In truth, the string had broken the night before.
The beads scattered across the floor, like the broken heart of someone who had broken his vows.
1. Tibetan incense. The title uses the double meaning of cang and zang.
2. Tibetan incense is a second-batch item on China's National Intangible Cultural Heritage list. It is handmade from dozens of precious Tibetan medicines and herbs, including saffron, snow lotus, musk, Tibetan cardamom, rhodiola, cloves, borneol, sandalwood, agarwood, and spikenard. It is said to moisturize the skin, boost immunity, ease nerve-related headaches, improve sleep quality, and offer other medical benefits. Source: online materials.
3. Three-year age gap.
Humble, resolute, and true to himself x Proud, sharp-tongued, and concerned with appearances
Genius Tibetan incense maker x Heir to a medical group
Date the original blurb was posted:
December 17, 2024 (screenshot saved)
Theme: Believe in yourself, honor yourself, love yourself
