Pastoral Little Fragrant Wife

A workaholic perfumer died of overwork, and his soul transformed into a delicate little village girl from ancient times, living a happy pastoral life. Fight the best and abuse the scum, do business and make a fortune, build a house and raise children. Let's take another casual trip, filled with the fragrance of flowers and accompanied by joyful songs. I have the skills in my hand, I have the wealth, and the beauty stays. Then who among them, the arrogant prince, the gentle number one scholar, the monstrous wealthy businessman, will line up first when they come to ask for a hand in marriage. The cold and mute man strode forward, picked up his little wife and ran away. "Hmph! Grab the bride and spray your anti-wolf perfume." "Dizzy! Madam, I need artificial respiration."