I arranged a marriage for you, not made you invincible under a disguise.

Shen Tu Mo approached, but Shen Sixi remained seated and unmoved.

He looked at her intently, then bent down and took a pin.

It turns out I lost something, so I came back to get it.

Shen Sixi guessed that this special item was very important to Shen Tu Mo.

Otherwise, he could just send anyone to pick it up.

However, this has nothing to do with Shen Sixi.

Just like how she could tell from his eyes how he felt about her—

A thick-skinned, shrewish, sharp-tongued, and fierce woman.

So what?

As long as it doesn't affect her allowance of 880,000 yuan.

Let him think of her however he wants.

Shen Sixi continued eating, seemingly unconcerned.

Shen Tu Mo glanced at her again and left.

Before long, Shen Sixi heard several young ladies from wealthy families chatting behind her.

"What's going on? I was talking to Miss Rong about Mr. Clark today, and she was very impatient."

"Yes, I specially flew abroad to buy Mr. Clark's latest perfume, hoping to have something in common with Miss Rong, but she was so perfunctory."

"Didn't you hear Miss Rong showing off the perfume she's wearing today?"

"She now has a perfumer she prefers."

"Who is it? Heloise or Owen?"

"Neither, it seems to be a master perfumer from China."

"What good perfumers are there in China? Their perfumery skills are not even up to the level of foreign countries twenty years ago. It's not that I'm being a Western worshipper, but I can only say that Miss Rong's judgment this time is worrying."

"That's not quite right. I smelled the perfume Miss Rong was wearing today, and it smelled wonderful. I still remember it vividly."

"Anyway, I've never heard of any unknown perfumer. They might fool Miss Rong, but they can't fool me."

"Yingying, you're amazing! I remember you're an intermediate perfumer, right?"

“No, I passed the advanced perfumer exam a month ago and completed my studies at ISIPCA. I am now studying more advanced perfumery techniques with my teacher at L'Atelier du Parfumeur.”

Song Yingying raised her chin as she spoke, her tone proud.

She was also from a wealthy family; although her family background wasn't as good as the Shentu family's, it wasn't bad either.

Unlike Shen Tu Rong, who only became obsessed with perfume at the age of sixteen.

Song Yingying has had a keen sense of smell since she was a child, possesses a talent for perfumery, and loves this craft.

So, she has been in this industry for over twenty years.

I consider my eye for perfumes to be far more discerning than that of perfume novices like Shen Tu Rong.

"The fragrance of Miss Rong's perfume today is not bad, but it uses the most common raw materials and does not require any complicated extraction and refining methods, which means that the perfumer who made that perfume is not very skilled."

Hearing this, Shen Sixi couldn't help but laugh.

She always buys only expensive things, except for perfumes.

To my surprise, I was even disliked.

Hearing her soft laughter, several girls looked over at the same time.

Song Yingying was already resentful because Shen Tu Rong had been neglecting her.

Her eyes widened. "What are you laughing at?"

“I laugh at you because you only have a certificate; you haven’t even entered the field of perfumery.”

"You're talking nonsense! My teacher clearly said I'm very talented! I can distinguish seven hundred kinds of ingredients just by smelling them."

"If you can become a perfumer just by relying on your nose, what's the difference between you and a dog?"

"You!" Song Yingying finally understood how Shen Sixi had angered that person so much that he left.

That mouth of hers is really too ruthless.

Shen Sixi looked at Song Yingying with amusement, "In the eyes of a true perfumer, raw materials are not distinguished by their value. Even those high-end perfumes contain ordinary raw materials, don't they?"

"But they were all created by legendary perfumers! And they couldn't all be made from ordinary ingredients!"

Song Yingying spoke with conviction and indignation.

Shen Sixi raised an eyebrow.

"Do you believe that a perfume made entirely of ordinary ingredients by an unknown perfumer can sell for an astronomical price?"

“Absolutely impossible!” Song Yingying blurted out.

"Then you just wait and see."

Shen Sixi was full and too lazy to say anything more.

She left, yawning.

Song Yingying clenched her fists, staring defiantly at Shen Sixi's retreating figure.

The people around her comforted her.

"Yingying, don't be angry. What could she possibly understand?"

"Just a woman who will be driven out of the Shentu family sooner or later."

"Her abilities have always been very poor; she can't even compare to one of her younger sister Shen Siyan's fingers."

"Hmm, just ignore her."

"..."

Back in her room, Shen Sixi discovered that Shen Tu Rong had sent her many messages.

[Sister Xi, someone told me what just happened.]

Don't take what Song Yingying said to heart.

She has a princess complex; she's incredibly proud just because she can blend perfume.

[It seems that professional perfumers also talk about schools of thought, techniques, and raw materials.]

But I don't understand those things; I just like the smell.

[So, Sister Xi... when are you going to introduce your friend to me?]

After saying all that, the key point is in the last sentence.

Shen Sixi smiled and immediately registered a new WeChat account.

I used my main account to push my alt account over.

Shen Tu Rong reacted quickly.

As soon as we added each other as friends, she sent me a series of enthusiastic greeting emojis.

【Greetings, Master! I am Shen Tu Rong, it's a pleasure to meet you!】

Would you like to become my perfumer? Any conditions are acceptable!

Shen Sixi asked, "I heard you own a perfume company?"

Shen Tu Rong replied like a devoted fan: 【Yes! What guidance do you have, Master?】

I heard you really like the 'Spring Letter' perfume, so I'm thinking of selling you the formula.

Shen Tu Rong: 【！！！】

Master, is this true?!

[It's called 'Spring Letter', I absolutely love it!!]

Send me your bank account number! I'll transfer the money to you right away!

The "master" replied leisurely: "No rush, I'll give you the account number tomorrow."

Shen Tu Rong replied with a cute "okay" emoji.

The other party did not reply.

Shen Tu Rong couldn't help but sigh, "Truly a master, indifferent to fame and fortune, detached from worldly affairs."

...but they didn't know that the real reason for "not being in a hurry" was...

Shen Sixi hasn't applied for a new bank card yet.

-

the next day.

The day of returning to one's parents' home has arrived.

Shen Sixi got up quite early and finished breakfast at ten o'clock in the morning.

He sat casually in the back seat waiting for someone.

Not long after, Shen Tu Mo appeared, keeping his promise.

He got into the car with a blank expression, his imposing presence making the car feel like it was shrouded in gloom.

"Let's go to the Shen family."

Shen Sixi interrupted, "Wait, I have one more request."

“?” Shen Tu Mo turned to look at Shen Sixi. “Don’t push your luck.”

She needs to know.

His willingness to agree to go to the Shen family for a homecoming visit is already a great favor.