When the pregnant wife frowned due to morning sickness, the whole family of the tycoon took turns co

The perfume from the "Love in My Heart" series.

The sales clerk bowed slightly and smiled apologetically, "Sir, the last bottle of the 'Love's Heart' series perfume in the store has just been sold."

Leng Shize's upturned lips drooped slightly. "When will you have stock?"

The shop assistant immediately opened their work tablet to check the status of the restocking orders. "Expected after the New Year."

He rarely has strong convictions; once a thought arises, it's hard for him to let go if he can't get it.

The perfume I bought before is completely gone.

He thought he could let go of his dependence on her.

The truth is, he can't.

He missed that scent terribly; only through the memory of that scent could he recall her every smile and gesture.

Leng Shi then asked, "What do people who buy perfume look like?"

Purchases of this brand of perfume come with free samples, and he can find someone to buy those samples for a fee.

The shop assistant guessed what he wanted to do from his persistent tone and told him the truth.

"She was a lady in her forties, wearing a white coat and a dark gray bowler hat."

Leng Shi's eyes widened and lit up again. "Thank you. Please pack the aromatherapy for me. I'll be right back."

Even when faced with malicious questions, he, a person who is usually calm and composed, can still respond with composure and domineering presence.

The sudden urgency suggests this perfume holds special significance for Mr. Leng. The sales assistant pointed out, "I noticed they were walking to the left."

Leng Shi nodded his thanks and strode to the left.

Dark gray bowler hat, dark gray bowler hat...

Leng Shize's gaze swept across the crowd as he silently recited the characteristics of the person he was looking for.

On the eve of the Spring Festival, the shopping mall was crowded with people, but as far as the eye could see, there was not a single person wearing a top hat.

Did they go up to the second floor?

Leng Shi stepped onto the escalator, and some tourists coming down the stairs recognized him and waved excitedly, "Special Envoy Leng!"

With each cold greeting, everyone around him turned their gazes toward him.

He smiled and nodded to everyone, saying, "Hello, Happy New Year, hello..."

His legs stepped onto the second floor, and he remained silent for a moment at the top of the stairs.

My initial excitement subsided as the escalator ascended to the second floor.

Leng Shi did not continue searching on the second floor, but turned around and stepped onto the escalator to go downstairs.

He was expressionless, with one hand resting on the armrest.

As the escalator slowly descended, his heart gradually calmed down.

Jiaren, I can't even buy the perfume you like anymore.

Is it destined that I will never be able to spend this life with you?

I just went out to work, why did you disappear when I came back?

You said we can face anything together.

Why are you hiding?

They didn't even leave a trace.

Leng Shize got off the escalator and walked toward the aromatherapy shop. He knew in his heart that in such a large shopping mall and in such a sea of ​​people, it would not be difficult to find someone wearing a bowler hat.

But he had to force himself to face reality.

Given his status as the plenipotentiary envoy to Cameroon and a diplomat, it's unacceptable for him to ask someone to buy perfume samples.

His gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on a particular spot.

Xiaoyue.

She was picking through a row of clothes, while a middle-aged couple watched her from behind.

An Xiaoyue took a shirt and prepared to hand it to Teacher Zhou behind her.

As their eyes met, they made eye contact with the person standing outside the door.

An Xiaoyue stood there stunned, her mind a jumble of thoughts, a mix of various terms of endearment.

She forced her eyes to curve into crescent moons, tried hard to move her lips, and called out with a normal smile, "Uncle."

"Shopping with your parents?"

“Yes, Uncle.” An Xiaoyue’s lips tingled, and she even felt her head shaking uncontrollably.

She had no choice but to bite her lip, using the pain to force herself to calm down.

"Where's Sheng Yang? Why isn't he with you?"

"Grandpa's heart isn't feeling well, so he's been hospitalized." Seeing the slight frown on his face, she immediately explained, "It's just for observation; he'll be discharged tomorrow."

With Sheng Yang absent and a large crowd, he attracts too much attention and is not suitable for conversation.

Leng Shi raised his hand to take his leave, saying, "Come visit us at home after the New Year with Sheng Yang. Your uncles have prepared New Year's gifts for you."

“Okay, I will tell Sheng Yang.” An Xiaoyue nodded slightly.

Her stiff body was completely out of control; she couldn't make any other movements.

An Xiaoyue stood still, her gaze fixed on Leng Shize until he disappeared from sight.

If he turned around, he would definitely see Xiaoyue's reddened eyes.

An Xiaoyue lowered her head and wiped away the tears welling up in her eyes. She then gave the shirt to Teacher Zhou.

"Teacher Zhou, Mom is probably referring to this style of shirt."

Teacher Zhou's gaze fell on her trembling hands, and she asked with concern, "Xiaoyue, are you feeling unwell?"

An Xiaoyue didn't dare to look up, afraid that someone would notice she was crying.

"No, the lighting in the store is too strong, it makes my eyes a little uncomfortable."

Teacher Zhou and Teacher Zhong looked at each other, both knowing that Teacher An and her daughter had many secrets.

Since it's a secret, it can't be revealed, so all they can do is offer them companionship and comfort.

Teacher Zhou raised an eyebrow, her eyes darting around, signaling to Teacher Zhong to keep a closer eye on Xiaoyue.

She took the shirt and delivered it to her daughter and Teacher An in the fitting room.

When Teacher Zhou saw her daughter in the dressing room, she praised her joyfully, "You know what, with Teacher An's help, Lingxi's demeanor has become much more composed and capable."

Teacher Zhong sat in the waiting area, staring at An Xiaoyue without blinking.

Lingxi has a very outgoing personality and can't keep anything to herself.

Xiaoyue is different; his wife asked him to look after Xiaoyue, so he could only look after her.

An Xiaoyue lingered in front of a row of clothes. She had to do something to calm her heart, which was surging like the tides of the sea.

This was the first time she had seen her biological father since she learned her true parentage.

Leng Shi returned to the store, and the staff, seeing his calm expression, already knew the answer.

"Sir, if it's convenient, could you leave your contact information? I'll let you know as soon as the stock is replenished."

“Well…” Leng Shi paused for a few seconds, took a deep breath, “No need, thank you.”

Such a handsome man was now lonely, and the shop assistants felt a void in their hearts as well.

"Okay, the gift is ready. Sir, you can pay the bill now."

Leng Shi followed the shop assistant to the checkout counter, where the vermilion paper and gold ribbons were exquisite and perfectly suited to the New Year's atmosphere.

Leng Shi then unlocked his phone with satisfaction and prepared the QR code to pay.

The shop assistant noticed his phone wallpaper. Was this the gentleman's wife?

She couldn't help but glance at Leng Shize again. "Sir, I think you could choose another gift for your wife?"

Leng Shi asked in confusion, "My wife?"

Seeing that the shop assistant's gaze was fixed on his phone screen, it was clear that the other party had misunderstood.

He explained, "She is not me..."

Leng Shi, being quick-witted, immediately realized what was happening.

He asked in disbelief, "Was this the lady who just bought the perfume?"

"Yes."

Leng Shize's heart pounded violently, making his hands and feet go numb.

Yoshihito is in Kyoto.

Jiaren is in the mall right now.