Xi Jing went to great lengths to find the same product, but unfortunately, none were sold nearby; he didn’t find a single bottle.

Xi Jing leaned against the counter, lost in thought, trying to figure out why Chuzheng liked that shower gel so much.

What did it smell like?

He wouldn’t normally pull himself away to smell it on purpose, and after long-term exposure to the same scent, it becomes impossible to distinguish.

Xi Jing couldn’t remember what the shower gel smelled like now...

Seeing a store clerk nearby, Xi Jing called him over and asked, "Did I have a particular scent on me before?"

The store clerk was baffled by this question: "Boss, there’s only the milky scent of cakes in our store, where would any other scent come from?"

Xi Jing was taken aback, then suddenly his eyes lit up: "I know!"

Store Clerk: "???"

Know what?

The confused store clerk left, occasionally glancing back at Xi Jing.

-

Night fell.

Chuzheng leaned against the bed reading, the blanket beside her lifted, and someone joined her.

"Baby."

Chuzheng looked at him, her gaze a bit strange.

Xi Jing’s smile was slightly reserved and anxious: "I... can’t call you that?"

"No." Chuzheng pulled him over, a light fragrance wafted over, slightly different in scent, but similar enough.

This scent was still pleasant, fragrant and soft.

"Do you like it?"

Xi Jing asked cautiously.

Chuzheng kissed him lightly: "Yes."

Xi Jing breathed a sigh of relief; as long as she liked it.

Xi Jing pulled out an envelope from the side: "This month’s salary, complete with a bonus."

Their boss always pays in cash, saying that this way you can truly experience the joy of receiving a paycheck.

As the store manager, Xi Jing’s salary is not small, with commission and bonuses, the envelope was filled to the brim.

"You can save it yourself." She always has to keep cash.

"No way." Xi Jing shook his head: "The salary must be managed by the wife."

Xi Jing paused, and stubbornly said: "Also... I owe you a lot of money, I have to repay you."

Chuzheng: "..."

Chuzheng took the envelope: "Don’t you want to keep some?"

Xi Jing obediently replied: "I have no place to spend any money, why keep it?"

Chuzheng prepares his food and clothing, and she picks him up to and from work every day, where is there a need to spend money?

Chuzheng tucked the envelope under the pillow and gently rubbed Xi Jing’s soft hair.

Xi Jing tilted his head to look at her, and after a while, nudged up, pressing his lips to her cheek.

"Xi Jing."

"Hmm?"

Not getting a response, Xi Jing pulled back a little, puzzled: "Wha... what is it?"

Chuzheng’s chilling gaze landed, seeming both stirred and undisturbed, her voice gentle and calm: "Do you feel like I’m not giving you personal space?"

"No." Xi Jing hugged her neck: "I love you accompanying me; I want us to be like this forever." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The lashes drooping over his eyes shielded his emotions as he quietly said: "Always mine."

"Hmm?" Chuzheng didn’t catch the last part.

Xi Jing looked up, smiling brightly: "I will always love you."

Chuzheng looked at him thoughtfully for a moment; with words like these, it seemed he wouldn’t turn into a dark version of himself.

"As long as you behave, I won’t keep such a close watch on you." She found it troublesome, but if she’s lenient, it’s easy for a Good Person Card to get into trouble, which would be even more troublesome.

Xi Jing’s expression slightly changed: "You... won’t come to pick me up anymore?"

He held onto Chuzheng’s hand: "I don’t mind, don’t stop coming... I... I hope you come to pick me up."

"I didn’t say I wouldn’t come." Chuzheng felt helpless inside: "Don’t overthink." I still need to, this is so difficult for me.

Xi Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you have any dreams?"

"Being with you." Xi Jing blurted out.

"Apart from that, career-wise." Is there no ambition at all!!

"Um..." Xi Jing tilted his head thinking for a while: "To open a dessert shop of my own."

"Just that?"

Xi Jing nodded: "Is... is that okay?"

Does she think I’m too unambitious?

"Sounds good." Chuzheng didn’t say much, simply patting his head: "Keep up the good work."

-

A month later.

The boss suddenly said there was a family issue, he couldn’t maintain the shop and wanted to transfer it, asked if Xi Jing wanted it.

Xi Jing didn’t have that kind of money; the boss’s posture was ’I’m transferring at a loss to you,’ as if Xi Jing not taking it would waste all his effort.

"I wouldn’t trust it with anyone else, I can only leave it to you, Xiao Jing, you won’t let me down, right?" The boss looked at him full of hope.

"But I..." Xi Jing frowned: "I don’t have that much money."

"No problem, no problem, you can pay in installments."

"..."

Xi Jing was puzzled: "This shop is very profitable, why are you transferring it?" Completely counterintuitive.

Even if there’s something, he could leave it to someone else to manage.

"To be honest with you..." The boss pulled Xi Jing aside, lowering his voice: "I’m going back to inherit my dad’s estate, really can’t manage this place."

Xi Jing: "..."

The boss even mentioned installment payments, though Xi Jing found it strange, he agreed anyway.

"Great, great! From now on, it’s yours, work hard!!"

"I will..."

Always feels something’s off.

After discussing the transfer contract, the boss acted eager to return to inherit his estate, didn’t want anything, and swiftly left.

Feeling odd, Xi Jing hesitated yet followed; the boss skulked secretively, finally turning into an empty alley.

Xi Jing hid in the shadows, observing, stiffened upon seeing.

From a distance, Xi Jing couldn’t hear what they said, just saw Chuzheng handing the boss a card, then he pocketed it, leaving merrily.

Given the answer, Xi Jing seemed prepared, not too surprised.

Quickly looking away, Xi Jing left swiftly.

After running some distance, he leaned against a wall, panting.

How would he repay her...

After a while, exhaling deeply, he didn’t mention this to Chuzheng after returning, completely pretending he didn’t know.

He seriously began planning the shop’s future, figuring out how to expand quickly.

Previously, he just wanted his own shop, but now... he had to think bigger, become formidable to be worthy.

Xi Jing signed up for courses, learning what he didn’t understand.

Alongside the books Chuzheng brought from the library, Xi Jing quickly built a reputation, opening store after store.

From one city to another, forming a chain brand.

And Xi Jing himself became a master pastry chef.

Years later, the boss looked at the now-branded dessert shop, quite emotional: "I started this shop, you know."

"Talking nonsense?" His wife looked at him like he was crazy: "The shop’s founder is clearly named Xi Jing."

Boss: "Hmph, you don’t understand."

"Alright, alright, I don’t understand, dreaming in daylight."

"Hmph!"

The boss was still a boss now, and he wasn’t lacking in wealth.

Looking at the familiar shop sign, the boss was nostalgic, realizing if it were up to him, he couldn’t have made it this big.