The rain was pouring outside, the violent storm tilting down mercilessly. The frail willow branches by the roadside and the delicate flowers were all bent over, as if weighed down. It was unclear how much time had passed before the storm finally subsided.

Inside the room, Fu Nancheng leaned against the headboard in a lazy and decadent manner. His upper body was bare, with scratch marks from a woman's nails on his wheat-colored chest and back, covered by a blanket below. He reached for a cigarette from the bedside table, lit it with a faint glow, took a deep drag, and then exhaled.

Amidst the swirling smoke, he looked down at the woman beside him. She was curled up in a ball, far away from him, sleeping with her back against the edge of the bed as if one movement could send her falling off.

Fu Nancheng smoked several cigarettes in succession, then got up from the bed. He dressed himself elegantly in trousers and a shirt, his deep voice still hoarse, "Take the medicine yourself, don't give me a child to deal with."

The girl on the bed had her eyes closed, unresponsive. "And also, there are some things I shouldn't have to repeat. Break up with my little nephew. If I see you two together again, I will..." Before he could finish, the person on the bed pulled the blanket over, covering her pale little face. Fu Nancheng, "..." He stopped talking, took his suit jacket from the sofa, and left. ... All was quiet, and Su Ci didn't show her face either. With her eyes swollen from crying, she thought it was all over. It was wrong for her to be a stand-in, but he had played with her too, treating her as a plaything on the bed. From now on, they owed each other nothing. She hadn't expected this game of being a stand-in to end in such a disgraceful way. ... Late at night, Fu Nancheng returned to the president's office, entered the rest room, threw his suit jacket on the bed, and lay down. The WeChat group was buzzing endlessly, with Song Zilin and Wen Shaoqian both trying to find out about his date tonight. Song Zilin, "Why is my second brother absent on his first date?" Wen Shaoqian, "Seeing Nancheng at this time is abnormal, he must have gone happy with Su Ci." Fu Nancheng replied, "No, at the entrance of the amusement park, she coaxed me to buy a strawberry-flavored ice cream and then ditched me."

The group chat erupted.

Fu Nancheng put down his phone and closed his eyes. The fragrance clinging to him was all hers, lingering relentlessly.

Even without holding her in his arms tonight, he began to drift off to sleep slowly. ... The next morning.

Secretary Song knocked on the president's office door, entered, and reported in a low voice, "President, I just contacted the old lady in the Imperial City. She said that the reason for marrying Su Xue two years ago was because of a jade pendant she had."

"What jade pendant?"

"This jade pendant."

Secretary Song handed a jade pendant to Fu Nancheng.

Fu Nancheng sat in his office chair, his expression today not appearing unusual, yet very cold, the kind of cold that repels strangers. He glanced at the jade pendant and suddenly felt it looked familiar.

"Isn't this the jade pendant carried by CC's top perfumer, King?"

Over the past few years, Fu Nancheng had been investigating this top perfumer, King. At that time, the intelligence network sent over a photo of a blurred figure in half-profile, dressed in black with a duckbill cap, making it impossible to see the person clearly. However, King had a jade pendant hanging around his neck.

Using 3D technology for restoration and reassembly, it was confirmed that the jade pendant around King's neck was this one.

Unexpectedly, investigating Su Xue led to the discovery of this elusive King!

"Yes, President, this jade pendant is indeed King's. But as far as I know, Su Xue does not know how to compose fragrances, which means Su Xue is not the real Mrs. Fu. The real Mrs. Fu is very likely to be this top perfumer, King."