Your Most Faithful Companion

Ji Mingshu resisted some more, but before they entered the room, she suddenly noticed…

A familiar aromatic scent was mixed with the smell of smoke and alcohol.

The scent of the perfume.

She smelled it again closely. It really is…

In Ji Mingshu’s perception, that perfume belonged to the category of ‘The Scent of Sweet Young Girls.’ It was common to smell this fragrance when shopping, and the scent ranks top two in the number of users—with Chanel No. 5 being the only exception. She had used it once in high school, and her friends complained that it smelled very ‘bitchy.’

“Did you go out to look for female college students? Where did the perfume come from? You touched other women, and now you’re touching me? Disgusting!” Ji Mingshu’s eyes contained an unconcealed loathing.

Cen Sen kicked open the half-closed room and threw her on the bed. He then leaned forward, trapping her with his arms.

Ji Mingshu retreated defensively.

“Have you forgotten how to do math after all these years? How long has it been since I drove you back?”

“……”

… It was only after a long time did Ji Mingshu finally understood what he meant. It was rare to meet such a shameless person, but she still wasn’t able to speak a word to refute his weird logic.

Cen Sen didn’t continue his next step. Instead, he got up and took off his shirt, going straight into the bathroom.

Ji Mingshu stared in the bathroom’s direction for a few seconds, then held up her nightdress to see if it was stained with any unfavorable smells.

The sound of water soon came from the bathroom. Ji Mingshu laid back onto the bed and reflected on their relationship.

Actually, they’ve married for some time now and knew a decent amount about each other. Cen Sen was someone ambitious in his work and was also someone who didn’t have much patience for women and relationships. He might’ve had some casual flings, but it shouldn’t be to the point of an affair, since it would be too troublesome for a workaholic like him to maintain an improper relationship.

As she thought of this, she suddenly chuckled. Derisive, she recalled Gu Kaiyang’s exasperated criticism before her marriage. “Your only requirement is for your husband to not have an affair? And if he ever does, he just has to hide it well to prevent any news that harms your reputation from leaking?! Do you have to act this inferior?”

Now that she thought more carefully, she really was inferior.

The Ji family also counted as one of the notable families in Ping city. Being born in such a family, she witnessed too many of these affairs and was aware that the wealthier one is, the more capable they are in hiding things like this. There were few truly harmonious families, so it was already uneasy for them to maintain their sweet couple’s image in a family business marriage like theirs.

She was pretty satisfied with Cen Sen—handsome, sexually active, non-clingy, and gave her as much money as she desired.

Before she fell asleep, she thought: It’s good to keep it this way. No need for love; it’s fine to just continue to live this way.

–

The once-a-year Autumn Paris Haute couture Week soon arrived, and Ji Mingshu received invitations from several brands. She had attended the shows regularly since childhood, and these shows also shaped her sense of style year by year. She could even count as a trendsetter in Ping city.

Before she left for Paris, she had an entire procedure of lively preparations at her house.

The brand of her outfits had to match the brand of the show that she attends. Since she wasn’t a celebrity, the dress for posing in the airport was optional, but she couldn’t leave out the outfits for the afternoon tea, banquet, and her favorite jewelry show.