Chapter 5: Live Stream Lottery, Attending the Exchange Conference

[Such bold talk, but I still don’t believe it.]

[I don’t believe it either, but this is Wen Lingyue!]

[So far, no calming incense on the market can achieve the effect she claims. I think the streamer is just trying to grab attention.]

The live chat exploded with heated discussion as Wen Lingyue clicked the lottery button. The system automatically selected five lucky viewers, and she then displayed their IDs.

[First place: Rose with a touch of work fatigue]
[Second place: Lingyue’s Wife]
…
[Fifth place: Chen Ge]

Chen Ge?

The viewers’ eyes widened.

Chen Ge was selected?!

That foul-mouthed, hot-tempered, clumsy but playful “big spender” whose family fortune was rumored to surpass the entire Le Ying Group combined—Chen Ge?!

At this moment, Chen Ge, with tousled hair and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, lazily typed in the chat:

“Since I got drawn, I’ll try to see if it actually works.”

“If it doesn’t, the streamer better admit it right now, or—”

Chen Ge flicked the cigarette between his fingers: “Don’t bother sticking around Le Ying Platform anymore.”

…

This wasn’t a threat.

Chen Ge had actually done this before!

On the Le Ying platform, he had banned three streamers!

The audience no longer doubted the authenticity of the lottery. Looking at Wen Lingyue, they felt uneasy for her—

How did she get the attention of this living devil?!

[Wen Lingyue, apologize! Chen Ge never compromises; he won’t tolerate any nonsense.]
[Apologize now, and we’ll just watch the fun—better than being banned.]
[New streamer, take my advice, don’t be stubborn. Who doesn’t have a little dark history?]

Many fans also urged Wen Lingyue to be honest and stop false advertising.

After all, Chen Ge was a madman!

He had once tipped a streamer ten million on Le Ying, only to ban them two months later.

Seeing Chen Ge’s words, Wen Lingyue fixed her gaze on the camera:

“Don’t use your shallow understanding to define the world.”

“Remember, it’s called ‘Into the Dream.'”

Insane!

This was the first thought of every viewer.

Even Chen Ge gritted his teeth.

He was eager to test it.

If it didn’t work—

Chen Ge looked at the confident person on screen, his knuckles cracking as he clenched them.

•  

The live stream ended, sparking a massive online uproar.

Xingyu approached, offering to privately mediate between Chen Ge and Wen Lingyue.

Wen Lingyue politely declined.

No one understood Into the Dream better than her. But what surprised her was the invitation she received from the China Fragrance Association—

She was invited to attend the 3rd National Perfumers’ Exchange Conference.

Shencheng.

Wen Lingyue landed and checked into a hotel for the night. The next day, in high spirits, she walked into the venue.

Outside, the elite gathered, and colorful incense arranged to spell “3rd National Perfumers’ Exchange Conference” announced the grandeur and bustle of the event.

“Wen Lingyue?”

Jiang Su initially hesitated to recognize her. Approaching, he realized the woman at the entrance was his daughter he had lost contact with—Wen Lingyue!

“Everyone’s here.”

Wen Lingyue’s bright eyes scanned the crowd, spotting Jiang Su, Lin Wanyi, Jiang Yurou, and Jiang Yuyan. She raised an eyebrow lightly.

The family of four was neatly assembled.

“Why are you here?” Jiang Su furrowed his brow.

“You tell me.”

Wen Lingyue waved the black, gilded invitation in her hand at the greeters and leisurely walked into the hall.

Jiang Su hurried to catch up, lowering his voice: “This isn’t a place for you. Leave immediately!”

Wen Lingyue ignored him. Jiang Yurou stifled a laugh: “Sister, you didn’t come to this exchange because of your exclusive calming incense formula, did you?”

Jiang Su’s face turned dark.

Lin Wanyi and Jiang Yuyan also frowned.

The Jiang family was a long-established perfumer family. Wen Lingyue had only recently been recognized as a member and barely understood aristocratic etiquette—how could she understand fragrance?

Now, with a bit of online fame, she was already mixing perfumes publicly.

Fortunately, outsiders saw Wen Lingyue as Wen Lingyue, and the Jiang family as the Jiang family.

Thinking of this, Jiang Su’s expression darkened: “Go home immediately! Don’t embarrass us here!”

“And—”

His mind racing, he added: “Your sister has started an entertainment company. You should give her the copyright for the lullaby so she can manage it.”

Wen Lingyue almost laughed in anger: “The lullaby copyright is mine. Why should Jiang Yurou touch it? Is it just because she’s shameless?”

Jiang Yurou looked aggrieved: “Sister, you know I’ve been in the entertainment industry for two years, I understand these things better. Besides, copyright profits go to the family company—I’m just helping the family.”

After saying this, she looked at Wen Lingyue, barely hiding a sly satisfaction.

Even if the copyright is yours, so what?

For these girls, if she wanted something, Wen Lingyue would have to hand it over willingly.

Wen Lingyue shattered her illusion: “Dream on.”

“You’re unwilling? Cousins will be disappointed.”

Lin Wanyi frowned: “It’s just one copyright. Why not give it to your sister? I think it’s fine.”

Jiang Yuyan, who had been busy researching new drugs in the lab, rarely went out to relax. Seeing his stubborn sister, he said gently: “Lingyue, listen. You should be happy to contribute to the Jiang family.”

Wen Lingyue took a deep breath, thinking she should have worn a bergamot-scented bracelet today to suppress her disgust.

Her tone was icy: “I’m not part of the Jiang family. Why should I contribute to them?”

“Still being stubborn.”

Jiang Su frowned: “Listen. It’s just one copyright. Consider it a gift to the cousins.”

Wen Lingyue sneered: “I don’t care.”

“You—”

Jiang Su’s anger surged, his raised voice drawing many eyes.

“Enough, let’s not talk about this now.”

Lin Wanyi, concerned with appearances, grabbed Jiang Su and said to Wen Lingyue: “The copyright must go to your sister. You need to leave the conference immediately.”

Wen Lingyue raised an eyebrow: “And if I don’t?”

“Then you’re forbidden from mentioning the Jiang family ever again.”

Ha—

Wen Lingyue looked deeply at Lin Wanyi: “Even if I die, I won’t have anything to do with the Jiang family.”

•  

“This incense, led by plum and snow, gives a sense of coolness and clarity. But the after-scent exudes warm wood notes, lacking some of the cold.”

“Probably because there’s too little sandalwood in the original blend.”

Inside the hall, perfumers were discussing excitedly.

Wen Lingyue paused, suggesting: “Add a little clove and white plum flesh, one or two units each, and blend with the dew extract to balance the warmth and emphasize the cool tones.”

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then thoughtfully: “Hmm! Worth trying!”

Ji Zhou, inspired by her idea, enthusiastically said: “You study Chinese-style perfumery too?”

Wen Lingyue nodded.

Ji Zhou became even more enthusiastic, offering the incense ball in his hand: “This is my new blend.”

Wen Lingyue took it and praised: “The surface is delicate, the color natural—you’re clearly skilled.”

Someone nearby asked: “What incense did you bring?”

Wen Lingyue: “Calming incense.”

Ji Zhou’s eyes lit up: “Recently, there’s a calming incense online causing a huge stir. Have you heard?”

Wen Lingyue: “…I seem to know.”

Ji Zhou waved his hands excitedly: “A certain online streamer claims to have created a calming incense that can put someone to sleep within two minutes. You’re a perfumer too—don’t you think that’s crazy?”

“….”

Wen Lingyue remained silent.

“That streamer’s name was…?”

“Wen… Wen…”

“Wen Lingyue!”

A powerful voice rang out.

At that moment, Wen Lingyue felt the entire hall fall silent.