Chapter 8: The Jiang Family Fails to Seize the Fragrance, Jiang Su Pacifies

Wen Lingyue sneered, “Has Mr. Jiang completely lost his mind? Why on earth would I, a stranger to you, take your surname? Is the Jiang family name some kind of noble treasure?”

Jiang Su’s mouth tightened. “Lingyue… no matter what, blood ties cannot be severed. You may be upset now, and I won’t argue with you, but I absolutely will not allow you to misuse the company’s fragrance formula.”

His gaze swept across the representatives of the fragrance companies.

The formula belongs to the Jiang Group—no one can bypass the Jiang family!

Zheng Like exhaled silently, relieved—

This fragrance formula is almost certainly tied to the Jiang Group’s R&D. No matter what, their Yunding Group would not contest this patent any longer.

The others remained silent as well, the previous excitement gone.

Wen Lingyue calmed down, tilting her brows lightly. “You say this is the Jiang family’s formula, so which members of the Jiang Group participated in its development?”

“I did!”

Jiang Yurou stood, her tone righteous. “This fragrance formula was developed by me for the Jiang family!”

“Wen Lingyue, you’re infringing on my patent!”

Jiang Su froze for a moment, then relaxed.

Good.

Yurou was doing it for the Jiang family.

The title of founder—let it go to Yurou.

Wen Lingyue remained seated at the fragrance table, raising an eyebrow. “You developed it?”

“Of course.”

Jiang Yurou showed no hint of guilt.

As long as they insisted on this point, Wen Lingyue couldn’t sell the patent.

After all, the formula still belonged to the Jiang family.

Wen Lingyue shook her head with a lazy air. “I’ve already set up my own personal brand company. ‘Anmian Fragrance’ will be our flagship product, and it will be launched soon.”

Jiang Yurou and Jiang Su’s expressions changed in unison.

Suddenly, they realized—Wen Lingyue now had money!

She could bypass all the fragrance companies and start her own business.

Jiang Su’s shock turned to anger. “How dare you! That’s the Jiang family’s formula!”

Wen Lingyue smiled brightly. “I’m sure the Jiang Group will release this product soon. I’m looking forward to it.”

“You—”

Jiang Su was at a loss for words.

Everyone present was sharp-minded and immediately understood the situation.

Xu Rong’s clever mind quickly spoke: “Miss Wen, for an R&D talent like you, why bother struggling to start a business? Why not authorize us? I promise, the terms will be generous.”

“No! This is our Jiang family’s formula.” Jiang Su’s eyes were fierce.

“Mr. Jiang, you are indeed domineering.”

A cold voice sounded. Fu Yuanzhang lowered his gaze, and his invisible authority fell over the room, silencing everyone.

“You cannot seize other people’s patents, and you won’t let others negotiate either.”

Sweat appeared on Jiang Su’s forehead. He opened his mouth, but dared not speak further.

This person truly had the means.

Anger him, and acquiring the Jiang Group would be just a word away.

Jiang Yurou bit her lip. Was Fu Yuanzhang speaking for Wen Lingyue?

She looked up angrily—

Fu Yuanzhang did not glance at her, but at Wen Lingyue, noticing a complex expression in her eyes.

Some surprise, mixed with… nostalgia?

The next second, Wen Lingyue calmly looked away.

She stood and coldly said to Jiang Su, “‘Into Dreams’ will be launched soon. You can look forward to it, Mr. Jiang.”

With that, she left.

The seminar ended.

Outside the venue, beside a massive green landscape rock, Jiang Su caught up to Wen Lingyue. “Stop right there!”

Wen Lingyue looked at the group before her, her heart completely unmoved.

Zhou Huailang spoke first, his eyes complicated. “Lingyue, you’ve changed.”

Wen Lingyue had never looked at him with such unfamiliar eyes.

“Everyone changes.”

Lin Wanyi’s heart ached. “But we are your family. How can you not recognize us? Do you even still care for me?”

Wen Lingyue smiled. “Who told me before the seminar that I couldn’t mention the Jiang family at all?”

Lin Wanyi froze.

Jiang Su was silent for a moment. “This was our fault.”

Usually the epitome of a stern father, he softened his tone. “Come home with us. You are still a daughter of the Jiang family.”

For a moment, Wen Lingyue felt dazed.

This gentle expression—she had only seen it when Jiang Su was coaxing Jiang Yurou.

She had once envied it deeply, willing to humble herself to win it. But in her entire life, Jiang Su had never treated her this gently.

She had seen it, but—

She no longer desired it.

Wen Lingyue remained calm. “We have severed our relationship.”

“You—you told me to leave the Jiang family yourself.”

“Lingyue!”

Jiang Su looked puzzled at the unfamiliar daughter before him. “That was just a moment of anger. You’re still holding a grudge? Or—”

Jiang Su shifted. “Are you thinking about your engagement to Zhou Huailang?”

Zhou Huailang’s eyes widened slightly.

The Jiang family and Zhou family had arranged an engagement, and Wen Lingyue was the true daughter of the Jiang family. By rights, this marriage should have been his and Wen Lingyue’s…

But he liked Jiang Yurou.

His arm tightened. Looking down, Jiang Yurou gazed at him with delicate vulnerability.

He patted his fiancée’s head reassuringly. “This marriage—”

“This marriage has nothing to do with me,” Wen Lingyue said.

Zhou Huailang froze, his hands curling then relaxing.

Good—he only considered Wen Lingyue as a little sister.

Jiang Yurou also relaxed. She looked at Wen Lingyue with triumphant satisfaction. “Sister, I’ll participate in a romance variety show with Huailang. You won’t mind, right?”

“Why would I mind?” Wen Lingyue countered.

She had never liked Zhou Huailang.

Jiang Yurou’s smile stiffened slightly, then she said, “Then you can join with us.”

Zhou Huailang frowned. “Yurou!”

Jiang Yurou smiled brightly. “The show has so many talented contestants; maybe there’s someone suitable for you, sister.”

Wen Lingyue said nothing.

Jiang Yurou linked her arm with Zhou Huailang’s, pride in her eyes. “If sister doesn’t join, it won’t be because you’re still… attached to Huailang, right?”

Wen Lingyue looked at her, then smiled faintly. “Fine, I’ll participate.”

Jiang Yurou’s expression shifted slightly.

Wen Lingyue smiled and walked on. “Thank you for the invitation.”

Passing the landscape rock, Wen Lingyue took two steps forward, then suddenly stopped—

Not far off, Fu Yuanzhang stood to the side, the sunset casting a golden glow on his sharp, handsome face. In the interplay of light and shadow, his dark eyes looked toward her.

Wen Lingyue’s heart skipped a beat. She walked slowly toward him. “Did you hear everything?”

“Yes.”

Silence fell between them.

Wen Lingyue opened her palm. “This is for you.”

Fu Yuanzhang looked down to see a white fragrance pouch resting in his delicate, fair palm.

“Inside are calming incense beads made from the Anshen powder. Place it under your pillow for tranquility and restful sleep.”

Fu Yuanzhang looked up, his gaze sharp.

Wen Lingyue’s beautiful almond eyes curved into a smile, unafraid. “Thank you for speaking up for me.”

And thank you for saving me during the days when I was oppressed by Xingyu.

Fu Yuanzhang was silent for a moment, then took the pouch.

Hanshan Villa.

Chen Ge began a live review of the Anmian Fragrance.

As a major spender on Leying platform, he had many fans. Once live, viewers quickly gathered.

Chen Ge, still with his signature white hair, waved the incense in front of the camera. “In my hand is Wen Lingyue’s Anshen fragrance, ‘Into Dreams.’ Let’s test it out.”

“Same as always, if it doesn’t work—”

“Then, Wen Lingyue, you shouldn’t bother with Leying.”

With that, Chen Ge lit the incense.

The timer started.