But putting aside the definition under probability, it’s purely insidious.

"Then you better work hard, don’t let down your senior’s expectations."

"Mmm. Director Jiang, I definitely won’t disgrace our department!"

Jiang Chen smiled softly, looking at the young face in front of him, suddenly lost in thought, reminiscing about the past.

People are like this.

As you age, you tend to feel nostalgic and muddled.

The office door opened, disrupting the atmosphere.

"President Li."

The junior secretary immediately turned to greet.

Jiang Chen pulled back his thoughts and gave his girlfriend a slight smile.

Li Shuru, her hair styled in a high bun, exuding a CEO aura, walked in, her gaze landing on the face that had once suffered disdain, maintaining her image impeccably in front of subordinates.

The junior secretary was sensible enough to leave the office right after Li Shuru walked in.

"Even if she’s a junior, letting a fresh graduate sit at such a high position, isn’t it somewhat..."

"It’s not me. It’s Principal Hao."

"Principal Hao?"

Jiang Chen was surprised.

Having been married for so long, they naturally wouldn’t resort to the cliche of lovey-dovey couples, especially in the company.

"Just arrived?"

Li Shuru approached, noticing the situation.

"Yeah, just chatted a bit."

"She is the student council president of her cohort. So Principal Hao personally recommended her, how could I not oblige?"

The face of the alma mater’s principal.

Had to oblige, of course.

Only, was she the student council president?

That’s a prestigious ship Jiang Chen never had during his school days.

Being a student council president doesn’t seem too inappropriate.

The student council president is the most outstanding student representative of a school, representing the quality of the school and its face.

Whether a student council president does well after entering society can somewhat influence external perceptions of the school.

"Principal Hao is asking us to advertise for enrollment, huh."

Perhaps many have seen the principal from afar during assemblies a few times, but as a poor student who had long profited from the school, Jiang Chen had entered the principal’s office several times.

Excelling in studies leads to official positions, most university presidents have honorary titles, but East University’s president is a kind old man who rarely talks bureaucratic, and even after hearing Jiang Chen’s "glorious deeds," he once gently advised the renowned first-class bootlicker to focus on his future rather than wasting too much energy on love during youth.

Recall it vividly.

He even tasted fine tea a few times in the principal’s office.

Like repaying the kindness of a drop with a fountain.

"You can talk to Brother Shao, let Tianci and East Sea University sign a long-term talent delivery agreement, welcoming excellent and qualified graduates to work at Tianci."

Speaking, Jiang Chen winked at his girlfriend, "How does it feel to have a student council president as a secretary?"

Li Shuru feigned indifference, "No feeling."

"Hypocritical."

Jiang Chen mocked with a laugh, "Lu Xun said, appetites are hard to overcome, sexual desires are extremely hard to overcome, but vanity cannot be overcome."

Li Shuru glared at him, "Lu Xun definitely didn’t say that."

Jiang Chen smiled more broadly.

"What is this?"

Li Shuru noticed the navy-blue gift bag on the coffee table.

"A gift for you."

Jiang Chen flirted, "Guess what it is."

Who knew she seemed to have x-ray vision, instantly replied, "Perfume."

Jiang Chen was shocked, "How did you know?"

Although Lan Peizhi never mentioned what brand her fragrance came from, Jiang Chen remembered it, and while passing a mall in Kyoto, he wandered around, found a K.E store, and discovered K.E had expanded into the perfume market.

Following the principle of keeping wealth within the family, he bought a bottle.

"Try it."

Li Shuru raised her arm.

Jiang Chen leaned in to sniff gently.

"What does it smell like?"

"Didn’t shower yesterday?"

Li Shuru threatened to pinch his soft spot.

Jiang Chen dodged, then made a thoughtful gesture, slowly said, "Mmm. It’s fragrant. The top notes like bamboo leaves swaying in the early spring mist, carrying the briskness of violet leaves, gradually unfurling in the middle notes, the silky petals of magnolia intertwining with the honeyed sweetness of freesia, the peony’s lushness ebbing and flowing in the mossy green, as if stepping into a mist-wreathed garden..."

"Stop!"

Li Shuru couldn’t help but laugh, cutting off the poetic speaker, "Are you writing a poem?"

And don’t say it.

The certain someone indeed liked writing poetry lately.

"Doesn’t it feel familiar?" Li Shuru asked.

Jiang Chen was puzzled.

Li Shuru showed misunderstanding, "Didn’t you smell the perfume before buying it?"

I did smell it.

But humans aren’t dogs, how can the sense of smell be that sensitive?

Yet not smelling or reacting, lacking olfactory sense, relying more on talent, Jiang Chen realized something and tentatively asked, "Did you spray the same brand’s perfume?"

"Mmm."

Li Shuru lowered her hand, sighed softly, "I thought we were connected."

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but laugh, "Why change the perfume?"

Unlike Daoist Sister, who possesses a rare natural fragrance.

Just look at the perfume sales numbers.

There’s a saying that you can recognize a woman by her scent.

Perfume is not just a beauty product for allure, it can also reflect a woman’s taste, personality, and even preferences.

Li Shuru hadn’t used that brand of perfume before.

Or rather, K.E never produced perfumes before.

"Someone else sent it."

His girlfriend’s answer startled Jiang Chen again.

Someone sending perfume to his girlfriend?

Who would be so bold?

His face quickly turned serious, and solemnly said, "Who? Tell him to come over, let me meet him."

In today’s world, he was no longer that helpless student.

Daring to steal his woman?

Legs broken!

Referring to all three legs being broken.

The kind that can’t be reattached.

Unlike Blood Goddess, he’s not that merciful.

"Why so scary?"

"Call him. I want a fair duel."

Jiang Chen, foreboding as an abyss, exuded killing intent.

"Is that what you said?"

"I said it."

"No regrets."

"Call him."

Jiang Chen stated simply, "He can choose the time and place."

Li Shuru finally couldn’t help but snicker, charming like blooming begonias.

"When did you become so petty?"

She teased.

"My heart has never been generous."

"Right? I remember who said, I’ll give you time to catch up..."

Li Shuru showed a reminiscing expression.

"Is it that kid?"

Jiang Chen seemed to catch on, "Is that guy graduating now? Fine. He’s got guts. I’m not bullying him by stepping in now."

Considering life stages, both having entered society, it’s indeed not bullying.

But from a cultivation level perspective, that’s frankly bullying.

Even though Jiang Chen couldn’t remember the guy’s name now, without a doubt, with just a palm’s worth of skill, it’s incomparable to slapping Lan Peizhi, akin to a heaven-sent palm technique.

"It’s Pei Yunxi."

Li Shuru stopped joking, even if there were truly men daring to send, she wouldn’t accept it.

To know what kind of character she has.

Back when studying at East Sea University, when classmates were not yet Jiang Chen or Boss Jiang, buying expensive drinks at the bar, she chose to return the money.

"Why is she sending you perfume?"

Jiang Chen was caught off guard, even if they both knew it was a joke.

"She’s K.E’s brand ambassador, you know. I thought it was pretty good. Didn’t you buy this perfume for the same reason?"

Again, he felt guilty like a burglar.

He truly didn’t know if his girlfriend was casually speaking or hinted.

"Are you that familiar?"

Jiang Chen casually and smiled as he asked.

"We’re neighbors. Isn’t that supposed to be so?"

Li Shuru returned the smile.

Neighbors?

Jiang Chen’s smile widened.

It’s such an irrefutable reason.

Both of them were indeed owners at Spring and Autumn Plaza, but in this era of indifferent relationships, let alone a community, it’s highly likely people living on the same floor never speak a word.

"Plus, aren’t you her boss? She sends me a bottle of perfume, it’s nothing."

Li Shuru added.

Looking at his casually speaking girlfriend, Jiang Chen remained silent.

Mmm.

From this angle, it truly is nothing.

Unlike Fujiwara Reiki’s self-bestowing.

She, as the boss lady, was definitely genuine.