Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Just as the thought crossed her mind, her peripheral vision caught Zhang Haixia sitting quietly beside her, and she suddenly realized what was going on.

She smiled and shook her head, explaining, "No, I didn't wear perfume today. The scent you're smelling is most likely from Xiaxia."

Zhang Qianjun: ? ? ?

He froze in the driver's seat, completely stunned.

Damn! He'd been smelling the fragrance the whole way, and it turned out to be the scent of a grown man?

Ignoring everyone else's reactions, Shen Mingchao said enthusiastically, "You think it smells great too, don't you? You have good taste! I think so too."

She was captivated the first time she smelled it.

It's a very special blend of cool fragrances; it's hard to pinpoint exactly which floral or woody scent it is.

It can only be understood intuitively, not explained in words.

If I had to describe it with a feeling, it would be like the evening breeze blowing across the sea on a midsummer night, carrying a refreshing coolness.

It's not strong or pungent, but it's incredibly refreshing and unforgettable once you've smelled it.

Thinking of this, Shen Mingchao smiled and said, "This is a new fragrance he recently experimented with. He mixed it himself and said it's still in the trial period and hasn't been finalized yet, so he hasn't named it."

"It has a name."

A gentle, deep male voice suddenly rang out.

Shen Mingchao was slightly taken aback and turned his head to look at Zhang Haixia, who was speaking beside him.

The man was looking at her tenderly, a warm smile playing on his lips, his gaze focused, repeating himself:

"This perfume has a name."

Upon hearing this, Shen Mingchao looked at him with a puzzled expression, silently asking:

That's not right. When I asked you this afternoon, you clearly said you hadn't thought of a name yet.

Zhang Haixia immediately understood her confusion, nodded, and softened her voice: "I really hadn't figured it out this afternoon, but just now, I suddenly had an inspiration."

"What's your name?" Shen Mingchao's curiosity was piqued, and he reflexively asked.

"The name is..." Zhang Haixia's thin lips parted slightly, about to utter the name that had been lingering in his heart for a long time, when a sudden, sharp cough unexpectedly rang out from the back seat.

"Cough cough cough!"

The voice belonged to Zhang Haike, who had caught a cold.

Almost simultaneously, Zhang Haiyan in the front seat also reacted instantly.

As if sensing some danger, she abruptly interrupted, "Excuse me, we're not actually curious about the perfume's name."

"Since it's still in the trial period, it's a half-finished product that hasn't been finalized yet, not even a finished product. Isn't it a bit too hasty to come up with a name now?"

This is a unique perception ingrained in the Zhang family.

There's no other reason, I just have a feeling that what this boyfriend is saying isn't exactly pleasant.

But once the conversation had progressed this far, even if they wanted to stop it, they couldn't shut up the other people's mouths.

Sure enough, the next second, the gentle and reserved man spoke in an extremely soft voice, uttering a sentence that silenced the entire room.

"Its name is Eternal Love."

After he finished speaking, the car fell completely silent, with only the continuous sound of rain outside the window.

[...I should have smashed all those messy bottles of his a long time ago! He actually confessed his feelings!]

Wang Can grumbled unhappily.

The other members of the Zhang family did not look well.

A name you just came up with?

Do not believe.

This is probably a response to Zhang Haiyan's earlier probing.

Ah, eternal love?

That's quite a boast.

Aside from calling them "uncle," he had a very low profile and didn't interfere with their conversation with Shen Mingchao at all. They thought Hei Xiazi and the others in the group were overreacting.

I never expected to receive a confession in person.

It turns out this kid had been quiet the whole way, waiting for them here.

So here's the problem.

If they were to open the car door now and kick the person out, what would they need to do to avoid angering Shen Mingchao?

It seems a bit difficult.

Zhang Haiyan, his face grim, suppressed his restless feet. Unable to contain his anger any longer, he threw a cold glare at Zhang Qianjun beside him.

Look what you've done!

Why bring up perfume? You're just giving them an easy way to benefit. Didn't you understand I was telling you to drive properly?

After years of working together, Zhang Qianjun fully understood Zhang Haiyan's meaning.

His face darkened. He wanted to retort, but he lacked the confidence. He had indeed brought up a sore spot.

The worst part is, who the hell would have thought that the fragrance filling the car was coming from a man?!

No wonder he seemed so unfamiliar.

I thought Shen Mingchao had changed his perfume and wanted to use that to start a conversation.

Now look what happened, one name has slapped them all in the face.

Zhang Haiyan gritted her teeth and continued to scan the area with her eyes.

I think you should go to this ancient building! I'll take you to the ancestors to wake you up! Stop doing these things that are more trouble than they're worth.

Zhang Qianjun sneered, completely unconcerned, and rolled his eyes at him.

This is the undercurrent of tension in the first row.

The reactions from the last row were very polarized.

Zhang Qilin's face didn't show any obvious expression, but the atmosphere around him seemed to intensify.

Zhang Haike then coughed a series of times. This time it wasn't intentional; he had accidentally choked on his saliva in his excitement.

But once or twice is acceptable, but not a third time.

Shen Mingchao didn't care about any of that. He pretended to be concerned, showing concern for the person, but in reality, he was being sarcastic and insincere.

"A persistent cough isn't good. Is it getting serious? Should I go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine later? Sigh, as you get older, you really have to be careful to keep warm."

Zhang Haike: ...

The first sentence expresses concern, but what does the second sentence mean?

"No." He originally wanted to explain the truth, but choking on his own saliva would be too stupid, so he changed his explanation: "It's just that the fragrance is too strong."

Shen Mingchao raised an eyebrow.

She thought it was because the sour taste was too strong.

"Is that so?" She crossed her arms and mimicked him, saying, "Then I think your cough and cold have nothing to do with each other. It's probably because you smoke so much that you're so sensitive to smells, Uncle Ke."

Like someone who wouldn't spill dirty water.

"Who said that?" Zhang Haike immediately became serious and said righteously, "Mingchao, don't misunderstand, I'm not that kid Wu Xie. I rarely smoke."

Shen Mingchao's lips twitched, not from being speechless, but from wanting to laugh, because he really didn't expect Zhang Haike to say that.

But for the sake of her own merit, she suppressed her smile, thinking to herself: Our Third Master Wu's reputation is truly well-deserved.

After teasing Zhang Haike, Shen Mingchao turned his attention back to Zhang Haixia.

The man still smiled warmly.

It was as if no matter what she did, he was always there to watch over her and protect her.

Is the perfume called Eternal Love?

It would be a lie to say she wasn't moved, but it was indeed difficult for her to believe in eternity based on just a few words.

If you simply take it as a love confession, it's quite pleasant to hear.

She smiled genuinely and responded frankly to the other person's feelings at that moment:

"This name is excellent; I like it very much."