I'm going back to accompany my girlfriend

The phone screen clearly displayed a glowing location marker.

Jiang Yutong narrowed her eyes at Lin Xuan, who appeared completely unfazed.

This man before her was clearly no ordinary person.

"Second Miss Jiang, I know you don’t suspect me of colluding with Wang Fu," Lin Xuan said, putting his phone away. "Otherwise, you wouldn’t have spoken up for me."

Jiang Yutong admitted, "You’re right, I don’t suspect you."

If they were in cahoots, Lin Xuan wouldn’t have beaten Wang Fu so ruthlessly. She had always been a good judge of character, and Lin Xuan didn’t strike her as someone with questionable morals—certainly not the type to associate with scum like Wang Fu.

"Go on, then. What’s your goal?" Jiang Yutong smiled. "Don’t worry, if it’s within my power, I’ll help you."

Lin Xuan replied, "Let’s find a restaurant nearby and discuss this in detail."

"Sure," Jiang Yutong agreed readily.

They found a restaurant and sat across from each other.

"I’ll have to head back soon to spend time with my girlfriend, Miss Jiang, so let’s keep this casual," Lin Xuan said.

He was slightly worried Jiang Yutong might develop feelings for him.

Not that he was narcissistic—but Shen Qianqian and Feng Yaya had taken a liking to him without him even trying.

And now, after rescuing Jiang Yutong in such a heroic manner?

He’d beaten Wang Fu so brutally partly to show her his ruthless side, hoping she’d find him intimidating.

Mentioning his girlfriend was just a precaution.

As the second daughter of the Jiang family, with their strict upbringing, she surely wouldn’t pursue a man already in a relationship.

A flicker of surprise crossed Jiang Yutong’s eyes. "I didn’t expect someone as young as you, Mr. Lin, to already have a girlfriend. I wonder who she is."

She wasn’t the gossipy type, nor did she feel any romantic attraction toward Lin Xuan—just simple admiration.

Yet, for some reason, she found herself wanting to know more about him.

"Second Miss Jiang, I’m afraid that’s personal," Lin Xuan said.

Jiang Yutong chuckled. "My apologies for overstepping."

Lin Xuan continued, "The reason I stepped in to help you was primarily to discuss a collaboration with your cosmetics company."

"Are you looking to invest in my company?" Jiang Yutong asked.

Without waiting for his answer, she let out a bitter laugh. "You probably don’t know this, but we’ve been completely overshadowed by DR Cosmetics. Our products are too similar, and our brand recognition is abysmal. At this rate, it won’t be long before DR acquires us."

"Mr. Lin, if you invest now, you’ll likely lose everything."

Her father had always insisted she stay and assist at Jiang Corporation.

Her childhood dream had been to build a top-tier company in the industry—without relying on anyone.

She’d promised her father that if she failed, she’d return to Jiang Corporation.

Now, it seemed Jiangtong Group wouldn’t last much longer.

Perhaps it was time to go back.

"I do want to invest," Lin Xuan said with a smile. "But not with money—I’m offering technical expertise as my stake."

Jiang Yutong frowned.

What did he mean?

Lin Xuan pulled out two exquisitely crafted bottles.

"This is…?" Jiang Yutong eyed them skeptically.

Lin Xuan explained, "A perfume I developed, and a topical ointment for acne."

"Take a look, Second Miss Jiang."

Curious, Jiang Yutong picked up the perfume bottle and examined it closely.

She had to admit—the bottle was elegant, giving off a high-end vibe.

Perfect for a luxury perfume line.

The thought made her shake her head wryly.

Their high-end line had never taken off. The domestic luxury cosmetics market was dominated by DR and international brands, leaving Jiangtong Group with no foothold.

As Jiang Yutong inspected the perfume, Lin Xuan leisurely ate his meal, looking completely at ease.

He was confident that, unless she was a fool, she’d agree to his proposal after seeing his products.

Jiang Yutong opened the bottle.

A fragrance wafted into her senses.

Her eyes widened in shock.

This scent—it was incredible!

Fresh, invigorating, and far superior to any high-end perfume on the market.

Lin Xuan added, "This fragrance lasts a full day. It won’t fade unless you shower."

"What?" Jiang Yutong gasped. "A full day?"

Lin Xuan asked, "Do you know how much it costs to produce?"

Jiang Yutong hesitated.

Given the quality and the premium packaging, it had to be expensive.

"Ten thousand?" she guessed.

Lin Xuan shook his head, amused. "No. A hundred."

"A hundred?!" Her eyes nearly bulged.

That little?

With such a low production cost, this perfume could turn massive profits if launched.

Lin Xuan produced another bottle. "Try this one."

Without hesitation, Jiang Yutong opened it—instinct telling her anything Lin Xuan presented would be exceptional.

The moment she inhaled, her face lit up with astonishment.

This one was even better than the first.

A rich rose fragrance, soothing and uplifting.

Lin Xuan said, "This one costs a bit more—five hundred."

"Second Miss Jiang, if we collaborate, I can provide many more fragrances like these."

Jiang Yutong couldn’t help asking, "Did you really develop these yourself?"

"These two are my work," Lin Xuan admitted. "I know a bit about medicine and experimented at home."

Her heart raced with excitement.

If true, Lin Xuan was a cosmetics genius.

Anticipating skepticism if he unveiled too many revolutionary products, Lin Xuan added, "I also have a lab under my name. They’ve developed quite a few beauty products."

"What about this?" Jiang Yutong pointed to the ointment on the table. "What does it do?"

"Ah, this," Lin Xuan said. "It’s for acne."

"Apply it for about a year, and the acne will disappear completely—no scars left. After that, just use it once a month to prevent breakouts."

The perfumes were brought over from another world, but the acne treatment was his own creation.

Originally, it could clear acne in six months—but where was the profit in that?

The key is to keep them hanging on slowly.

"Can it really completely get rid of acne?" Jiang Yutong's face was full of shock.

If true, this ointment would be far more astonishing than perfume.

Many people nowadays are troubled by acne. If it truly had the miraculous effects Lin Xuan claimed, even those with lower incomes would buy it—even at ten thousand yuan a bottle.

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