Chapter 137: The Gifts in the Box
Translator: _Min_
Song Ling remembered how Gu Dai had blushed, wanting to put the amulet around his neck after explaining its significance. He had thought she was deliberately trying to curry favor with him, and his gaze became increasingly disdainful and mocking.
Beneath his gaze, Gu Dai struggled to maintain her smile and began, “Honey—”
Before she could finish, he cut her off, his voice icy, “I don’t need useless things like this.”
After that, he snatched the amulet from Gu Dai’s hand, threw it on the ground, and even stomped on it twice for good measure.
The light in Gu Dai’s eyes dimmed, her smile forced as she muttered something about going to cook and quickly turned to leave.
Though she moved fast, Song Ling still caught the glimmer of tears in her eyes and the hurried, almost frantic pace of her exit.
Thinking back, his headache intensified, haunted by the memory of Gu Dai’s trembling shoulders as she wept.
Near the point of breaking, Song Ling staggered into the bedroom he had once shared with Gu Dai. He remembered tossing the amulet here, but despite searching everywhere, he couldn’t find it.
Could it have fallen under the bed?
Considering this possibility, Song Ling, who was usually fastidious about cleanliness, quickly knelt and peered under the bed. If the space weren’t so limited, he would have crawled under to search.
After a long look, there was no sign of the amulet, but he did spot a box tucked in the corner.
What is this?
He reached under, fumbling to pull the box out, only to discover it had a lock code.
The box must belong to Gu Dai, and the password she would most likely use was his birthday. After all, even her phone’s unlock code was his birth date.
With trembling hands, Song Ling entered the code.
The next moment, the box clicked open, releasing a strong wave of that familiar, calming fragrance.
Stunned, Song Ling unconsciously took several deep inhalations.
Minutes later, as he regained his composure, his eyes fell on the amulet inside the box—an object both familiar and foreign. Carefully, he picked it up.
The amulet was red, its perimeter intricately embroidered with gold thread.
Song Ling didn’t believe in gods or Buddhas, nor did he think that anything obtained from a temple could truly bring safety. However, he had heard about the temple Gu Dai had visited, and knew that the amulets there were actually crafted by those who sought them.
This meant that the amulet was actually embroidered by Gu Dai!
Song Ling, who usually wore custom-made clothes featuring stitching by top industry experts, only realized how inferior the embroidery on his garments was compared to the stitches on the amulet. The difference was like night and day.
But how could Gu Dai know embroidery? He had never heard of this before.
As for the fragrance in the amulet, it was astounding that the scent still lingered after all this time.
Lowering his gaze to the amulet, he caressed it a few times before bringing it to his nose and taking several deep sniffs. The agitation that had plagued him all day began to significantly fade.
Recognizing this, a flicker of surprise crossed Song Ling’s eyes. He had not expected the amulet to be so profoundly effective.
He took out his phone and dialed the number of the world’s leading fragrance master.
Song Ling demanded, “Come analyze a particular scent for me at the address
I’ll send you.”
The fragrance master was slightly disgruntled. He never expected there would be a scent in the world that required him to make a personal appearance.
From past experience, he knew he could usually identify the components with a casual sniff—there was no need for anticipation.
However, Song Ling was his boss, so he had no choice but to agree, “Alright, Mr. Song, I’ll be there shortly!”
After the call, Song Ling gradually returned to his senses. Casting his eyes downward, he noticed the dust on his clothes and the mess he had left the bedroom in. His obsession with cleanliness caused him to frown deeply.
Song Ling tidied up the bedroom and took a shower. It wasn’t until he had groomed himself thoroughly that the dreadful feeling, as if being nibbled by a million bugs, finally dissipated. Only then did he have the time to examine what else was in the box.
Inside the box was a wristwatch, a suit, a necktie, and various other delicate gifts, each carefully enclosed in its own box..