Perfumer of the Republic of China

"I waited outside the door for a long time, but there was no movement in the room, and when I opened the door, I found..." Dongxue was so frightened that she kept sobbing.

Qin Feiran looked around at everyone: "Apart from the two of them, was there anyone near Madam's room last night?"

No one answered for a long while, and after a while, a little servant girl whispered: "I got up at night, and saw a figure running out of the madam's room in a panic."

Qin Feiran's eyes sharpened: "What time is that?"

"Choushi." The little maid's eyes met Qin Feiran's, and she didn't dare to hide anything.

"Why are you so sure?"

"I heard the beeping outside."

Qin Feiran didn't ask any more questions, he opened the box next to Mrs. Jia's bed, and there were some ordinary clothes and bedding inside.

Qin Feiran reached out his hand to explore the bottom of the box, and found a bulge, and when he pulled it out, it turned out to be a sheepskin notebook.

The ink on the paper was old and new, Qin Feiran frowned when he saw the beautiful handwriting.

Jia Zhengting was waiting carefully at the side, seeing Qin Feiran frowning, he immediately stepped forward: "But... what did you find?"

Qin Feiran said in a deep voice, "Your Madam, have you ever stayed abroad?"

Jia Zhengting was taken aback, and then replied: "Yes, my wife's natal family is wealthy, and they sent her to France to study for a few years."

"So that's the case. No wonder the grammar in the book doesn't make sense. It turns out to be in French."

Qin Feiran was about to close the notebook, but Liu Yanhuan's voice came from behind him: "I know French, why don't Mr. Huai let me try it."

Qin Feiran dubiously handed the notebook to Liu Yanhuan.

The latter opened the book and exclaimed, "What a beautiful curly style! Mrs. Jia's handwriting is not much better than printed ones."

It's just that the more you look at it, the more dignified Liu Yanhuan's expression becomes.

Qin Feiran saw that Liu Yanhuan's exquisite facial features were covered with a haze, and asked tentatively, "How, what did you write?"

Liu Yanhuan looked at Jia Zhengting who was standing beside him, but said nothing.

Qin Feiran understood, sent out the idlers including Jia Zhengting, and looked at Liu Yanhuan leisurely.

"Today, I finally met my lover." Liu Yanhuan said suddenly.

"What?" Qin Feiran looked at him in surprise.

"I'm reading Mrs. Jia's diary." Liu Yanhuan cleared his throat, "He is so elegant, funny, and humorous. He doesn't look like a slippery prodigal from a merchant's family at all, but like an affectionate poet. When I first As soon as I saw him, my heart was already captured by him."

Qin Feiran listened intently, Liu Yanhuan's nimble eyes and the naughty corner of his eyes, caressing his cheeks gently like a feather.

At the beginning of the diary, the rhythm is relaxed and lively, which is clearly the private conversation of a young woman.But the good times didn't last long, and when we arrived in the central part, the mood suddenly became clouded.

Liu Yanhuan continued to read: "He treats me very well, but I always feel that he is looking at others through me."

"He still misses her."

"I may never be able to replace her in my whole life."

"He called her name in his sleep, but when he woke up, he acted as if nothing had happened."

Liu Yanhuan turned to a new page and said pleasantly: "Look, starting from this page, the ink is very new, it should be written recently."

"He's been staring at Chunsheng recently. It's no wonder that Chunsheng looks a bit like her."

"He was fascinated by Chunsheng, and he didn't even respond when the tea was spilled."

"My whole life is a very sad joke."

When reading this, Liu Yanhuan's face froze: "It seems that the relationship between Jia Zhengting and his wife is not as harmonious as what outsiders see."

Just at this time, Jia Zhengting's voice came from outside the door: "Both of you haven't eaten yet, the mansion has prepared a simple meal for you."

Qin Feiran pushed open the door and went out: "Boss Jia, there is a maid named Chunsheng in the house."

Jia Zhengting's face froze, and he responded immediately: "Chunsheng, there are some, she is the big maid who serves by Neizi's side, and the maid's name is named according to the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter."

"Can I call for a question?"

"Of course!" Jia Zhengting led Qin and Liu to the dining room.

The chef served up a delicate sirloin steak.

Jia Zhengting explained from the side: "Forgive me, everyone, but now there is a funeral in the mansion, and Jia's hospitality is not good, so I still look forward to Haihan."

Having just looked at the corpse, Liu Yanhuan looked at the medium-rare steak again, and couldn't eat it.Yun Sheng stared straight at it, picked up the knife and fork but put it down again.

"Why don't you eat?" Liu Yanhuan wondered.

"I...I don't know how to use this foreign thing." Yun Sheng blushed.

Liu Yanhuan chuckled, cut the steak on her plate into a square shape, and handed it to Yunsheng in a gentlemanly way: "Try it."

Yun Sheng's eyes lit up, and she stuffed the steak into her mouth.

Liu Yanhuan handed him the napkin again: "Eat slowly, don't worry."

Qin Feiran didn't touch a knife and fork from the beginning to the end, just took a drink of red wine and drank slowly, watching everything Liu Yanhuan did for Yun Sheng with cold eyes.

Perhaps it was because his gaze was too direct and enthusiastic, Liu Yanhuan finally couldn't help but said: "Mr. Huai, it's very impolite to stare at people while they are eating."

Qin Feiran smiled and looked away.

Just at this time, a woman dressed as a maid served the dessert after the meal.

A mildly sweet frozen chocolate brownie with candied citrus exudes a tantalizing aroma.

Master Jia looked at the maid and introduced, "This is Chunsheng."

The woman's face was like a full moon, and her willow eyebrows were curved, like a gentle beauty who came out of an ancient book.

Liu Yanhuan suddenly praised: "The fragrance on the girl's body is very touching, the girl is like orchid, beautiful and refined."

Chunsheng paused, and the silver spoon fell to the table, making a crisp sound.

Most of a bowl of sugar water was sprinkled.

"Hold... sorry." Chunsheng hurriedly took off the veil around his waist, trying to wipe the sugar stains on the table.

But the veil fell to the ground in a panic.

Liu Yanhuan picked up the handkerchief first, and sniffed it lightly.

"This perfume, but the girl's own?"

"Yes, it is."

Liu Yanhuan raised her head, her eyes were calm and clear: "I'm curious, how can the girl afford Guerlain's blues time?"

Chunsheng's face suddenly changed.

Yun Sheng, who was sitting next to Liu Yanhuan, asked unconsciously: "That...the blues time is expensive?"

"Equivalent to a year's food expenses for ordinary people."

All eyes were on Liu Yanhuan, and Yun Sheng was startled for a while before recovering her voice, counting with her fingers: "How much will it cost!"

"Miss Chunsheng, why don't you confess?" Every time Liu Yanhuan said a word, Chunsheng's face turned pale.