The Domineering Love: The Little Wife of the Expensive CEO

"Aunt Zhou, you barged into my company without any reason, insulted my employees, delayed their work, and even made things difficult for my girlfriend." Chong Jianzhi's eyes were already showing a hint of anger. He paused for a moment and then said, "Are you trying to make things difficult for me?"

His words were so intimidating that Lou Fan's mother felt a little scared: "Jianzhi, what you said is not right... I just--"

"Just what? Regarding Lou Fan's emotional problems, I think you should talk to him first, and there is no need to blindly cause trouble for Bai Chaochao. There are some things you may not know, and he doesn't like to tell you, so let me tell you. Lou Fan has been pursuing Bai Chaochao for a long time, but she has never agreed. If she wanted your money, she would have already made it a fait accompli and would not have given you this opportunity. And the debt left by her father was also pursued by Lou Fan to help her pay it back, and he couldn't drive her away. You don't know these things, right?"

It feels so good. It feels so good!

Normally, Chong Jianzhi was very frugal with words, so she thought he wouldn't be so rude. But today, she was amazed to see him act like he was going to piss off Lou Fan's mother to death.

"It's getting late. I'll take you downstairs." Chong Jianzhi ordered him to leave. "Or... do you want me to call Lou Fan and ask him to pick you up?"

"No need!"

Lou Fan's mother was frustrated, her face turned red, she was furious, but she didn't dare to say anything, it was really funny.

The employees around pricked up their ears, wishing they could record this exciting confrontation. After all, it was not often that one saw a big boss protecting his wife like this.

Looking at the figure of Lou Fan's mother going away, Nie Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. She turned around to look at Chong Jianzhi's stern profile, secretly tugged at his suit sleeve, and whispered, "I thought you would speak for Lou Fan's mother and not for me."

Chong Jianzhi turned around, a surge of emotions in his chest: "No matter what the situation, I will stand by you."

Everyone could see his blatant preference for her. He raised his hand and gently scratched the tip of her nose. The action was somewhat doting, which was very inconsistent with the image of the cold and serious CEO who was dressed in a serious manner today.

Her face turned red immediately, and she turned around to look at the employees who were busy with their own things, and glared at him in reproach. Her eyes had no killing power, but rather sounded like she was acting coquettishly.

The preliminary examination content of the incense making competition has been announced. It is the most common and basic agarwood incense making.

Incense sticks have appeared as early as the Song and Ming dynasties. Because of their long burning time, they are also called "immortal incense" or "longevity incense". Among them, agarwood incense sticks are made of nanmu bark powder and agarwood powder. Nanmu bark powder acts as a binder, and it is a plant fiber and is also flammable. Due to the different origins of agarwood powder, each type of incense has its own unique fragrance and efficacy.

Relatively speaking, the production of agarwood incense sticks is more complicated, and the quality of agarwood incense sticks made from agarwood powder is superior. It is the most basic incense making process and it best reflects the highest skills of incense making.

In order to prepare for the competition, Nie Zheng asked Tan Yu to get a bunch of top-quality Ambon agarwood, and she practiced every minute.

The production of incense sticks requires extremely high levels of detail. Good incense sticks must be uniform in thickness, flat, with no gaps between the sticks, and straight.

Moreover, the competition will also consider the perfumer's grasp of craftsmanship and formula. The most important thing is to smell the fragrance. The fragrance of the incense stick should not be too strong or too light. The perfumer's grasp of the amount of spices is also very important...

Although Chong Jianzhi is not good at making incense, he is a natural judge. He is extremely sensitive to smells and has a strong appreciation for fragrances.

During the preparation days before the preliminary round, Nie Zheng stayed at home making incense except for work. Chong Jianzhi specially prepared an incense-making room for her in their apartment, which contained the incense-making tools she was used to using.

She had been immersed in the perfume making business for the past few days and didn't want to come out. She even had to be called several times by Wang Ma for meals.

In order to support her work, Chong Jianzhi would accompany her to make incense in the incense-making room when he was not busy with work.

Chong Jianzhi had never learned the entire process of incense making, but he almost learned it just by watching.

"Brother, smell it. Is the fragrance different this time?" Nie Zheng lit the incense and looked at her brother expectantly. "I think it's especially good this time."

Chong Jianzhi closed his eyes and carefully sniffed the smoke that was wafting in. The fragrance was mellow, without any irritation. It smelled soothing and relaxing, and was the best quality incense sticks.

Then, he picked up the fallen ash again. Although it had just been burned, it didn't feel hot at all.

"Well done." He opened his eyes, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes, "I had the honor of visiting the home of Mr. Feng, the 'Master of Incense', before. The agarwood incense sticks he made were one in a million. What you made this time is somewhat similar to what he made back then."

Mr. Feng mentioned by Chong Jianzhi is the chief judge of this incense making competition. He has been learning incense making for more than sixty years. Even Mr. Chen, who has already stood at the pinnacle of the incense making industry, can only be regarded as a junior in front of him.

"Brother...if others hear you saying this, they will probably cyberbully me." She shook her head and said, "I don't dare to compare myself with Mr. Feng."

Chong Jianzhi said seriously: "I want to praise you, you have done very well."

He stretched himself and saw that the clock on the wall had already pointed to twelve. He didn't expect that the two of them had stayed in the incense-making room for nearly four hours.

“Competition is important, but you also need to balance work and rest and not get too exhausted.”

Nie Zheng nodded in agreement. Just when Chong Jianzhi thought she could finally stop and rest, she picked up another piece of old agarwood and said to him, "Brother, stay with me for a while longer. I'll make you a cup of agarwood tea! It's more effective than coffee for refreshing your mind! When I come back, help me smell a new fragrance formula that I've developed in the company these days. I always feel like something is missing, but I can't tell what's wrong..."

She walked out of the incense-making room with the agarwood in her hand, still muttering the recipe for agarwood tea to herself: "Agarwood, white wood, licorice..."

Looking at Nie Zheng's receding back, Chong Jianzhi felt helpless.

Ever since Nie Zheng started preparing for the competition, he has almost become a professional dog nose, helping her smell the fragrance every day. If he smells well, the eldest lady will reward him with a cup of agarwood tea. It is said that it can help sleep, warm the stomach, and replenish qi and essence...

Replenishing Qi and Essence… He was now full of anger and had no way to vent it. His Qi and Essence were replenished, but he had no where to vent it and could only hold it in.

When has President Chongda ever suffered such injustice?

This cannot go on any longer. Even a donkey pulling a millstone needs to take a break. What's more, he is her boss and he has the final say over her work.

When she comes back, I must tell her righteously that the working hours are over and now it should be their own time...

"Brother, why are you always looking at me?"

President Chongda, with a look of resentment on his face, hesitated for several times and made countless plans in his mind, but still could not say the four words "No work allowed" to her.

In her mind, the image of him has always been that of a serious, work-oriented, elite CEO who is not limited to petty love affairs. If she knew that his mind is now filled with thoughts of being intimate and cuddly with her... wouldn't his image collapse?

"elder brother?"

She moved closer, blinked her big innocent eyes twice, tilted her head, and her eyes were full of confusion.