The Domineering Love: The Little Wife of the Expensive CEO

Tan Yu nudged her arm and muttered, "Why is he so arrogant? Let's ignore him!"

Nie Zheng didn't think so. There was no contempt in his eyes. He seemed to just... simply not want to talk.

A taciturn personality.

To make it easier for the contestants to watch, each judge took turns to go on stage and perform a perfume-making demonstration.

Mr. Jian was the first one. This time he made the ancient famous incense: Shuangjing Chenyun.

This incense is made by beating Hui'an agarwood and cloves into small cubes, adding dried tulip petals, and then soaking the mixture in a borneol solution and then drying it in the shade.

Mr. Jian sat cross-legged at the desk, his movements skillful and experienced, and he did not seem to be at all flustered by the contestants sitting below the stage.

He finished the operation and heard Deng Jin whisper beside him: "It's too easy."

Nie Zheng, who was standing by, caught these words. She frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Mr. Jian chose to make Shuangjing Chenyun today because it is easy to operate. Given his personality, he would definitely not like this kind of performance, so he just wants it to end quickly.

To put it nicely, Deng Jin is a perfume addict. To put it bluntly, he has a very low EQ...

The next non-staff judge was invited to watch the competition and was not involved in scoring the contestants. He was very different from Mr. Jian. He chose complicated production techniques and gave the contestants a long time to appreciate them.

Deng Jin was dissatisfied again. He frowned and seemed to be talking to himself. He said in a low voice, "The clove powder of Cuiyun Longxiang is too fine, and the white hyacinth was not ground for enough time."

Tan Yu, who was standing by, was stunned for a long time after hearing what he said. He then muttered to Nie Zheng, "Is he a contestant or a judge?"

Nie Zheng did not respond, because she also realized that what Deng Jin said was right. The clove powder in this Cui Long Yun Xiang could not be so fine, and the time for grinding the white hyacinth juice was indeed too short.

He looked too carefully. This kind of viewing process requires a distance, and most people would not notice the coarseness or fineness of the lilac powder.

Nie Zheng increasingly felt that Deng Jin was no ordinary person. Not only was he 100% devoted to incense, but he also paid great attention to details, even to the point of being nitpicking.

With such a strong opponent like him, it looks like the final will be a tough battle.

An afternoon passed, and all the judges' incense-making performances were finally finished. The prepared incense was placed in a naturally ventilated place to dry. After the finals, each contestant could get a piece of incense made by the judges themselves as a souvenir.

The contestants gradually dispersed. Nie Zheng and others walked the slowest because they were sitting in the first row. Deng Jin was also next to them. None of them spoke. Deng Jin kept his head down, thinking about something, looking very deep.

When he walked into the conference hall, Deng Jin was suddenly stopped by someone.

"Sir, did you just say there was something wrong with the incense I made?"

An embarrassing scene occurred. The person who stopped Deng Jin was none other than Chu Xuan, the non-staff judge who was performing as Cuiyun Xianglong today.

Nie Zheng had some impression of this man. He had participated in an incense-making competition a few years ago and ranked among the top ten. Later, he set up his own studio and opened an incense-making room to teach ordinary people who were interested in incense. He also established a school. The school was very large and had been in the news several times.

Tan Yu muttered quietly beside him: "This guy has really sharp ears... He can even hear such a small sound."

Nie Zheng touched his arm and signaled him to stop talking.

The contestants around didn't understand what was going on, so they stopped and watched the fun from the sidelines.

Deng Jin slowly raised his head, looked at Chu Xuan for a few times, then lowered his head again and said in a light tone: "There is indeed a problem."

"What's the problem? I think you're just looking for trouble!" Chu Xuan was a little angry. He had always thought highly of himself. After he opened the school, everyone called him teacher. He had long looked down on everyone and was busy with socializing and making money. In the past few years, his incense-making skills had not improved, but had regressed a lot. However, he would not admit it. Instead, he made things difficult for Deng Jin, "I am at least your senior. Not only do you disrespect me, but you also find fault with me!"

Deng Jin didn't want to argue with him any further and turned around to leave.

"Heh, where did you come from, you young brat, to dare to comment on my fragrance? You really don't know your place. Pay attention next time! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

Deng Jin, the person involved, didn't react much, but Nie Zheng, who was standing by, was furious. This judge was clearly bullying people, relying on his own identity and social status to bully newcomers with less experience than himself. It's so shameless!

"Teacher, there is indeed something wrong with the incense you made just now." She couldn't help but speak up, "Deng Jin is right, the coarseness of the clove powder is not right, and the time for grinding the white hyacinth juice is too short."

As soon as she said this, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. All the contestants present were secretly looking at her.

According to the rules of the incense-making industry, newcomers must respect their predecessors. Every perfume maker knows that only by respecting teachers can one go far.

If you offend Chu Xuan, you may be tripped up by him in the competition, and the consequences will be serious!

"How dare a little girl stand up and question me? Do you understand fragrance?"

Chu Xuan sneered and didn't take her seriously at all.

She was stunned. She didn't expect Chu Xuan to be so outrageous. The matter of making incense could even be related to gender! "Teacher...what's wrong with female perfume makers? Do female perfume makers not understand fragrance? You are being biased."

Among the contestants, there was one from the Ningjiang Division who recognized her and quickly said to Chu Xuan, “Teacher, she is the female perfume maker from the Ningjiang Division who was swapped when making the Eli Zhangzhong incense!”

When they heard that her dish for the semi-final was Goose Pear Tent Fragrance, Chu Xuan and the other male contestants present all laughed.

Why are they laughing? Because Eli Zhangzhongxiang is a sleeping incense, and many male perfume makers have always believed that sleeping incense is something only women make, and they are very disdainful of it.

Chu Xuan also shook his head, his contemptuous look could no longer be concealed: "Women who make perfumes love to do these things in bed, which is not worthy of being in a refined place."

There was a burst of laughter all around, and the female contestants who were originally watching the fun on the sidelines were also inexplicably targeted. They dared not say anything, some left, and some even pointed the finger at Nie Zheng.

"Don't attack too broadly. She is the one who made the bed incense. What does it have to do with us?"

Nie Zheng laughed out loud. She had never been so speechless in her life. These women really didn't understand what she was saying. The male perfume makers led by Chu Xuan were clearly insulting all the female perfume makers, but they only heard the two words "sleeping incense" and tried to distance themselves from her and draw a line between themselves and her.

The more they act like this, the more they will be looked down upon by male perfume makers.

"Bedside incense is also a kind of incense. There's no need to create a chain of contempt in the incense-making circle." Tan Yu said from the side.

But his words were simply ignored.

Chu Xuan looked down at her, as if she was watching a joke. He asked, "What's your name? I really don't know how you made it to the finals? It's not because of your looks, is it?"

There was another burst of laughter all around.

Nie Zheng was about to open her mouth to refute when a cold male voice came from behind her: "Her name is Nie Zheng, and she is my fiancée."