Chapter 18

To show his sincerity, Shen Zhuoran authorized Yulan’s account on the internal network one by one, right in front of her. Usually, such menial tasks would never fall to the Dean of the Scientific Research Institute, a man whose time was worth millions. He would typically consider it a favor just to condescend to delegate such things to his subordinates. The institute had staff specifically assigned to handle logistical chores. Yet, as he performed these trivial tasks—things he previously considered a waste of time—Shen Zhuoran felt a spontaneous, overflowing sense of satisfaction. The faint, sweet, and soft fragrance emanating from the beautiful female spread to the tip of his nose, lingering around him. It felt as if he were submerged in a sea of sweetness, overwhelming and filling his nasal cavity. It was a scent of happiness and pleasure.