Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

Chapter 680: Familiar Fragrance

Gu Yang affirmed, “Yes.” Noticing Ji Linbai’s subtle emphasis on “too,” he arched an eyebrow. “You caught a whiff of my perfume at my cousin’s place, didn’t you?”

At the mention of Ruan Chu, Ji Linbai’s expression softened. “Indeed. Chuchu mentioned it’s called Morning Sun. It’s quite pleasant and helped alleviate her condition significantly.”

Gu Yang didn’t evade Ji Linbai’s keen observation. “The scent is derived from the same source. I prefer employing natural, harmless methods to stimulate the senses of sight, sound, and smell for subtle therapeutic effects instead of resorting to direct medication.”

“Of course, in emergencies, medication is necessary to swiftly address the situation.”

Ji Linbai absorbed this information attentively. Having interacted with numerous experts and professors from the Chinese Psychological Association, he understood that each practitioner had their own approach to treatment.

It was uncommon for individuals like Gu Yang to possess such proficiency in diverse fields, especially for the treatment of mental illnesses.

As Ji Linbai broached the topic of Ruan Chu’s Chaoyang perfume, he wasn’t merely seeking academic discourse with Gu Yang; he harbored a long-standing suspicion.

“I heard from Chuchu that you specifically crafted that bottle of Morning Sun for her? That you only formulate perfumes for her?”

“Indeed. It’s customized to my cousin’s unique needs and works best for her. I don’t offer the same fragrance to different individuals.”

“Have you ever created perfumes with similar effects?”

“No.”

Gu Yang paused, fixing Ji Linbai with a curious gaze. “Where did you encounter a perfume akin to Chaoyang?”

Ji Linbai hesitated briefly before responding. He attempted to probe indirectly, but in the presence of a psychologist like Gu Yang, subtlety was futile.

Seeing through Ji Linbai’s thoughts, Gu Yang’s expression remained innocent as she spread her hands helplessly. “I didn’t delve into your mind. Your thoughts were just quite apparent. But it’s not a problem. Feel free to ask me anything you’re curious about.”

“Apologies for my curiosity. The first time I encountered the Morning Sun fragrance, it felt strangely familiar.”

“Familiar?” Gu Yang’s curiosity piqued. “I’ve never created a perfume similar to Morning Sun. I wonder where you might have encountered something similar.”

Noticing Ji Linbai’s hesitance, Gu Yang inquired, “Is it uncomfortable to disclose?”

“No, I can’t recall where I smelled it.”

Ji Linbai exerted effort to recollect, but the memory eluded him. Finally, he conjectured, “Perhaps I stumbled upon it by chance and found it remarkable, leaving a lasting impression.”

He closed his eyes, describing the fragrance from memory. “Though the scent is distinct, it exudes warmth, enveloping one in a comforting embrace. It’s a sensation I’ve never encountered with any other perfume.”

Unexpectedly, Gu Yang posed, “Have you experienced memory loss?”

Ji Linbai’s laughter broke the tension momentarily. “Impossible. My family has a long history of practicing medicine. The elders are all seasoned experts in the medical field. How could they let me lose my memory?”

Gu Yang discerned Ji Linbai’s sincerity.

Nodding, she ruminated, “That’s a valid point. The Ji family in the capital boasts a rich medical heritage. Even if Ji Linbai encountered memory loss, the family possesses ample expertise to aid in his recovery.”

At the very least, she resolved to inform Ji Linbai if she herself were to experience memory loss.

The absence of any recollection from Ji Linbai seemed perplexing.