When love runs deep, You begin to want to know everything— Every joy, every sorrow, Every unspoken wish.
Emma felt this for Gu Liang. She no longer settled for daily tenderness. She began to observe more closely, Trying to understand the quiet longings beneath his calm exterior.
She noticed that while Gu Liang managed the vast empire of First Heart Capital, The corner of his study reserved for perfumery remained untouched by dust. Sometimes, late at night, She'd wake for a drink of water And see the warm desk lamp still glowing, Gu Liang in soft loungewear, Gently handling glass vials and complex ingredients— His expression far more relaxed than during business meetings.
When his fingers brushed the bottles, His eyes lit up— The unmistakable glow of a creator immersed in what he loves.
Emma also saw him reading books and interviews by world-renowned perfumers, Lingering on passages about independent studios and creative freedom.
A thought began to take shape— Gu Liang had never truly let go of perfumery. Business gave him power and security, But scent creation was his first love, His original dream.
It had been shelved— By circumstance, By their past.
Emma's heart ached, Then steeled with resolve.
She wanted to give that dream back to him.
Once the idea took root, It grew quickly. Emma began planning in secret. Using her network and resources, She searched for the perfect location, Consulted designers, And envisioned a top-tier perfumery studio— Not a subsidiary of First Heart, But a space entirely his own. A sanctuary where he could shed all business roles And simply create.
It wasn't easy. Site selection, design, equipment sourcing— Emma oversaw every detail, Striving for perfection.
She didn't want to offer a gift. She wanted to build a vessel Capable of holding his dream.
Months later, on a sunlit weekend, Ai Nian was crawling clumsily across the padded floor, Babbling as he explored.
Emma cradled him, Turned to Gu Liang reading in the garden.
"I want to take you somewhere," she said.
Gu Liang looked up, puzzled. "Where?"
"You'll see." She smiled mysteriously, Took his hand.
The car didn't head toward the city, But to a quiet, artistic district.
They stopped in front of a sleek white building, Surrounded by greenery.
Gu Liang stared, A suspicion forming— But he didn't dare believe it.
Emma said nothing. She placed a uniquely shaped key in his palm, Then gestured for him to open the door.
His fingers trembled slightly As he turned the lock.
The door opened.
And his breath caught.
A spacious, sunlit perfumery studio. Floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the room in light. A professional ventilation system kept the air fresh.
One wall was lined with shelves— A miniature museum of rare ingredients from around the world. Another held a modern perfumery station, With precise instruments and rows of crystal-clear vials.
By the window, A cozy lounge area— Soft sofas, a small table, Even a play corner for Ai Nian, Carpeted and safe.
The air was clean, unscented— Waiting for its creator to give it soul.
Every detail spoke of deep understanding. This wasn't just a studio. It was a dream incubator. A sanctuary.
Gu Liang stepped inside slowly, His fingers brushing the cool workstation, The fragrant bottles, The playful corner.
His eyes grew wet. His chest filled with emotion— So vast it nearly spilled over.
He had dreamed of this place In countless late nights, Between business meetings.
But never imagined It would appear like this— So perfect.
Emma walked to him, Still holding their son.
Her voice was soft, like a whisper.
"Do you like it? It's yours. You can create anything here— No market, no cost. Just for you. For us."
Ai Nian waved his hands, Babbling joyfully.
Gu Liang turned to Emma. Her eyes were clear, warm, Filled with respect, support, and love.
No pity. No pride. Just pure desire to see him happy.
He opened his mouth— But words failed.
Instead, He pulled Emma and Ai Nian into a tight embrace.
Tears fell— Not from sorrow, But overwhelming joy.
"Thank you, Emma…" His voice cracked. "This is… the most precious gift I've ever received."
Emma held him close, Feeling his trembling frame, Her heart full.
She stroked his back, Whispered:
"Your dream is my dream. Whenever you want to come here, We'll come together. I'll bring Ai Nian. We'll be right beside you."
Dreaming for you— Not out of guilt, But out of love.
Because loving you Means wanting you to keep your passion, To see your eyes shine with purpose.
That afternoon, They didn't leave.
Gu Liang wandered the studio like a child with a new toy, Exploring every tool, Inhaling every scent.
Emma sat in the lounge, Holding their son, Watching him with a gentle smile.
Ai Nian crawled across the carpet, Grabbing a safe, imitation vial, Shaking it curiously.
Sunlight poured through the windows, Wrapping the three of them in a warm glow.
And in the air, A new scent began to form— One that belonged to Gu Liang, Filled with love and happiness.
Emma knew— Her love for Gu Liang had long seeped into her bones. It drove her not just to give him a home, But to help him become The fullest version of himself.
And seeing his smile, Born from fulfilled dreams, Was the greatest joy she could imagine.
Love is protection. It is presence. It is creation.
And she would spend the rest of her life
Building every beautiful dream
For him.