8 The Magical Space in the Box

"President Jiang, what should we do? After we call the police, let's continue to look for spices."

The driver sensed that the woman was still breathing. When he found out that she was still alive, he felt relaxed.

He had followed Jiang Shaomin for many years and knew that President Jiang was obsessed with perfume. He would definitely insist for them to continue looking for spices.

However, Jiang Shaomin shook his head. He took off his branded coat and wrapped it around the woman. He looked at her with pity. He then carried her into the car and gave orders.

"Go home."

"Ah? But the spices..."

Jiang Shaomin did not say anything else. The driver hurriedly got into the car and started the engine.

Jiang Shaomin frowned as he held the cold body in his arms. He brushed away her wet black hair and saw the wounds on her face. He actually felt a little hurt when he saw her in such a state. 

Who would be so cruel and vicious to attack such a gentle and polite person like her? They wanted to destroy her appearance and even wanted to kill her.

If he did not meet her, her lively and talented life would have ended.

He had a premonition that it would be his loss. It would also be the perfume industry's loss!

In front of Jiang Shaomin's private villa, a row of professional servants dressed in uniforms stared at their master in shock. They rushed into the room nervously, with a wet woman in their arms.

"Get all the best doctors here. If you're a second late, pack your bags and get out of here!"

After just one order, the entire villa was in chaos.

The most professional doctors rushed in one after another to give the most precise diagnosis and the most meticulous dressing to the woman lying on the luxurious bed.

When Bailu woke up, she had gotten her life back. She was safe once again. 

However, the wounds all over her body and her loss of smell still made her feel dejected.

A servant approached her and explained that it was Jiang Shaomin who had saved her.

Bailu felt a faint joy in her heart. The two of them were indeed fated.

However, how could she repay him at that moment? Without her sense of smell, her time in the fragrance industry would only come to an end.

President Jiang would no longer need her, and he would no longer be amazed by her works. She had already lost the qualification to receive his approval.

Just as she was immersed in her sadness, she felt a hard box in her hand. When she looked at it, her hair stood up.

Wasn't this the strange box that she saw at the bottom of the river? She thought that it was just an illusion, but why was it with her? How could she see it again?

The box was only the size of a palm. It was very small and was black in color. It was simple yet elegant. There was a small golden button on it. It had no keyhole or mechanism. It seemed to be a strange box that could not be opened at all.

She tried all kinds of methods but to no avail. Instead, she cut her hand by accident.

When her blood dripped on the golden button, it disappeared instantly.

A miracle then happened.

Just like when she was underwater, a golden light shone. A hole slowly opened in the box, and a strong suction force sucked Bailu in.

Her heart was beating wildly. It seemed to have some connection with the box. In other words, the box had recognized its owner.

Bailu was in a world that seemed like paradise!

The sky was clean and it was breezy. A vast expanse of land stretched out as far as the eye could see.

Bailu casually touched the plant beside her. The white and soft petals were full and long. It was actually royal jasmine. Such a high-quality plant should have come from Spain.

Could it be that this treasure box had sent her to faraway Spain?

She curiously touched the trunk of a tree growing on another piece of land.

It was a fragrant oil tree. Forty percent of high-quality perfumes would use this particular tree's fragrance oil because it had a fresh and pleasant smell.

However, this particular tree was from Southeast Asia.

So, where exactly was she?

The space in the box did not seem to belong to any specific part of the world. Yet, how could these plants grow in such a strange climate?

Could it be that the climate inside could be adjusted?

It was as if the box wanted to prove her idea. Suddenly, half of the weather became hot, and the other half was wet and cool. It was as if they were simulating the growth environment of different regions.

Bailu had never seen such a strange thing before. She was stunned.