A clever poem and a wonderful pairing

"Of course." Lin Wanrong smiled, handing her a piece of freshly cut soap, saying, "Don't forget to use this soap next time you wash clothes."

Xiao Yuruo's face blushed, recalling the day when she was forced to wash clothes for him after three visits, feeling a strange emotion inside.

"How is this scented soap used?" Xiao Yuruo touched the smooth soap, reluctant to put it down.

"This is for bathing—oh, I mean, for foam bathing." Lin Wanrong changed to a more elegant term, then looked up and down at Miss Xiao. "Miss, have you not bathed yet today? Perfect, take it back and try it. This soap was personally made by me, and no other man has touched it. You don't have to worry."

Miss Xiao, with a flushed face, gave him a glance and replied, "If no other man has touched it, what about you? Anyway, thank you." She took a small piece, glanced at Lin Wanrong, and said softly, "You seem tired today; rest early. Tomorrow, you need to go to the Jinling Book Society."

Lin Wanrong, pleasantly surprised, said, "Thank you for your concern, Miss. However, if this soap works well, maybe tomorrow Miss can bring it along and promote it with the perfume. I won't disappoint you; I've prepared everything."

Miss Xiao nodded and said, "I'm well aware. If this soap proves to be effective, the marketing and operating expenses will be covered by us, just like the perfume. However, the profit-sharing needs to be discussed thoroughly."

Lin Wanrong laughed heartily, "Miss, you are a shrewd person, and I am an honest person. You will be responsible for marketing this soap, and I won't shortchange you. Thirty percent of the profit will go to you."

Miss Xiao snorted, didn't respond directly, and walked out without a word, saying in a tender voice, "Rest early, and I'll try this soap after using it."

Lin Wanrong was confident this time. The soap manufacturing process was straightforward, suitable for workshop-style production. The caustic soda used was also naturally occurring, and there was no need to worry about raw material supply. This could indeed be a lucrative business.

In fact, Lin Wanrong had considered deeply about making soap. Any successful factory couldn't rely on a single product. As good as the perfume was, its supply was too dependent on the flower season. If any unexpected event occurred, having only perfume supply would be risky. Now, with the soap complementing it, even if one of them faced challenges, the other could compensate. In this gradually withering spring, soap would definitely stand out, shining alongside the perfume.

After a thorough discussion with Fubo about the soap production process, although Fubo witnessed the birth of this soap, his knowledge about the formula and procedure was limited, so there was no worry about confidentiality. Soap production was much easier than making perfume, a fact that Lin Wanrong explained briefly, and Fubo understood.

Early the next morning, Fubo prepared as per Lin Wanrong's instructions. Lin Wanrong remembered that Miss Xiao mentioned going to the Jinling Book Society today to promote perfume and soap. He arrived early at the gate, dressed warmly for the cold winter weather.

After a while, he saw Miss Xiao coming out from the inner room. Today, Xiao Yuruo wore a purple long dress, with a smile on her face and a floral charm in her eyes.

Lin Wanrong grinned, "Miss, what good news do we have today to make you so happy?"

Xiao Yuruo walked over, snorted, and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Let's set off." She got close, and there was a faint fragrance in the air. Besides the natural fragrance of a woman, there was also a subtle hint of the soap.

Lin Wanrong was delighted and asked, "Miss, did you use the soap yesterday? How did it feel?"

Xiao Yuruo blushed and whispered, "Not bad. Today, I brought some to promote along with the perfume."

The two set off together, Miss sitting in the carriage, and Lin Wanrong trying to sneak in. Miss Xiao snorted, "Lin San, I've prepared a fine horse for you. Ride the horse and follow the carriage."

Ride a horse? Lin Wanrong looked to the side and indeed saw a tall black horse standing there, breathing out hot air. The black horse, coupled with Lin Wanrong's healthy complexion, gave a feeling of unity between man and horse.

Lin Wanrong had ridden a horse before, but only in a park, with an attendant by his side. Now he was alone and facing a large horse. He hesitated, "Haven't you ridden a horse before?"

Miss Xiao, seeing his furrowed brows, got interested and watched him eat humble pie.

"I'm worried that I might fall off and be ridden by this black horse," Lin Wanrong explained.

Miss Xiao giggled, "You're quite honest. I know you're a rascal. Today, we're going to the Jinling Book Society. If you get on the carriage, my reputation will be ruined. So, take this black horse. It suits your posture."

Lin Wanrong, trying to look nonchalant, asked the stableman to guide him. The stableman, named Xiaosheng, recognized Lin Wanrong and said, "Third Brother, riding a horse is straightforward. After you get on, grip the horse with your legs, hold the reins steady, and that's it."

After a few rounds guided by Xiaosheng, Lin Wanrong got the hang of it. With some courage, he even urged the horse to a small run.

Miss Xiao, frowning, watched him closely, "You, a beginner, dare to run around? Be careful not to fall off."

Lin Wanrong, sitting on the horse, patted its mane, smiled, and said, "My friend, why are you so black? You've surpassed me. Any secrets? I exercise every day, run around, and bask in the sun to have such healthy skin."

Miss Xiao, hearing the sound of hooves, hurriedly opened the curtain and saw Lin San riding far away. She was both annoyed and angry; she hadn't learned it yet, but he was already acting so boldly. "If you fall, don't blame others," she thought. She was a bit worried, so she quickly urged the carriage man to catch up.

Lin Wanrong remembered that Miss Xiao mentioned going to the Jinling Book Society to promote perfume and soap. He came to the gate early. The weather was cold in mid-winter, and Lin Wanrong dressed thickly, avoiding becoming a frozen popsicle in the cold wind.

After a while, Miss Xiao walked out from the inner room. Today, Xiao Yuruo wore a purple long dress, with a smile on her face and a floral charm in her eyes.

Lin Wanrong grinned, "Miss, what good news do we have today to make

 you so happy?"

Xiao Yuruo walked over, snorted, and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Let's set off." She got close, and there was a faint fragrance in the air. Besides the natural fragrance of a woman, there was also a subtle hint of the soap.

Lin Wanrong was delighted and asked, "Miss, did you use the soap yesterday? How did it feel?"

Xiao Yuruo blushed and whispered, "Not bad. Today, I brought some to promote along with the perfume."

The two set off together, Miss sitting in the carriage, and Lin Wanrong trying to sneak in. Miss Xiao snorted, "Lin San, I've prepared a fine horse for you. Ride the horse and follow the carriage."

Ride a horse? Lin Wanrong looked to the side and indeed saw a tall black horse standing there, breathing out hot air. The black horse, coupled with Lin Wanrong's healthy complexion, gave a feeling of unity between man and horse.

Lin Wanrong had ridden a horse before, but only in a park, with an attendant by his side. Now he was alone and facing a large horse. He hesitated, "Haven't you ridden a horse before?"

Miss Xiao, seeing his furrowed brows, got interested and watched him eat humble pie.

"I'm worried that I might fall off and be ridden by this black horse," Lin Wanrong explained.

Miss Xiao giggled, "You're quite honest. I know you're a rascal. Today, we're going to the Jinling Book Society. If you get on the carriage, my reputation will be ruined. So, take this black horse. It suits your posture."

Lin Wanrong, trying to look nonchalant, asked the stableman to guide him. The stableman, named Xiaosheng, recognized Lin Wanrong and said, "Third Brother, riding a horse is straightforward. After you get on, grip the horse with your legs, hold the reins steady, and that's it."

After a few rounds guided by Xiaosheng, Lin Wanrong got the hang of it. With some courage, he even urged the horse to a small run.

Miss Xiao, frowning, watched him closely, "You, a beginner, dare to run around? Be careful not to fall off."

Lin Wanrong, sitting on the horse, patted its mane, smiled, and said, "My friend, why are you so black? You've surpassed me. Any secrets? I exercise every day, run around, and bask in the sun to have such healthy skin."

Miss Xiao, hearing the sound of hooves, hurriedly opened the curtain and saw Lin San riding far away. She was both annoyed and angry; she hadn't learned it yet, but he was already acting so boldly. "If you fall, don't blame others," she thought. She was a bit worried, so she quickly urged the carriage man to catch up.