The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 67: Hit the Jackpot

Either it would spray venom, or the roots would wrap around and devour nearby creatures.

Ordinary delicate flowers can hardly survive in such an environment.

Therefore, flowering plants are hardly seen on the streets.

Only noble families, using substantial resources and protective measures, would intentionally cultivate ornamental plants in their private homes.

Fortunately, Selene Kane is well-off, with enough Credit Points and permissions to apply for rare seeds and establish such a temperature and humidity-controlled greenhouse, equipped with a protective shield.

This is not only for research but also a rare soft haven in her heart.

As soon as Joni stepped into the greenhouse, she froze.

Before her was a sea of brilliant flowers.

Purple Star Orchids hung from the trellis, orange-red Fire Feather Flowers bloomed brightly in the corner.

There were also a few rare Silver Moon Orchids, their petals glowing faintly at the edges.

Her breathing unconsciously slowed, her eyes sparkling brightly.

She couldn’t help wanting to reach out to touch the nearest rose.

Her fingertips stretched out, but then suddenly stopped.

Afraid to accidentally damage these delicate flowers, she retracted her fingers, only daring to look from afar.

"So beautiful..." she murmured softly, her voice full of wonder, "I’ve never seen so many flowers... How are they surviving?"

Selene Kane stood by, speaking softly: "These are all maintained by special nutrient solutions and artificial lighting, each plant requires meticulous care."

She paused, her gaze turning to a Night Star Orchid blooming in the distance.

"With so many flowers, Hayden must particularly like them."

"Indeed, he arranged them."

Selene Kane nodded, a trace of nostalgia in her tone.

"The design plan for the whole greenhouse was hand-drawn by him. From the angle of light, to the ventilation system, to the arc of the flower stands, every detail was the result of his repeated deliberation."

Most Beastmen here lead minimalist lives.

They ordinarily only drink nutrient solution, food is standardized rations, hardly pursuing taste or beauty.

They focus on efficiency and survival.

Who would spend time caring for flowers and plants that can’t be eaten and are particularly delicate?

Only someone like Henry Sheridan, with a delicate mind and a love for art, would truly like these beautiful yet fragile existences.

Last time, Selene helped Lady Lynn mix a potion with rose scent.

As a result, when Henry Sheridan found out, he ignored her for an entire day.

Finally, she found him hiding in the small room behind the lab, secretly wiping his tears.

Joni clutched the hem of her dress, her fingers subconsciously tightening, her knuckles slightly pale.

Her expression was somewhat complex, her eyes fixed on Selene Kane, her voice dropping a few tones.

"You wouldn’t have brought me here just to see me make a fool of myself?"

She paused, her throat moved slightly, her voice a bit strained.

"Seeing me argue until flushed and neck-strained for a bottle of flower-scented potion, and then you casually give it to someone else. Now, you let me see your home’s so many flowers?"

Her eyes were slightly red, her voice beginning to tremble slightly.

"My family isn’t as wealthy as yours, can’t live in a place with a greenhouse like yours, but we’ve never begged anyone, nor have we been lower than others. Doing this... don’t you think it’s too much?"

"Our family isn’t your comparison tool, nor should we be bullied like this."

Selene Kane’s searching actions stopped, her slender fingers pausing gently at the back of the cabinet.

Then she slowly pulled out a transparent glass bottle about the size of a thumb.

The bottle was crystal clear, with slight wear marks on the edges.

She held the bottle to her eyes, carefully examining it against the light.

Inside was a liquid almost too faint to see.

It was the pure distillate left from making perfume last time.

The process is not particularly complex.

Simply using steam distillation to slowly extract the fragrance components from fresh petals.

Throughout the process, she added no other ingredients, nor did she include any fixatives or preservatives.

Thus preserving the most original, most natural scent.

The fragrance is extremely subtle, like petals lightly brushing against the nose, dewdrops in the morning.

With a sense of purity and comforting freshness.

"To be honest, I have even less than you."

Selene Kane gently placed the bottle on the table.

"You’re already eighteen, still not engaged, your family isn’t rushing you, not even the matter of reaching adulthood at fourteen has anyone mentioned to talk about. In another family, you’d have been under scrutiny long ago."

Joni was momentarily stunned, her brows furrowing slightly, a hint of astonishment crossing her eyes.

She indeed wasn’t engaged.

But it wasn’t because she didn’t want to.

It was because she always had her cousin in mind.

Even if only occasionally in touch, she always held onto that sentiment.

Moreover, she is female, naturally possessing higher spiritual power fluctuations and social charm.

In this world that values talent and potential, there’s no need to worry about not being pursued, so why rush?

Selene Kane picked up the small glass bottle again, her fingertips gently unscrewing the cap.

She slightly lowered her head, leaned towards the bottle mouth, and inhaled softly.

In that moment, the familiar scent flooded her nostrils.

Still that fresh intertwining of grass and morning mist.

"I smelled the potion you just bought."

She closed the cap again, her tone casual, yet with a few hints of certainty.

"Honestly, the scent is quite ordinary, too much of a synthetic feel, like it was diluted with a large amount of base liquid into a poor-quality product."

She paused, her gaze falling on Joni’s face.

"I suddenly remembered that there’s still this at home, thought maybe you could try it."

She said, gently handing over the bottle.

Joni, half skeptical, reached out, her fingertip touching the cool glass, hesitating for an instant before accepting it.

She unscrewed the cap, brought the bottle close to her nose, just softly inhaling.

Her eyes instantly lit up.

It was a pure and natural fragrance, not ostentatious, not intense, yet uplifting her spirits.

Even that little bit of fatigue that had weighed on her brow seemed lightly smoothed out.

"It really smells much nicer!"

"The fragrance isn’t just clear, but especially refreshing, much more so than the commercial potion I just got! How did you make this? Is it a pure distillate?"

Selene Kane silently replied in her heart: "No water added, nor filled with a bunch of random fillers."

But she only smiled slightly on the surface, the corner of her lips subtly raised, her expression composed.

"Just some small techniques, nothing special."

She paused, seemingly casually bringing up, her voice gentle.

"By the way, you mentioned earlier that the floral scent can help restore spiritual power?"

She asked casually, her tone calm.

But in reality, her palms had already slightly sweated.

If this scent can indeed affect spiritual power, even if just subtly enhance or stabilize fluctuations.

Then the future possibilities far exceed just a bottle of perfume.

If mass production were possible...

It would be truly profitable.

Joni nodded, her expression becoming a bit more serious.

She carefully tightened the bottle cap, then said in a low voice: "I also heard from others, not clear on the specific principles. There is indeed little systematic research interstellar-wise in this area, most data concentrated in pharmacology and neural stimulation fields."