October 6th, an auspicious day for weddings—the engagement banquet.

The hotel was crowded with guests. The Yu family’s heiress, “Yu Qiaoqiao,” dressed in a hand-embroidered gown,

sat in the dressing room.

Yu Qiaoqiao patted her chest, the excitement on her face impossible to hide:

“This is so great. I can already imagine the scene where we rip that scumbag a new one!”

I patted powder onto her face. “Can you try to be a bit more demure? Your grin is practically reaching your ears. You’re the leading lady today.”

Yu Qiaoqiao grabbed my hand, her expression ecstatic:

“Next time there’s a face-slapping revenge plot like this, remember to call me again.”

I laughed so hard I sounded like a crowing rooster.

Yu Qiaoqiao reached out and stroked my cheek. “You’re looking good. In love?”

Her eyes widened with gossip. “It couldn’t be Li Xun, could it?”

I shook my head with a smile.

Just as we were about to keep chatting, the dressing room door was rudely pushed open.

Lu Ting looked down at his watch and said to me impatiently, “Makeup artist, aren’t you done yet?”

Yu Qiaoqiao glared at him. “What, you can’t even wait this long?”

Lu Ting was furious but didn’t dare speak up.

After all, once the engagement banquet was over, he’d get his hands on half of the twenty-billion-yuan dowry Yu’s father had promised.

October 6th, an auspicious day for weddings—the engagement banquet.

The hotel was crowded with guests. The Yu family’s heiress, “Yu Qiaoqiao,” dressed in a hand-embroidered gown,

sat in the dressing room.

Yu Qiaoqiao patted her chest, the excitement on her face impossible to hide:

“This is so great. I can already imagine the scene where we rip that scumbag a new one!”

I patted powder onto her face. “Can you try to be a bit more demure? Your grin is practically reaching your ears. You’re the leading lady today.”

Yu Qiaoqiao grabbed my hand, her expression ecstatic:

“Next time there’s a face-slapping revenge plot like this, remember to call me again.”

I laughed so hard I sounded like a crowing rooster.

Yu Qiaoqiao reached out and stroked my cheek. “You’re looking good. In love?”

Her eyes widened with gossip. “It couldn’t be Li Xun, could it?”

I shook my head with a smile.

Just as we were about to keep chatting, the dressing room door was rudely pushed open.

Lu Ting looked down at his watch and said to me impatiently, “Makeup artist, aren’t you done yet?”

Yu Qiaoqiao glared at him. “What, you can’t even wait this long?”

Lu Ting was furious but didn’t dare speak up.

After all, once the engagement banquet was over, he’d get his hands on half of the twenty-billion-yuan dowry Yu’s father had promised.

October 6th, an auspicious day for weddings—the engagement banquet.

The hotel was packed with guests. The Yu family heiress, “Yu Qiaoqiao,” sat in the dressing room wearing a hand-embroidered gown.

Yu Qiaoqiao patted her small chest, her excitement impossible to hide:

“This is so satisfying! I can already imagine the scene of us tearing that scumbag apart later!”

I patted powder onto her face: “Can you be a little more composed? Your mouth is stretched all the way to your ears. You’re the leading lady today.”

Yu Qiaoqiao grabbed my hand, looking thrilled:

“If there’s another revenge-plot story like this next time, remember to call me.”

I laughed so hard I sounded like a crowing rooster.

Yu Qiaoqiao reached out and pinched my cheek: “You’re in a good mood? Are you in love?”

Her eyes widened with gossip: “It’s not Li Xun, is it?”

I shook my head, smiling.

Just as we were about to keep chatting, the dressing room door was rudely pushed open.

Lu Ting looked down at his watch, impatient, and barked at me: “Makeup artist, aren’t you done yet?”

Yu Qiaoqiao glared at him: “What, you can’t even wait this long?”

Lu Ting swallowed his anger, not daring to talk back.

After all, once the engagement banquet was over, half of the two-billion-yuan dowry promised by Mr. Yu would be in his hands.

October 6th, an auspicious day for weddings—the engagement banquet.

The hotel was packed with guests. The Yu family heiress, “Yu Qiaoqiao,” sat in the dressing room wearing a hand-embroidered gown.

Yu Qiaoqiao patted her small chest, her excitement impossible to hide:

“This is so satisfying! I can already imagine the scene of us tearing that scumbag apart later!”

I patted powder onto her face: “Can you be a little more composed? Your mouth is stretched all the way to your ears. You’re the leading lady today.”

Yu Qiaoqiao grabbed my hand, looking thrilled:

“If there’s another revenge-plot story like this next time, remember to call me.”

I laughed so hard I sounded like a crowing rooster.

Yu Qiaoqiao reached out and pinched my cheek: “You’re in a good mood? Are you in love?”

Her eyes widened with gossip: “It’s not Li Xun, is it?”

I shook my head, smiling.

Just as we were about to keep chatting, the dressing room door was rudely pushed open.

Lu Ting looked down at his watch, impatient, and barked at me: “Makeup artist, aren’t you done yet?”

Yu Qiaoqiao glared at him: “What, you can’t even wait this long?”

Lu Ting swallowed his anger, not daring to talk back.

After all, once the engagement banquet was over, half of the two-billion-yuan dowry promised by Mr. Yu would be in his hands.