Xia Qingqian’s skin was so smooth and tender that she didn’t need any makeup to look beautiful. Instead, putting on makeup hid her natural loveliness, so it’s better for her to stay natural — the more you look, the more charming she becos.
"Is there still ti? Should we ask the Young Master’s opinion?" Changing the makeup like this, would he be unhappy?
"He doesn’t understand these things, why ask him?" Monica genuinely wanted to knock a few tis on Xia Qingqian’s head. How could this person be so silly, needing to consult Beitang Yao for everything? Does she really have no opinions of her own?
Reading Monica’s sowhat displeased tone, she asked, "Monica, what’s wrong with you?"
"Nothing, sit still, I’ll start redoing your makeup now." The most important change was Xia Qingqian’s eye shape; her eye shape bore so resemblance to Shen Youran’s, so she had to modify it a bit.
"Alright, thank you." Xia Qingqian smiled gratefully at Monica, then closed her eyes, relaxed her body, and allowed Monica to work on her face.
Actually, she didn’t really like wearing makeup, but for such a grand event, makeup was a basic sign of respect and importance.
"Your eyes are very beautiful, a symbol of beauty, far more attractive than those clueless people! I really can’t understand that guy Beitang Yao!" Monica spoke through clenched teeth, her eyes still sparkling!
"Clueless people? Who are you talking about?" Xia Qingqian raised her eyes slightly, looking at Monica in the mirror.
Monica’s hand hesitated for a mont, then she suddenly squinted and smiled, "Nothing, Xiao Qian, no matter what you see later, don’t overthink, okay?"
Xia Qingqian nodded, sowhat understanding, and as she blinked, she caught sight of a figure that took her breath away.
Monica also sensed Xia Qingqian’s change and followed her gaze to see Beitang Yao walking over, a bit nervously watching him, she said, "What are you planning to do?"
"Of course, I’m taking her to the venue, it’s about ti." Beitang Yao checked the ti on his phone, then took Xia Qingqian’s hand: "Let’s go."
He gazed deeply at Xia Qingqian; indeed, she was naturally beautiful, whether with or without makeup, she was his lovely Qingqian.
Xia Qingqian stood up too, smiled at Monica: "Monica, I’m going ahead, thank you for being my makeup artist today, really appreciated it."
"You’re my friend, helping you is what I should do." Monica chuckled lightly and then cast a aningful glance at Beitang Yao, "Yao, Xiao Qian is a good girl."
"Good or bad isn’t for you to judge. She’s now mine, whatever happens is my business, you’d best not ddle." Beitang Yao also cast a faint glance at Monica, even appearing a bit impatient.
With that, he took Xia Qingqian’s hand and walked away. All this was happening under the eyes of Beitang Group’s employees, so were surprised while others were envious. The usual image of the icy president couldn’t possibly overlap with the scene of him holding a woman’s hand publicly.
Xia Qingqian also noticed those peculiar glances; her small hand was enveloped in Beitang Yao’s large hand, feeling the perspiration already forming in her palm.
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