The two quickly made a decision and agreed to sign the employment contract that evening.

Chef Liao successfully completed his "mission," happily bid farewell to Nan Xian and Ding He, and went back to pack his luggage. Nan Xian also hurried to finish the final touches on her look.

Diao Yu, who had witnessed the entire dramatic scene, twitched her lips and clenched her fingers so tightly that she almost broke the comb.

The makeup artist carefully took the battle-damaged comb from his hands, her gossipy gaze sweeping over him and Nan Xian.

I'd always heard that He Mingxiao and Yu Lin had ambiguous relationships with Nan Xian, and I thought it was just her making a fuss. I never expected it to be true! And it seems Yu Lin was the one who took the initiative, while Nan Xian was trying to avoid him! Today was my first day filling in for the sick Lin Jiaojiao to do Nan Xian's hair, and I've already stumbled upon such a juicy piece of gossip. I definitely have to share it with my friends after get off work... No, if I sell this inside information to the paparazzi, wouldn't I be able to make a fortune?

The makeup artist was deep in thought when he was suddenly caught off guard and met a cold gaze in the mirror. "Yu Lin" had appeared behind him at some point and was staring at him intently.

He was startled and almost dropped the comb on the ground. He quickly regained his composure and focused on continuing his work.

After the styling was finished, Nan Xian and the others went out to prepare for the recording, leaving him alone in the room. The makeup artist finally breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself:

"That really startled me. I didn't expect that kid Yu Lin, at such a young age, would have such a menacing gaze, like he could read my mind. Ugh, ugh, ugh, how could that be? I don't believe in any of that supernatural stuff..."

He shook his head with amusement, bent down to pack his things, and didn't notice a shadow slowly rising behind him.

In what seemed like an instant, a chill filled the entire lounge. The makeup artist belatedly realized something was wrong and tried to get up—

A paw landed on his shoulder.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw it and suddenly looked up, only to find his body stiff and unable to move.

Before him stood a makeup mirror, and to his astonishment, he saw a giant white fox, even taller and more robust than himself, standing behind him. The fox's blood-red eyes were fixed on him, and its gaping maw held a strange, ambiguous smile.

A sudden "boom" went through his mind, his face turned deathly pale, he was so frightened that his soul almost left his body, his scream stuck in his throat, and he trembled like a leaf.

Upon seeing this, the white fox's eyes flashed with disdain, and it spoke in human language.

"Forget everything you just saw."

With each word uttered, the surrounding air distorted as if scorched by flames, growing increasingly violent. The white fox's face also became ferocious and terrifying, resembling a savage beast from ancient mythology, opening its scarlet maw to bite off the human's head.

The makeup artist's mind was filled with all sorts of bloody images, and he was so scared that his whole body went limp. However, his body was frozen in place, and he couldn't make a sound. He could only watch the horrifying scene in front of him, wishing he could just faint on the spot.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his mind suddenly become a chaotic mess, as if it had turned into a clump of paste being constantly stirred. Then, a hand reached out from somewhere and pulled something out of this clump of paste.

He felt a sudden pain, and his vision cleared instantly. He slowly came to his senses and realized that he was standing blankly in front of the mirror.

He blinked, then touched his head, looking bewildered.

"Ouch, how did I get here? Ouch—that hurts, did I bump into something?"