Qin Lang turned around. He had changed into a dark blue custom-made suit with a red bow tie pinned to his shirt collar, adding a festive touch to the day's celebration.

He hired this makeup artist at great expense on short notice; she was quite well-known in Yancheng.

Of course, the makeup artist didn't recognize Mu Wenya and Qin Lang. However, the newlywed couple did seem rather strange to him.

Despite being newlyweds, neither of them seemed happy. The surroundings were quiet, the atmosphere subdued, and no one else was present.

The bride was wearing a wedding dress and looked beautiful, but she neither spoke nor smiled. In fact, she even shed tears while they were doing her makeup. It didn't seem like she was crying tears of joy.

This was arguably the strangest couple and the strangest wedding he had ever witnessed. It was more like a funeral than a wedding... simply because the house was quite old and had no festive decorations whatsoever.

Even more bizarrely, the groom never revealed his true face from beginning to end, always wearing that gloomy black mask.

Occasionally, when you catch a glimpse of the groom's eyes, you see no joy, only emptiness, like a lifeless walking corpse.

Thinking about this, the makeup artist gasped and regretted taking the job.

"Really? Isn't my bride beautiful?" Qin Lang leaned against the window, a half-smile playing on his lips, and asked.

"Beautiful! This young lady is the most beautiful bride I've ever seen. Sir, you're truly impressed," the makeup artist replied cautiously.

He didn't know why, but looking at this person, he felt a strange fear and apprehension, as if he was afraid that he had said or done something wrong.

Qin Lang was fairly satisfied with his answer, nodded, and said, "Wenya is naturally the most beautiful woman in the world. I trust my own judgment. So, do you think Wenya and I are a good match?"

"Yes...yes...of course you're a perfect match..." The makeup artist stammered unconsciously, then, realizing that Qin Lang's expression seemed off, hurriedly added, "Sir and Miss are the most well-matched newlywed couple I've ever seen. A handsome man and a beautiful woman, they're absolutely a match made in heaven."

"You've never even seen my true face, yet you think Wenya and I are a perfect match?" For some reason, Qin Lang's voice grew colder and colder.

The makeup artist felt a chill run down her spine and unconsciously took a step back.

"Although you are wearing a mask, sir, your demeanor makes you seem like a perfect match for the young lady."

"Really? Then...would you like to see what I look like?" Qin Lang took a step forward, getting closer.

The makeup artist felt his hands and feet grow cold, and his tongue trembled slightly. He didn't know what he was afraid of, but he was just terrified.

“Sir…no need. The bride is all dressed up. Why don’t you go see her? She must be getting impatient waiting for you. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now. The rest of the time is up to you. Goodbye…”

The makeup artist turned around, ready to run away.

"No rush..." Qin Lang quickly caught up with him, grabbed his shoulder to stop him from leaving, "You forgot, the final payment hasn't been made yet."