Miao Tianxiang covered her mouth and giggled, narcissistically stroking her increasingly smooth skin, looking extremely pleased.

"This is all thanks to you, Qingqing! How long until the next batch of Ice Skin Snow Cream is ready? My friends are all asking us to!"

Miao Tianxiang invited Ye Qingqing over for afternoon tea today, mainly for the Ice Skin Snow Cream. Ye Qingqing had given her ten bottles before, which she then gave to ten of her most important friends, who were either royal princesses or wives of wealthy businessmen. Ten bottles were simply not enough.

Those friends were initially skeptical, but after only a few days, they called to urge me to use it.

"There's no use rushing me. I can only guarantee the current speed. I made ten more bottles this time and brought them all to you." Ye Qingqing took out ten pure white porcelain bottles from her bag, each bottle decorated with a four-leaf clover.

This is a porcelain vase she specially commissioned. The four-leaf clover is her logo, which she designed herself. After all, her products are already circulating internationally, so she has to maintain a certain level of sophistication.

Miao Tianxiang thought it was too little; even a hundred bottles wouldn't be enough for her to share.

"Can your Ice Skin Snow Cream be mass-produced? I'll fund it, and your man can manage it."

Ye Qingqing shook her head. "The one I give you must be prepared by me personally. The process is very complicated, and you can't make a mistake even if you do one step wrong. Otherwise, the effect will be greatly reduced. It's impossible to mass-produce it. However, the ordinary formula is fine. As long as Lu Mo's relevant departments approve it, it can be put into production."

"How effective is the regular formula?" Miao Tianxiang asked.

"It's definitely better than regular moisturizer, but it's nowhere near as good as my handmade one," Ye Qingqing said honestly.

Actually, the only difference between the regular and special versions is the ratio of spirit dew; everything else is the same. But Miao Tianxiang must never know this.

Miao Tianxiang sighed regretfully, "Fifty bottles won't quench your thirst!"

"Things are valued for their rarity, right? If there's too much of a dragon liver and phoenix brain, they're worthless," Ye Qingqing joked.

Miao Tianxiang's expression shifted slightly, and she smiled, "This little girl is quite insightful!"

She's the one who's attached to appearances.

Fifty bottles might not seem like enough, but they could be. If she could make full use of them, these fifty bottles of Ice Skin Snow Cream could be incredibly useful, bringing her far more than just a small amount of money!

Miao Tianxiang ate one cookie and then stopped, watching Ye Qingqing eat with longing. "When I was your age, I never knew how to watch what I ate. I loved fatty meat and could eat several pieces in one meal. I ate chocolate like crazy and still had a great figure. Now I don't dare to eat any of it. Sigh!"

Time waits for no one!

Although she looks young, her bodily functions are already aging. Metabolism doesn't lie; it constantly reminds her that she's getting old.

Ye Qingqing was biting into a cookie when she mumbled, "Once I develop a weight-loss drug, you can eat more."

"Okay, I'll wait."

Miao Tianxiang turned her head and instructed, "Have the kitchen bake more cookies and egg tarts too, so Qingqing can pack them up and take them away later."

Miao Tianxiong responded and went to make a phone call.

Ye Xunmei walked in, looking somewhat tired, but still very elegant. He paused when he saw Ye Qingqing, his expression becoming hesitant.

He had just returned from the hospital when Ye Susu woke up, acting like a madwoman, threatening suicide.

Ye Qingqing glanced at him, but didn't say anything, silently munching on her cookie.

Ye Xunmei sat down and stared at Ye Qingqing for a long time before finally unable to hold back and asking, "Can...can you change Susu's face back?"