The person in the mirror has deep-set eyes and brows, more defined than before, and the eyes are made up to be sharper and more sinister.
The facial contours were perfectly sculpted.
It was as if she had performed an extremely successful cosmetic surgery for him, or created a work of art that could amaze the world, in just three hours.
"Could this be the legendary art of face painting?"
Su Ziheng had also heard of the incredibly lifelike art of portraiture.
When William from the Artists Alliance was challenged by someone called Half-Face Makeup, he was fortunate enough to watch the online live-streamed competition.
Song Anran looked down as she organized the tools in the box, and smiled: "There are only a few people in the world who know how to do makeup. How could I know this? I just learned how to do makeup by studying beauty bloggers online."
After Song Anran's explanation, he no longer had any doubts.
"You seem to be obsessed with Shen Jinmo to the point of madness, actually managing to perfectly replicate his face on mine."
"That's because you look a bit like him," Song Anran said honestly; otherwise, she wouldn't have given him a second glance.
"Heh, is Miss Song praising me or trying to annoy me? I don't think being like a person is anything to be happy about." Su Ziheng was no less so.
After Song Anran finished tidying up, she sat quietly on the bed and patted the edge of the bed: "If you find this hard to accept, you don't have to accept my reward later."
"What do you mean?" Su Ziheng frowned, pretending not to understand.
Song Anran beckoned to him with her finger, "Didn't you want me? Tonight, I'll give myself to you."
This straightforward and blatant invitation left Su Ziheng feeling flattered and overwhelmed.
He slowly walked towards her.
I think I understand her purpose tonight.
She wanted to find a man to be her substitute.
Therefore, he became her prey, her target.
Su Ziheng, who had been a master of romance for many years, never expected to be preyed upon by a woman.
Interesting, very interesting.
Any proud man would naturally find it hard to swallow this insult.
But he's different; he'd rather have this free lunch than let it slip into his mouth.
He hooked his arm around her slender waist and pressed her down onto the soft bed.
Su Ziheng tried to kiss her lips.
Song Anran looked at the face of "Chen Jinmo" in front of her.
She had fantasized countless times about what it would feel like to kiss Shen Jinmo.
pity.
She never got what she wanted.
The moment the man's lips touched hers, she resisted and pulled away: "Don't kiss me."
Su Ziheng grabbed her hand and took the lead forcefully.
He could tell she was very inexperienced and knew nothing.
"I am now the face of the man you love most. When he kisses you, it is he who kisses you. What do you have to resist?"
Song Anran suddenly understood.
What is she still holding on to?
All my pride is meaningless for a man I can never have.
Song Anran climbed onto the man's neck and responded to him.
The main lights in the room were turned off, leaving only a dim wall lamp.
This allows Su Ziheng to use the "Chen Jinmo" face to confuse her rationality at any time.
Even as she continued to sink deeper into depravity, she never regretted her decision halfway through.
Half an hour later.
Song Anran opened the bedside table drawer and handed a box to Su Ziheng.
"I could never have your child."
Su Ziheng sensibly accepted it, saying, "I understand."
Finally, Su Ziheng asked her cautiously one last time, "Are you sure? Do you still have a chance to back out?"
Song Anran reached out and gently stroked "Chen Jinmo's" face, a hot tear rolling down her cheek.
"What is there to regret?"
Su Ziheng is nothing more than a pawn in her next plan.
Between them, each got what they needed.
The night was long, as if stars were falling.
The next day at noon.
When Su Ziheng woke up, Song Anran had already left.
He turned around, hugged the pillow she had slept on last night, and sniffed it. The scent of her hair still lingered on it, fresh and pleasant.
This woman, as proud as a peacock, is finally hers.
She got up and went to the bathroom to remove the other man's face from her face.
Su Ziheng personally called Shen Jinmo.
"President Shen, I might be getting married this year and need to order a ring from your Shen Group. Could you expedite it for me?" Su Ziheng asked with a boastful tone after making the call.
If Shen Jinmo knew that he had cheated on him, he would be furious.
“You should contact the jewelry designer. I don’t have time to take on this business for you.” Shen Jingmo and Su Ziheng weren’t close.
Su Ziheng was also Qi Mingli's business rival, and he didn't like dealing with him.
"Mr. Shen, aren't you curious about who my future wife will be?"
"Not curious, not interested." Shen Jinmo quickly hung up the phone.
After that day, Su Ziheng frequently asked Song Anran out.
Whether it's their own private villa, their own luxury apartment, or a hotel suite.
He wanted to see her anytime, anywhere.
The two of them didn't have much to talk about when they met, and spent most of their time in bed.
Song Anran simply thought he was skilled and could satisfy a woman's desires.
But later, Su Ziheng suggested whether he should impersonate Shen Jinmo's face.
Song Anran never agreed again.
Before we knew it, it was the end of January, and the Lunar New Year was approaching. A heavy snow fell in Yunzhou.
Su Ziheng retrieved the ring he had made for Song Anran.
They planned to take Song Anran back to the Su family's old house for dinner and introduce her to their parents.
In the past, women would always beg him to take them home to meet his parents, but he never agreed.
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