He was a somewhat well-known makeup artist, and his appearance fee was never cheap. The reason he came all the way from Yancheng to accept this job was because the other party offered him a price he couldn't refuse.
But now, he regrets it...
"No, no need. We've met, let's just be friends. I have something to do, I'll be going now..."
The makeup artist felt she couldn't breathe if she stayed any longer, so she ran away as fast as she could.
However, Qin Lang pressed down on his shoulder again and gently pinched his neck.
"What's the rush? You haven't been our officiant yet."
The makeup artist felt a chill run down her spine and stammered, "S-Sir, I'm just a makeup artist. I only know how to do makeup, not how to officiate at a wedding. Please, please let me go, I promise I won't say a word."
"What do you mean? What do you mean you won't say a word? What, did you see something shameful?"
Qin Lang's gaze grew increasingly cold. Long-term torment and loneliness had made him both sensitive and dark. A casual remark from someone could trigger his sensitive side, awakening the demons within him.
Realizing she had misspoke, the makeup artist quickly denied it, saying, "No, no... I didn't see anything!"
"I can't trust you unless... you're dead."
Qin Lang suddenly tightened his grip, his eyes turning bloodshot, like a hungry, bloodthirsty demon.
The makeup artist was suddenly choked and couldn't breathe, terrified. Compared to Qin Lang, he was much smaller and shorter, no match for him at all.
Qin Lang grabbed his neck, tightening his grip until the makeup artist could barely breathe.
"Don't be afraid, it will be over soon. Aren't you in a hurry to leave? I'll take you home right away."
"No...no..." The makeup artist's face turned red from being pinched, and her hands flailed wildly in the air, accidentally tearing off Qin Lang's mask.
Qin Lang's scarred face was revealed, and it was terrifying.
"Those who have seen my true face will either die, or... die."
Upon hearing this, the makeup artist's eyes widened, reflecting Qin Lang's horribly distorted face. His breathing gradually weakened, and his hands grew increasingly limp, finally falling to their sides.
Only after the makeup artist stopped breathing did Qin Lang disgustedly release him, placing him on the ground. Then, he calmly picked up the mask from the ground, dusted it off, slowly put it on, and walked out the door.
In another room, Mu Wenya, dressed in a pure white wedding gown and with exquisite makeup, sat on the sofa. A gentle breeze blew by, causing her long hair to sway in the wind.
For a woman, marriage is the happiest and most wonderful thing. On this day, every woman is the most beautiful princess and the sole focus of attention.
She had also fantasized about her wedding, with him as the groom and her as the bride, and only a few close relatives attending. She imagined being surrounded by the blessings of family and friends, their faces beaming with joy.
Now, she really is his bride. But everything is not what she imagined.
There was no expectation, no joy, no shyness... This place was like a cold, dark cage to her, and she didn't want to escape for a single moment.
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