Shen Lijun looked at Lin Wu and Miao Yajing, "What do you two think?"
Miao Yajing nodded, "Sure, I want plum blossoms."
Shen Lijun said, "Then I’ll take the daffodil."
"And you, miss?" The attendant turned to Lin Wu.
Before Lin Wu could speak, the attendant suggested, "You have such a great aura, why not go with the peony? The peony flower goddess definitely suits you."
"Sounds good." Lin Wu nodded slightly.
Once the makeup was decided, they began applying it.
Since Qiao Ran was a boy, his makeup was simple, and he finished first.
He carried a big sword, looking commanding and kept checking on Lin Wu, then Miao Yajing, and finally, Shen Lijun.
As the makeup artist worked on Lin Wu, they marveled at her skin, "Miss, what skincare products do you normally use?"
"Beauty Chant." Lin Wu did not forget to promote her own brand.
"So you also use Beauty Chant. Everyone in our shop uses it. The effects are really good, but it’s hard to get..." Speaking of Beauty Chant, the attendant opened up like floodgates, endlessly.
An hour later, both Miao Yajing and Shen Lijun had finished their makeup, and when they emerged from their makeup rooms, they were stunned by each other’s looks.
"Yajing, you look so good!"
"Lijun, you also look so good!"
The two of them, one a playful and adorable daffodil flower goddess, and the other a calm and dignified plum flower goddess, plus the fact they naturally looked good, appeared just like princesses stepping out onto the streets.
Miao Yajing handed her phone to Qiao Ran, "Quick, take a photo of me and Lijun."
"Find a good angle."
"And make sure to shoot me from a higher angle."
Qiao Ran holding the phone, "Shen Xiaojun, suck in your belly a bit, yes, just like that."
After taking the photos, the three of them realized Lin Wu hadn’t come out yet, so they inquired with the attendant.
The attendant explained, "Since the peony is the national flower, the jewelry and the clothing are a bit more complicated, so it’s slightly slower."
As they talked, the attendant glanced at their phone, then said, "Don’t worry, a few more minutes and she’ll be ready."
Miao Yajing nodded.
While waiting for Lin Wu, the three of them took photos around various set pieces in the store.
Qiao Ran, holding the big sword, "Jingjingzi, make sure you get a cool shot of me."
Miao Yajing gave him an ’ok’ hand gesture.
Shen Lijun, meanwhile, was video calling Loo Xiyue, casually showing off her makeup, "Mom, do I look pretty?"
"Very pretty, my daughter is the prettiest," Loo Xiyue continued, "The makeup skills in this shop are good and the clothes also look high-quality. Take down the address, I want to get my makeup done here next time."
"Sure, no problem."
"Yajing." Just then, Lin Wu’s voice suddenly floated in the air.
Miao Yajing looked up, and was stunned on the spot.
There stood Lin Wu, dressed in a pink Hanfu, with a graceful smile that caused her bejeweled headpiece to tremble, utterly captivating and impossible to look away from.
The peony is a symbol of regal and exquisite beauty.
Thus, both the clothing and the head ornaments were elaborately designed, making it extremely luxurious.
Anyone else wearing so many ornaments would appear vulgar, but on Lin Wu, not only was there no trace of vulgarity, but the jewels seemed to fade into the background.
Miao Yajing instantly understood why the peony was the national flower in ancient times.
"Wow, Xiao Wu, you look so good!"
Shen Lijun was also stunned.
As was Loo Xiyue via video call.
Mother and daughter both thought of the same poem.
Only the peony is the true color of the nation, captivating Capital City when it blooms.
Lin Wu perfectly embodied the meaning of this phrase.
Beautiful.
Really too beautiful.
Qiao Ran took out his phone, "Sister Lin, don’t move; I’m going to take a photo to show off in our class group."
Lin Wu was very cooperative.
As they left the makeup store, walking down the street, the passersby kept turning to stare.
"Mom, look, there are three fairies!"
"Wow, so beautiful! The peony flower goddess is absolutely stunning."
"I think the peony flower goddess would make a great Daji."
"What are these divine facial features!"
"The plum flower goddess is also amazing."
"I like the daffodil."
"..."
As more and more people began taking photos, fearing they would post them online, Lin Wu covered her face with a thin silk cloth, exposing only a pair of captivating eyes.
Unknowingly, the veil rendered her even more mysterious.
The number of people taking photos only increased.
"Brother Baicheng, I’d like to sit over there," Zheng Niannian suggested softly, clinging to Mu Baicheng’s arm.
She was now over four months pregnant.
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