Ma Zhelan was disfigured; her face was instantly covered with a large number of pimples, which stubbornly took root on her skin. Even the most beautiful woman with the best figure would find it hard to bear seeing a face full of pimples.
She visited various hospitals and beauty salons more than a dozen times, drank all sorts of bitter medicines and tried all sorts of strange folk remedies, but the pimples on her face remained stubbornly persistent. One can imagine the mental breakdown that Ma Zelan experienced.
For a woman, especially one who takes pride in her appearance and uses her pretty face to seduce other men and obtain a wealthy life, losing her face is more serious than losing her life.
Sometimes death is not the greatest punishment; it takes away what he cherishes, but leaves him forever with an ugly face.
She can no longer easily seduce men, nor can she get everything she wants by simply snapping her fingers and giggling. She may even live under the strange gaze of others.
Anyone who has ever encountered a Gu Master knows that they are among the most dangerous people to deal with. They are ruthless and leave no trace; you won't even know when you've been poisoned, and their methods are extremely difficult to break. Even if someone is found who can break the Gu Master's poison, very few are willing to do so, because once the Gu Master's poison is neutralized, it will lead to a fight to the death.
It's clearly unwise to offend a formidable enemy for a little money; after all, nobody's a fool.
Wuyou never abused Gu poison, at most using it on herself and her son to protect themselves. But Ma Zelan was blind and provoked them. She was not a pushover and would not sit idly by.
Two weeks later, the rescuer received an unexpected guest. The person was dressed in long black clothes, covering his entire body, wearing a mask and sunglasses, completely wrapped up like a rice dumpling.
"It was you, wasn't it?" Ma Zelan wasn't stupid. After thinking it over, he noticed something amiss in the challenge. In fact, if he hadn't been so eager for revenge, he would have realized how terrifying Wuyou was. The ability to make a woman lose weight and become beautiful so quickly, and to change someone's mind, clearly indicated that Wuyou was a ruthless character. Yet, he had recklessly charged headlong into her.
The pimples on his face looked really strange, and no amount of medicine helped. Someone must have been doing something to them. The woman in front of him was the perfect target.
"What are you saying, sir? I don't understand." Wuyou rested her chin on her hand, her tone languid, her bright face full of confusion.
"It must be you! You're the one who tampered with my face! I'm warning you, you'd better fix my face right now, or I'll make you regret it!" Ma Zelan pulled down her mask, revealing a face full of acne, her expression one of utter despair and resentment.
"You want to make me look bad?" Wuyou sneered. Was this woman out of her mind? How dare she come up to him and yell at him? She really didn't know what was good for her.
"Let me tell you, my sister is Ma Wenzhu, and my brother-in-law is from the Tian family. You won't have a good ending if you offend me. If you help me heal my face and make me more beautiful, I might consider letting you go. Otherwise, hmph..." Ma Zelan's tone was cold, and his face full of red pimples and acne scars was truly unsightly.
Ma Wenzhu? Upon hearing this name, Wuyou instinctively sat up straight. This was an old nemesis. But Ma Wenzhu was, after all, a daughter of a wealthy family; how could his sister possibly stoop to being someone's mistress?
“Ma Wenzhu is indeed remarkable, being the daughter of the Ma family, but how could her sister possibly be like you, seducing other people’s husbands and eagerly becoming their mistress?” Wuyou shook her head.
Hearing this, Ma Zhelan felt guilty. He and Ma Wenzhu were distant cousins who had long since separated from their families. When they occasionally met, they were just nodding acquaintances and didn't really have that much influence.
"Who was his mistress? Don't you dare slander me." Ma Zelan retorted, her neck stiff, her face full of self-righteousness, but inside she was incredibly guilty.
"..." Wuyou's eyes flickered. There was no reason not to refuse something that was offered to her. It was better to plant a seed of trouble beforehand.
No one knew about the little incident that happened at "Relief Time". After that, life was leisurely. Thanks to Zhang Yunxin's enthusiastic promotion, many wealthy people would go to "Relief Time" to solve their troubles, and it gradually made a name for itself in high society circles.
Shi Yunshen recovered very well. What looked like a serious injury was actually just a simple abrasion. With the Life-Supporting Gu protecting him from disaster, he was naturally safe and sound. After resting for three to five days, he returned to school to continue his classes.
Wuyou still lazily waits for customers to arrive at the shop every day, picking up and dropping off her children on time. The days are lazy and boring, but she feels a little empty inside, as if something is missing.
When Liang Baichuan returned to the shop looking all respectable and stood at the door smiling at him, that tiny bit of emptiness seemed to be instantly filled.
"Wuyou, I'm back." Liang Baichuan stood in the doorway against the light, his suit and tie making him appear even more handsome. A soft, golden light shone around him, making his features, shrouded in darkness, appear even more profound and mysterious. He opened his arms, wanting a warm embrace from Wuyou, but instead received only a simple "Oh" in return.
"It's okay, let me hug you." Liang Baichuan's smile remained unchanged. He took two steps forward and hugged Wuyou's body, his voice warm with a hint of coquetry.
Wuyou froze, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly, looking somewhat lost.
"Little Darling, get out of class is over. Go pick her up." Wuyou pushed the other person away, her ears turning slightly red, though she didn't know why she felt that way.
"Yes, sir." Liang Baichuan gave a military salute, his handsome face full of a doting smile, which made Wuyou feel slightly uncomfortable.
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