She was amazed by her own beauty! While looking at herself in the mirror from all angles, she glanced at Shen Mingzhu casually, "Is this the light salt you mentioned just now?"

"Yes, Miss Zhuang."

Shen Mingzhu briefly explained the differences between the light-faced and dark-faced types to Zhuang Xueqi and a few other young sisters.

It turns out it’s light color, not light salt.

Zhuang Xueqi pondered in her heart, while Wei Shanshan and others took out small mirrors, comparing them with what Shen Mingzhu said, and discussing with each other whether their looks belonged to the light-faced or dark-faced type.

Zhuang Xueqi had admired the makeup on her face enough, and looked Shen Mingzhu up and down with her fox-like eyes, with no disguising doubt on her face, "Who taught you this?"

How could a rural woman know more than her? There must be something strange about it.

"My husband used to be a sailor. He traveled all over the country. Every time he went to a place, he liked to learn about the local customs and culture, and then came back to tell me. It was from him that I learned about the light and dark makeup styles. As for the makeup techniques, I just tinkered with them myself. I am a housewife. Besides tinkering with food, I like to dress up. If you don't have good looks, you can make up for it with makeup. Miss Zhuang, you have a good foundation. Just a few light strokes will make you beautiful."

Zhuang Xueqi felt very comfortable with Shen Mingzhu's flattery, and her dissatisfaction with Shen Mingzhu completely disappeared.

Afterwards, Shen Mingzhu also gave Wei Shanshan a few makeup looks, each with a unique look.

Although she was not a beauty blogger in her previous life, she is well aware of the popular makeup looks nowadays because of the need to appear on camera.

Just put on some simple everyday makeup and it will be easy to do.

By the time the last bit of makeup was done, Shen Mingzhu's arms were so sore that she could hardly lift them.

Fortunately, the group of young ladies were very satisfied and each of them took several boxes of snacks away.

When it came time to check out, Zhuang Xueqi paid the bill, which totaled just over two hundred yuan.

—You know Ouliya, right? She is now my tutor and nanny. I came to see you today because of her instigation.

After seeing off Ou Xueqi and her group, Shen Mingzhu sat on a chair in the rest area, rubbing her sore arms and thinking about what Zhuang Xueqi said before she left.

She and Ouliya haven't seen each other for more than half a year. She didn't expect that the other party still held a grudge against the previous friction and was doing these little tricks behind her back.

…

After leaving Mingzhu Food House, Zhuang Xueqi said goodbye to her sisters and turned to go to the Ning family.

She and Ning Yuan had no feelings for each other, and they still lived separately after their engagement, but she would go to Ning's house for dinner every weekend.

Today happens to be Saturday.

It was still early when they arrived at the Ning's house. Zhuang Xueqi went to her usual room as if she was familiar with the place and prepared to change into loose and casual home clothes.

While looking for clothes, she thought of Shen Mingzhu's suggestion and picked out a white woolen skirt.

A short top with lantern sleeves, paired with a flared skirt, and white furry slippers on her feet.

After changing clothes and going to the living room of the main building, I found Ning Yuan was also at home, playing with a ball with his golden retriever.

Ning Yuan threw it out, and the golden retriever brought it back, and the man and the dog had a lot of fun.

Until Zhuang Xueqi appeared——

"Fuck!?"

Ning Yuan stared at Zhuang Xueqi as if he had seen a ghost. The ball in his hand slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground, rolling away.

The golden retriever didn't even try to pick it up. Just like its owner, it stared at Zhuang Xueqi in a daze, swinging its big tail wildly from side to side.

"What are you looking at? Don't you recognize me?"

"Tsk, who wants to see you? You're like a female ghost. You almost scared me to death."

Ning Yuan sneered rudely, but when Zhuang Xueqi squatted down to stroke the golden retriever, he couldn't help but look at her secretly.

Her long, straight black hair was draped softly behind her head, and the high collar of her sweater made her face look bigger, making her look pure and innocent.

The key point is that Zhuang Xueqi didn’t wear any makeup today.

No, it seems like it has melted, but it also seems like it hasn’t.

Anyway, it's inexplicably more pleasing to the eye than usual.

Ning Yuan was thinking to himself when he suddenly met Zhuang Xueqi's gaze and hurriedly dodged.

Damn it, what’s going on? Has he been keeping himself clean for too long and now he finds Zhuang Xueqi, this tigress, so pretty?

However, Ning Yuan soon realized that this was not his illusion.

"Qiqi, you look very beautiful today. Your makeup is also good. It suits you very well."

Although this was the truth, Ning Yuan was habitually rude, "Not at all pretty, Mom, stop praising me so much, or someone will be so proud of me."

Zhuang Xueqi was not angry either, and she held Yan Jing's arm affectionately, "It was Shen Mingzhu who did my makeup today."

Ning Yuan deliberately said: "No wonder, her taste is indeed better than yours."

Zhuang Xueqi smiled, "Aren't you curious about why I went to find Shen Mingzhu?"

Ning Yuan had a bad feeling, "Did you go to cause trouble for her?"

"Do you think I should bother her?"

"Are you sick? How did I provoke you?"

"That's a question for you. Didn't you go there in person when her new store opened a few days ago? You even introduced her to buyers. I'm not a stingy woman, but someone has brought a complaint to me. If I don't take any action, outsiders will think I'm easy to bully, right, Aunt Jing?"

Yan Jing nodded calmly, "Qiqi can do whatever she wants, don't worry about him."

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With Yan Jing's support, Zhuang Xueqi became more arrogant, but Ning Yuan was very angry.

If Shen Mingzhu suffered a loss at the hands of Zhuang Xueqi, his uncle would definitely not let him go.

"Zhuang Xueqi, can you please control your temper? I only asked Shen Mingzhu to order some snacks for Grandpa."

Zhuang Xueqi was stunned, "You're going to Hong Kong City?"

"You take care of me."

Yan Jing rolled her eyes at her son, then turned to Zhuang Xueqi and said in a friendly manner, "The old man will have a birthday at the end of the month. Come with us to celebrate."

Zhuang Xueqi happily agreed.

Ning Yuan secretly cursed him as a follower.

…

At dinner in the evening, Zhuang Xueqi deliberately sat opposite Ning Yuan.

As a woman, she did not miss the look of surprise on Ning Yuan's face when he saw her for the first time.

Ning Yuan can see Zhuang Xueqi every time he picks up some food.

To be honest, Zhuang Xueqi looked pretty today, but when he thought of Zhuang Xueqi going to cause trouble for Shen Mingzhu, he felt indescribably annoyed.

After dinner, he went out and went to Yan Yi's residence.

"Old Yan, I never thought that Zhuang Xueqi, this crazy woman, would go looking for trouble with Shen Mingzhu. This is none of my business. You can't put the blame on me."

"Um."

Yan Yi's indifferent attitude made Ning Yuan feel puzzled, "Why aren't you nervous at all? Aren't you afraid that Shen Mingzhu will suffer a loss?"

Yan Yi smiled lightly, "It's hard to say for others, but for her, I believe she can handle Xueqi's difficulties."

Pei family.

While Shen Mingzhu was changing her daughter's diaper, she was complaining about Ou Liya to Pei Yang.

"Fortunately, she was fired by the school. If someone like her is allowed to teach and educate students, she might as well teach them bad things."

Pei Yang squatted beside her and watched her change her daughter's diaper, with concern on his face, "Did Miss Zhuang bully you?"

Shen Mingzhu deliberately asked: "What are you going to do if she bullies me?"

"Put a sack on her and beat her up."

"Can't you do it another way?"

"The dealers are very wealthy, so we can't confront them head-on, but we can write down the debt first and then find a chance to pay it back later."

Shen Mingzhu did not comment: "Although Zhuang Xueqi has a bad temper, she is not a bad person. I can handle it."

The phone in the living room rang and Pei Yang got up to answer it.

After a while, Pei Yang came back with a sour face, "Wife, I'm looking for you." (End of this chapter)