Chapter 159 Boss Ying Directly Crushes [1st Update]
No matter how waterproof the envelope and the letter inside are, they are still made of paper.
As soon as it floated into the furnace, it turned to ash instantly, leaving not even a trace.
But this does not include a letter.
The last letter that was thrown in was surprisingly intact.
The envelope was surrounded by flames, but it couldn't even curl up one edge.
Upon seeing this, the butler was taken aback at first, then seemed to realize something and immediately grabbed some tools to extinguish the fire.
Then, putting on gloves, I carefully took out the letter.
The butler took a closer look and found that the envelope was not only intact, but also free of dust. He was both puzzled and frightened.
He was in charge of managing the perimeter of Laurent Castle and received dozens of traditional letters every day.
These letters were mostly sent by enthusiastic fans outside, and the members of the Laurent family read them a few times before giving up.
They also said that any future letters like this should be burned.
For truly important matters, such an ancient method of communication wouldn't be used anymore.
The housekeeper burns letters every day; it has long been a habit.
This was the first time he had encountered something like this.
He had never heard of any paper that couldn't be burned by fire.
What if it's some kind of poisonous substance?
It would be terrible if it caused trouble for the young masters and ladies of the manor.
Just as the butler was hesitating about whether to hand over the letter, footsteps were heard in the hall on the first floor of the castle.
At the same time, a voice sounded from behind him: "Give me the letter in your hand."
The butler snapped out of his reverie, turned his head, but did not recognize the person who had come.
But he noticed that the newcomer's cuffs were embroidered with golden irises.
The golden iris is the symbol of Laurent Bank.
Only the core servants inside the castle would carry such a badge.
The butler hurriedly handed over the letter in his hand.
"It's alright." The young servant took it and sighed softly. "I knew you guys would burn letters, so I used nanomaterials specifically."
The butler listened, bewildered and frightened. He tentatively asked, "You mean..."
"It's none of your business," the young servant waved his hand. "Go on with your work."
He carefully slipped the envelope into his pocket, then left the castle hall, went around the adjacent garden, and headed towards the innermost part of the manor.
The butler naturally dared not follow.
He was considered an old servant of the Laurent family, having worked there for thirteen years, but he was still not allowed to enter the innermost part of the castle.
It is said that the real power behind the Laurent family lives there.
Not to mention him, even other family members are not allowed to enter without permission.
Therefore, this letter must be something that the person in real power wants.
The butler broke out in a cold sweat at the thought.
Thankfully, the letter was intact; otherwise, he wouldn't have had enough lives.
**
China.
Shanghai.
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
Inside a top-notch styling salon.
This styling salon only caters to wealthy socialites, and today is the first time they've booked the entire place for them.
Inside the shop, makeup artists, beauticians, hairdressers, and other technicians come and go, each carrying a lot of tools.
Ying Zijing sat in front of the vanity mirror, her expression blank.
Behind her were the students from Class 19 and Grandpa Zhong.
She had absolutely no desire to speak to any of them, or even to recall how she had been dragged here.
She finished teaching biology to Class 19 in the morning, and was sleeping on her desk at noon. Before she woke up, Xiu Yu and another girl from the class pulled her away, saying they would treat her to a new dessert.
Then, instead of seeing Ying Zijin at the dessert shop, she saw Grandpa Zhong waiting for her with a smile, and a group of stylists eager to try their hand at their craft.
Then, she was forced to sit in this chair.
"Miss Zijing, your skin is so beautiful." The makeup artist looked at the girl with a mixture of amazement and envy. "I was originally planning to give you an exfoliation and laser skin whitening treatment, but it seems that's not necessary."
She picked up the face mask next to her, already impatient: "I'll give you a hydrating treatment so you can apply makeup smoothly."
Ying Zijing yawned, remembering that she had been staying up late a lot lately, and nodded.
After the hydration step was completed, the makeup artist pushed the makeup cart over and asked, "Ms. Zijing, what style of makeup would you like? A natural, forest-inspired look? Or a bohemian one?"
Ying Zijing: "Could you please draw me a punk rock style?"
Makeup artist: "..."
Grandpa Zhong, who had also listened attentively, was speechless.
Ying Zijing saw in the mirror that Grandpa Zhong was clutching his chest, looking heartbroken. She paused, then reluctantly changed her words: "Baroque."
Baroque makeup has a strong retro feel and is only popular in Europe.
Even if someone has slightly flat or flawed facial features, applying Baroque makeup will make them look out of place.
The makeup artist had worked here for several years and had only encountered two clients who requested a Baroque makeup look, which caused her to forget about the style altogether.
But there really isn't a makeup style more suitable for the girl in front of me than Baroque style.
Low-key, luxurious, prestigious, and mysterious.
The makeup artist's eyes lit up; inspiration struck, and she immediately got to work.
"The dress! The dress has arrived!" Half an hour later, Xiu Yu carried a large box in from outside. "Father Ying, look, I bought you several dresses. You can choose one."
As she spoke, she opened the box and took out each item one by one to show Ying Zijing.
There are navy blue princess dresses, retro little black dresses, and cheongsams with pipa-shaped collars.
Each piece is custom-made and costs over a million.
Ying Zijing slowly exhaled: "Is there any way to cover up your arms and legs, and preferably your neck as well?"
The younger brother scratched his head, looking bewildered: "Huh? Then the only option is an Arab robe."
Xiu Yu: "..."
She insists on covering up her good figure; it pains even a girl like her to see it.
Even though their father was wearing an Arab robe, his looks and aura completely overshadowed the others.
Xiu Yu had no choice but to put the dress back in the box.
Just then, a shop assistant ran in, carrying a gift box: "Miss Zijing, someone delivered this."
Ying Zijing was still putting on makeup when Xiu Yu helped her take it off.
Inside was a black formal dress, but not a skirt.
Xiu Yu could tell at a glance that the top of this dress alone cost over ten million.
With the diamonds and other materials on the dress, the total price definitely exceeded one hundred million.
Who sent such a generous gift?
Although Xiu Yu was curious, he didn't ask: "Father Ying, it just so happens that this is a dress that suits your taste. I'll help you put it on after you've finished your makeup."
**
Shanghai Grand Hall.
The concert started at 7:00, but many fans started lining up as early as 4:00 PM.
Most of the fans were attending Ying Luwei's concert for the first time, and they couldn't wait to get in when they were allowed to go in at six o'clock.
Backstage.
Ying Luwei was putting on her makeup in front of the mirror, but her complexion was not good.
She had already made an appointment with the stylist, but just a few hours ago, the stylist informed her that they were unable to provide her with the service.
She raised the price, but the stylist didn't change their mind.
When the situation arose unexpectedly, she had no choice but to do it herself since she couldn't find another makeup artist.
Zhong Manhua was sitting to the side, restless and anxious.
She has been deliberately avoiding anything related to Ying Zijin.
She was relieved that Qingzhi hadn't called her during this time.
Unexpectedly, Ying Luwei dropped such a bombshell on her.
Zhong Manhua only learned what had happened after arriving at the Great Hall of the People, and by then she was unable to leave.
The thought of the many other famous figures coming, and the live online broadcast, made her heart ache.
Zhong Manhua originally thought that Ying Luwei was kindly offering Ying Zijin an opportunity to make connections with famous people, so she could refuse directly now.
Unexpectedly, it was Ying Zijin who wanted to come.
"Sister-in-law, are you feeling unwell?" Ying Luwei asked casually, glancing at Zhong Manhua out of the corner of her eye. "Should we go to the hospital?"
"It's just a minor stomach ache." Zhong Manhua naturally wouldn't voice her thought that she didn't want to watch Ying Zijin's performance. "It's nothing serious."
"Sister-in-law, you must take good care of yourself." Ying Luwei finished her makeup and stood up. "The concert is about to begin. Let me take you to your seat."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Manhua subconsciously tightened her grip on the bag strap.
The two walked towards the door and bumped into a foreigner.
"You must be Mr. Bart?" Ying Luwei was taken aback at first, then delighted, and said in English, "I am deeply honored that you would deign to attend my concert. After the performance, could you give me some pointers?"
"Do I know you?" Bart, already sulking from being forcibly pulled over by Berg, was even more impatient with polite formalities with Ying Luwei, completely ignoring her and looking behind him. "Where's the other performer? Hasn't he arrived yet?"
(End of this chapter)
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