Chapter 30: Demonstration

Chapter 30: Demonstration

"Miss Fu, here are some photos of my clients. Do you want to check them out? They're my regulars who agreed to let me use their photos for advertising."

"Sure, let me see."

Miss Fu's eyes swept across several "before and after" comparison photos of different girls on the screen, and she nodded in satisfaction.

"Beautiful!" It’s the kind of look that subtly enhances their natural beauty—exactly what she liked.

"Hehe, they look great, right? My clients always love it!"

Wu Yuan was very confident in her skills, which pleased Miss Fu.

Yes, she appreciated people who were passionate about their work!

Miss Fu handed the phone back to Wu Yuan and asked, "When can you give me a demonstration?"

Wu Yuan smiled and replied, "Miss Fu, if you're willing, I can do it for you right now."

"Right now? Won’t that cut into your fun time?"

Chen Yujia was the first to say it wouldn't, believing Wu Yuan's work was the priority.

Wu Yuan then answered, "Miss Fu, don't worry. If you let me stay, I can still hang out with Jia Jia whenever I’m not working."

"Yes, Yuan Yuan and I can be together in Lingchuan and meet whenever we want."

Since both of them said so, Miss Fu was relieved.

"Then I'll find a place to give you the opportunity to showcase your skills!"

"Alright."

Chen Yujia was just about to suggest going to her place, where she could clear some space and prepare the tools, but before she could say anything, Miss Fu spoke first, so she didn't mention it.

By now, she could also tell that Miss Fu's status seemed extraordinary.

The place she had in mind was probably way more impressive than they could imagine.

As they were heading to the place Miss Fu had in mind, she joked, "You guys really trust me! Aren’t you worried I might sell you both into slavery?"

Wu Yuan immediately said, "We’d totally go willingly if Miss Fu sold us!"

Chen Yujia chuckled beside them and nodded vigorously in agreement.

They knew Miss Fu wasn’t the type to do anything shady, or they wouldn’t have opened up to her like this.

When Miss Fu took them to the salon where she usually got her hair and makeup done, the front desk staff recognized her right away.

"Miss Fu, hello!"

The staff knew Miss Fu's "preferences" and, noticing she hadn’t requested her usual in-home service, politely asked, "Miss Fu, are you here for a makeup session? Shall I call Lin Yu over?"

Lin Yu is the "Xiao Lin" responsible for Fu Yining's styling and hasn't resigned yet.

"No need, I've brought someone with me."

"Alright, please follow me!" The receptionist didn't seem surprised and gestured for them to follow her.

This place provides clients with gowns, shoes, and various accessories, but clients can specify their preferred stylist for the styling.

As their top VIP customer, Fu Yining received the best clothing and service. The receptionist certainly didn’t dare to neglect her and led them to Fu Yining's exclusive area.

After entering, Wu Yuan and Chen Yujia were still in shock, their eyes wide, following Fu Yining in a daze.

Their eyes swept over the opulent decorations and the gowns and accessories displayed under the transparent glass cases in the spacious hall, and they subconsciously swallowed.

This place is really magnificent!

Judging by the receptionist's attitude towards Fu Yining, both of them could guess that Fu Yining's identity might be quite "formidable." They exchanged a knowing glance.

Chen Yujia: "Wow, she really is a rich lady!"

Wu Yuan: "Breathe, I can handle this!"

"Miss Fu, please come in!"

The receptionist opened the door and invited them to walk in first.

Fu Yining turned around to see Wu Yuan and Chen Yujia frozen in place and teased, "What's up? Are you shy? Didn't we agree you'd show off your skills?"

Chen Yujia snapped out of it first and immediately nudged Wu Yuan, who swallowed and steeled herself to walk inside.

"Miss Fu, these are all delivered as per your request for you to try on. If you're not satisfied, please let us know and we'll replace them."

"I got it."

"Then I'll leave now, but please feel free to call me if you need anything."

The receptionist smiled and walked out, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

Wu Yuan looked at the room, which was even larger than her studio, and almost rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn’t seeing things.

This huge place is just for Yining alone?

Who exactly is she? Which family's young miss is this grand?

Fu Yining had already taken her seat and was waiting for Wu Yuan to start her work.

"Yuan Yuan?"

"Jia Jia, it's okay, I'm back to normal!"

Wu Yuan patted her own cheek and asked Fu Yining, "Yining, should I pick out a gown for you first, and then we'll do the makeup?"

"Sure!"

Fu Yining was generous and let Wu Yuan take the lead.

She was looking forward to seeing what kind of surprise Wu Yuan could create for her.

Wu Yuan clenched her fist, silently encouraging herself, and turned towards the large wardrobe around the room...

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"Qinglan, did I keep you waiting long?"

"Not at all, come on in!"

On the other side, the car sent to pick up Wu Qinglan had also successfully picked up Song Qingyu. The driver kept a steady pace, mindful of Wu Qinglan’s pregnancy.

The car slowly drove out of Shanhai Bay. Wu Qinglan waved her hand in front of Song Qingyu, who seemed a bit lost in thought.

"Qingyu, what's wrong?"

Song Qingyu snapped out of it and shook her head. "I'm fine."

Wu Qinglan didn’t buy it and gently took her arm, asking quietly, "Now that we’re alone, spill—did your mother-in-law give you a hard time again?"

"No, don’t read too much into it."

"Really?"

"Mm."

This morning, Song Qingyu found out Fu Yining had already left by the time she woke up, so at the breakfast table, it was just her and Yu ZhiLi.

As she recalled what Yu ZhiLi had told her, Song Qingyu felt increasingly confused.

He had clearly noticed something was off with Fu Yining, yet he seemed oddly calm about it. What exactly did he mean by that?

She couldn’t quite wrap her head around it, but at least she wouldn’t have to cover for Fu Yining anymore, since the family patriarch, Yu ZhiLi, had already said: Don’t worry, that’s just who she is!

That’s just who she is?

So, that’s just her way of being?

Song Qingyu thought she might need some time to digest this news.

"Ouch!"

"Qinglan, what’s wrong?" Hearing Wu Qinglan’s soft cry, Song Qingyu immediately looked at her with concern.

Wu Qinglan was just rubbing her belly and smiling gently. "Don’t worry, the baby just kicked me. He startled me."

Following her words, Song Qingyu’s gaze fell on Wu Qinglan’s belly, her eyes following the hands that were gently rubbing it up and down.

It’s just… amazing!