The next morning, Zuo Shaoxin sent over a box containing a pink summer dress, a halter top with dotted flowers, fitting perfectly at the waist, making the skirt flutter like a colorful butterfly when worn. Dong Qin looked at herself in the mirror, her long black hair, thick bangs, and deep yet charming eyes like a cat’s. She remembered Zuo Shaoan describing her like this. Her petite nose and mouth, along with eyes that often unconsciously squinted, indeed made her look like a cat. Her figure was small, about 162 cm tall, with good proportions; her legs were long, her waist high, and her shoulders slender, likely evoking a sense of pity in onlookers. She didn’t resemble Zuo Shaoxin’s overpowering allure but rather took after Zuo Shaoan’s sweet charm, with a lazy tranquility between her brows, leaning more towards sweetness.
There was a knock at the door, and when it opened, two fashionably dressed strangers entered. Xiaoya introduced with a smile, “Miss, these two are the most famous makeup artists. Madam sent them to help you get ready.” She nodded casually, ignoring the young men’s admiration in their eyes, and quietly sat at the vanity, letting them work their magic. Her plain hair was gradually layered and styled, bangs swept aside to reveal her beautiful eyes. The other artist delicately applied makeup—powder, blush, eyebrow pencil, eyeshadow, mascara, lipstick… transforming her into a charming young woman, losing much of her childishness. After about an hour and a half, the stylists left.
Zuo Shaoxin, in high spirits, came to see the results herself, seeming very pleased. She even gave Dong Qin a wide-brimmed hat to wear. Lu Jinghao’s plane was due at 2 PM, but Zuo Shaoxin, impatient, arrived half an hour early. They sat in the VIP lounge, the staff around them anxious. Such treatment was something Dong Qin had never experienced before. Only when with Zuo Shaoxin could she feel what it meant to be above others. This was a realistic society where high-status people naturally suppressed those of lower status, and no one dared to say otherwise. Wealth and power were everything; everything else was nonsense.
