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It's better than her staying here and seducing her promising son!

At this time.

The room on the second floor that originally belonged to Qiao Mingzhu was now empty, without even a decent dressing table.

Because the makeup artist got angry when she locked herself out this morning, Qiao Mingzhu's face is still swollen and she hasn't even had her makeup done!

As she watched the guests arrive downstairs, creating a lively atmosphere, she could only sit at a dilapidated wooden table that had been temporarily moved there.

On the table were a box of "Friendship" face cream worth two cents, which Qiao Lijun had just run back from the supply and marketing cooperative, sweating profusely, and a box of cheap clam oil.

Qiao Mingzhu stared intently at the crudely packaged face cream, her mind flashing back to her original set of high-end imported cosmetics.

"Will you marry me in a grand and glorious way?"

Qiao Mingzhu slowly raised her head, looked at her own swollen and pale face in the small mirror, devoid of any jewelry, and gave a self-deprecating, cold smile.

This is the glory that Qiao Lijun gave her.

What a complete joke!

The room on the second floor was completely empty.

Qiao Mingzhu gritted her teeth and picked up the cheap powder compact with trembling hands, preparing to apply it to her swollen face.

"Snapped!"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Qin Fangfang strode in, snatching the powder compact from her hand.

"What are you doing!" Qin Fangfang blurted out, her voice filled with barely suppressed irritation.

Looking at the powder compact that smelled of cheap perfume, and then at Qiao Mingzhu, Qin Fangfang felt a tightness in her chest and a sense of unease.

Even though they insisted to outsiders that the two were not related by blood, it still felt absurd that this happened in their own building!

But when Qin Fangfang's gaze fell on Qiao Mingzhu's pale, swollen, and even somewhat pitiful face, her heart suddenly softened.

This is the big girl she raised in her arms since she was a baby, feeding her every bite and giving her every drop of water, spoiling and nurturing her!

Now her house has been burgled, her dowry is gone, her wedding is ruined, and she has to endure the strange looks from relatives and friends all over the yard, all alone in front of this broken table to get her makeup done and hastily get married...

Qin Fangfang was still heartbroken.

She took a deep breath, her previously stern face softening instantly. She reached out and gently touched Qiao Mingzhu's disheveled hair, her voice unconsciously softening as she said, "Don't rush around like that. What kind of bride does her own makeup? It's so unlucky!"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Mingzhu's pent-up resentment burst forth, and tears streamed down her face.

"Mom..." she choked back tears, her eyes filled with fear and grievance, "But the makeup artist got yelled at by Dad this morning, and with the house in this state, if I don't do my own makeup, who else can do it for me?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Fangfang became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth in circles.

She doesn't know anything about makeup!

When they were young, they struggled to even get enough to eat, let alone know about these cosmetics.

Even a little bit of red lipstick will get you criticized behind your back for having questionable morals!

Later, life got better and she had the means, but she was getting old, so at most she would just apply some face cream.

She couldn't even tell what those bottles and jars used by young girls were for!

"What...what are we going to do!" Qin Fangfang slapped her thigh anxiously. "The banquet is about to start, and even if Mom goes out to find someone else now, it's too late!"

"Knock knock knock—"

Just as the mother and daughter were in a state of panic, there was a gentle knock on the half-open door.

The two looked up at the sound and saw Qiao Xinxin standing at the door.

A smile played on her lips, her eyes crinkled, and her voice was soft and sweet, like an innocent little rabbit: "Mom, how about I try? I'll do my sister's makeup."

Qiao Mingzhu abruptly raised her head, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her quills instantly standing on end as she stared at her warily: "What are you going to do?!"

"Is my sister worried about me?" Qiao Xinxin wasn't angry at all; instead, she chuckled softly and stepped inside.

Meeting Qiao Mingzhu's wary gaze, she said frankly, "Don't worry, I learned a little bit from someone in the countryside before, so my skills are pretty good."

Qiao Mingzhu sneered inwardly, of course she didn't believe it!

She was puzzled. This little bitch usually wished she were dead, so why was she being so kind as to do her makeup today?

I hope they don't take advantage of her makeup time to draw a big turtle on her face, or ruin her face with some junk stuff!

There must be some kind of conspiracy waiting for her!

Qiao Mingzhu bit her lower lip hard, her face full of distrust, and she resisted by backing away.

Qin Fangfang also hesitated.

It wasn't that she didn't trust her biological daughter, but she wasn't sure if Qiao Xinxin would actually do it.

"Xin Xin, are you sure you can do it?" Qin Fangfang asked hesitantly.

"Mom, we can't even find a makeup artist these days. We can't just let Mingzhu get married with a bare face, can we? What kind of bride doesn't even have wedding makeup on?"

Qiao Xinxin blinked, her face full of sincerity and worry: "I'll just give it a try first. If it doesn't turn out well, we can just wash it off and figure something out. Anyway, there's still some time."

Upon hearing this, Qin Fangfang felt that what he said made sense.

She turned to Qiao Mingzhu and advised, "Mingzhu, how about... we let your sister give it a try?"

Qiao Mingzhu was a hundred times unwilling, but looking at her terrible face in the mirror, she really had no other choice at the moment.

I can't possibly go out in public with this pig-headed face!

She gritted her teeth and nodded stiffly: "Fine."

She refused to believe that, right here in the room, under her mother's very nose, Qiao Xinxin would dare to tamper with her face!

A barely perceptible glint flashed in Qiao Xinxin's eyes as she stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over the shabby cosmetics on the table.

Two cents worth of "Friendship" face cream, a dry box of powder, a cheap red lipstick, and a bluntly sharpened eyebrow pencil... Although not a complete set, it had all the basics.

"Little sister, sit still and close your eyes."

Qiao Xinxin had Qiao Mingzhu sit in front of the mirror, while she stood behind her, rolled up her sleeves, and began to work.

It must be said that Qiao Xinxin's movements were really meticulous, and she took every step seriously without being perfunctory in the slightest.

She first scooped out a large dollop of face cream and applied it evenly and thickly to Qiao Mingzhu's face as a base.

After waiting quietly for five minutes until my skin had absorbed the moisture, I gently wiped away the excess cream with a damp towel.

Immediately afterwards, she poured out some of the pearl cream she had just bought at the department store, warmed it with her fingertips, and then lightly pressed and applied it to Qiao Mingzhu's face.