Before attending a formal event like the Fashion Gala, naturally, there would be a lot of fuss.
Just past noon, the originally quiet apartment became lively. Stylists, drivers, assistants, and a few people whom Lin Yixun didn’t know what they were there for.
Lin Yixun’s gaze fell on the little assistant. She frowned slightly. Didn’t Ouyang Hao say the assistant was on vacation?
She felt a bit annoyed. It was clear that this guy had lied to her earlier. But why did he deceive her? Wasn’t he displeased with her? Could it be that he had a perverse hobby just to have her appear occasionally to bother him?
After thinking it over, Lin Yixun still couldn’t understand what Ouyang Hao wanted to do.
Ouyang Hao sat lazily on the chair like a lord, letting the stylist attend to him. He had good features to begin with, not needing much embellishment. Just a little touch-up made him even more handsome.
Considering the formal nature of the evening event, he had the stylist dye his hair back to black, shedding the blue-gray color. This made him look less mischievous and more composed, enough to make countless women swoon.
Resting her chin in her hand, Lin Yixun had to admit, Ouyang Hao indeed had the capital to be proud and arrogant.
Lost in thought, her forehead suddenly hurt, and she looked up in pain, only to see that Ouyang Hao had already come to her side at some point, with his usual arrogant and malicious expression.
He said to the stylist opposite, "Fix her up for me."
"Mr. Ouyang, actually I need..."
"I said you need it, so you need it." Ouyang Hao forcefully pulled her up from the sofa and dragged her to the chair opposite, "If you go out looking , you will embarrass me."
Lin Yixun frowned unhappily. This guy was indeed extremely domineering. If he was afraid she would embarrass him, why not just stop her from going in the first place and avoid the trouble?
In the end, she couldn’t fight him. Lin Yixun reluctantly sat down. Ouyang Hao was her current provider; she didn’t have the guts to defy him.
Besides, putting on some makeup and attending an event wouldn’t kill her. Thinking this way, Lin Yixun relaxed, letting the stylist put makeup on her face.
Half an hour later, Ouyang Hao put down the magazine he was holding and checked his watch; an hour later, he impatiently checked his watch again; two hours later, he finally stood up and walked into the makeup room.
"I said, are you guys still dragging..." The man stopped mid-sentence.
He stared fixedly at the woman in front of him, a touch of amazement in his eyes. Who would have thought that this dowdy and clumsy Lin Yixun could be so stunningly beautiful after a makeover?
Seeing Ouyang Hao in a daze, the stylist smiled smugly, walking up to Ouyang Hao. "How’s it? Satisfied?"
Ouyang Hao snapped back to reality and awkwardly cleared his throat. After a long while, he said begrudgingly, "Just barely acceptable."
The stylist raised an eyebrow, smiling enigmatically, and intentionally said, "Not satisfied? Then should I redo it?"
"No need." Ouyang Hao cut him off. "My time is precious. I can’t waste it hanging around here."
The stylist thought to himself, you just can’t admit it.
The stylist suddenly leaned close to Ouyang Hao and whispered, "She has a long scar on her face. I covered it with a phoenix tail flower. If you don’t look carefully, you shouldn’t be able to see it. Such a pity, a beautiful face with a scar. Otherwise, she would definitely be a top-notch beauty. Such a pity."