Chapter 77: Makeup

"Uncle, are you here to buy rouge?" Liu Qingqing looked at him strangely.

But what a coincidence, we ran into each other again.

"No, I'm here to sell rouge."

"Sell rouge? Uncle, can you make it?"

"Yeah, my family's business is in this line; this time I came to Shuibian Cheng to expand sales channels. Do you want to buy rouge? Would you like to try some samples I made?" Yan Buji said with a smile.

"Can I?!"

"Yeah, sure. If you know lots of good sisters, later when you buy from me I'll give you a discount." Yan Buji said with a smile.

"Alright! Shall we try it first?"

"Fine, I left my stuff at the restaurant; if you don't mind, could you come with me for a trip? If not, you can arrange a place and I'll come over." Yan Buji said.

Liu Qingqing waved her hand: "No need for all that trouble, let's just go with you."

"Okay."

Yan Buji chuckled; this time he didn't sense that boy's Existence, I guess she came out alone, right?

Should we play a trick?

Returning to the restaurant room, Liu Qingqing sat in a chair looking around. Yan Buji again checked that there was no trace of that boy, then walked over holding the prepared vanity case, and said:

"Take a look."

"Wow! So much rouge?!"

Seeing the vanity case holding red, blue, and white items, some of which Liu Qingqing didn't even know what they were for.

"This is eyebrow pencil, this is eyeliner, this is mascara, this is face powder, this is...." Yan Buji listed them off familiarly, introducing the products like a savvy merchant.

"My family's business isn't big, but we have many categories and decent quality, so we're somewhat known back home. This time I came here, firstly to expand sales channels, and secondly to see if the local women like our cosmetics."

"So many types? I've only heard of rouge and powder; what are eyeliner and mascara?"

"It's for applying to the corners of the eyes.... Like you these past few days, not sleeping well and having dark circles, you can use this eyeliner to swipe and look more spirited. Mascara mainly lengthens your lashes, making you look more beautiful." Yan Buji said with a smile.

Liu Qingqing laughed: "Uncle, you really know a lot."

"Yeah, want to try? There's also a mirror here."

Liu Qingqing watched Yan Buji pull a mirror from the vanity case's drawer and hold it up to herself; seeing her weary reflection in the mirror, she pouted: "I don't know how to do makeup."

Yan Buji's face looked strange: "If you don't know how to do makeup, why buy rouge?"

"I.... just want to try."

Yan Buji took a deep breath: "Well, there's nothing to be done; I can't just go up and help you draw, that would look bad if seen. You should first find a few women who know how to do makeup to help you try it out, but with your foundation, you'll definitely turn out even prettier."

Liu Qingqing looked at Yan Buji, eyes lighting up: "Uncle, you can do makeup?"

"Of course; if I couldn't do makeup, what would I sell rouge for?"

"Then help me do it."

"You don't mind?" Yan Buji asked.

"It's fine, you wouldn't dare touch me randomly, right? I'm quite formidable; lashing out could cost someone their life!" Liu Qingqing said proudly.

Yan Buji's face twitched, he rolled his eyes: "Do little girls really talk so fiercely?"

However, Yan Buji still took up the brush and began helping Liu Qingqing with her makeup.

"Close your eyes."

"Oh."

Yan Buji's makeup skill came from practicing on Yan Xirou since childhood; although not exceptional, it's not bad either.

The key is the rouge he himself blended; these are excellent things ordinary people rarely see, not only vivid and bright in color but also harmless to the skin.

It's just that Liu Qingqing isn't used to it; having such a tall, burly man like Yan Buji pick up a brush to do her makeup, his steady, powerful breathing occasionally echoing in her ears made her a bit shy.

After a while.

"All done, open your eyes."

Liu Qingqing opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror, widening her eyes and touching her cheeks.

"Is... this really me?"

Her originally dull complexion gradually turned rosy and lustrous, like a blooming flower, delicate and dewy; her long lashes lifted high, trembling slightly like butterfly wings; both sides of her eyes were brushed with a subtle rouge, making her gaze deeper and more captivating; most distinctive was the beautiful flower painted at her brow, vivid and striking, as if a real blossom exhaling faint fragrance.

"Try this lip paper."

"It's pink? So pretty!"

Liu Qingqing took the lip paper, pressed it to her lips, and the pink tint spread across her mouth, instantly elevating her entire demeanor and appearance by a notch.

The more she looked at herself in the mirror, the more Liu Qingqing felt it wasn't real.

Yan Buji nodded, arms crossed, and said: "I told you you're pretty; of course my skill isn't bad either."

"Uncle, you've done this so beautifully; you must have done plenty of makeup for women, right?" Liu Qingqing said happily, continually checking herself in the mirror.

Yan Buji turned around and fell silent for a moment.

"What's wrong, Uncle?"

"This is... I learned it when I was with my wife; after all these years, my skill remains." Yan Buji sighed, feeling quite sorrowful.

Liu Qingqing put down the mirror, rose, and apologetically said: "Sorry, Uncle, I said something I shouldn't have again."

"It's all in the past, no problem; if you like it, take some back and try drawing it yourself."

Yan Buji smiled, walked over to tidy up some rouge and powder, and handed them to Liu Qingqing.

"Also, get some rest. I don't know what's on young people's minds these days, but if you really have something you can't figure out, don't bottle it up and suffer; cheer up a bit." Yan Buji advised.

Liu Qingqing took the rouge, turned her head away: "I don't have any worries..."

"It's practically written on your face; could it be that the guy you like has someone else?" Yan Buji teased.

"Huh?"

Yan Buji froze for a moment: "That little buddy who was with you that day...?"

"He's my... brother, anyway, I'm angry because of him!" Liu Qingqing fumed, hands on her hips, very dissatisfied.

"What's wrong?"

Yan Buji sat down, poured a cup of tea and drank it.

Liu Qingqing also sat down, saying angrily: "Here's what happened..."

Liu Qingqing briefly explained what had happened to her, of course without revealing their identities.

After listening, Yan Buji only felt amused.

Indeed, youth is great.

Easy to fool.

Yan Buji laughed heartily: "Miss Liu, I understand what you mean. You feel unappreciated at home, that no one cares about your feelings, right?"

"Yeah! They just love forcing me to study this and that; this time I went out wanting to have some fun before handling things, but even that wasn't allowed."

"If something is urgent, there's really no choice, but your family does indeed somewhat disrespect your views. In my opinion, everyone is different; you can't impose your own ideas on others. You are an independent woman; sometimes your thoughts may not be entirely correct, but they don't rise to the level needing punishment."

Liu Qingqing nodded firmly: "Exactly, exactly."

"However, it's just some minor disagreements; there's no need to fall out completely. From your expression, it seems you're angry only because the elders favor your brother, but you actually know your family treats you well, right?" Yan Buji said with a smile.

Liu Qingqing fell silent, nodding slightly.

"So try to find a balance there; you also don't want to keep being treated like a child, so you must voice your true thoughts and then put them into practice."

"Oh, I get it now! Thank you, Uncle, you're really kind!" Liu Qingqing broke into a happy smile; hearing Yan Buji's words, her mood improved considerably.