Makeup Team

Fu Ziheng's mother cried, "If I find out who did it..." 

An Yimo was surprised. "Auntie, don't you know who did it?" 

"Yimo!" Fu Ziheng shouted loudly, trying to stop An Yimo from saying anything.

Although Fu Ziheng was usually ruthless, he kept his promise.

This bet was made between him and An Zhiyan. That was between the two of them. He didn't want his parents to ask about these things.

An Yimo pursed her lips. "Auntie, I heard that Ziheng's injury seems to have something to do with An Zhiyan." 

Sun Lanfang and Fu Rong's expressions changed.

Sun Lanfang was trembling with anger. "An Zhiyan? Isn't she the fake daughter of the An family?" 

An Yimo lowered her head in silent agreement.

The room fell into a strange silence.

After a while, An Yimo apologized gently, "Ziheng, I have other matters to attend to. I'll be leaving first. Have a good rest." 

Fu Ziheng stared blankly at An Yimo's back as she left.

Sun Lanfang was so angry that she roared, "Ziheng, tell me, did An Zhiyan cause you to become like this?!" 

Fu Ziheng suddenly flew into a rage. He slapped the bed hard. "Get out!" 

Sun Lanfang and Fu Rong looked at each other. Neither of them dared anger Fu Ziheng at this time. However, An Zhiyan had caused their son to become disabled. This matter could not be resolved so easily. They would avenge their son.

The An family dinner was on Saturday. Jiang Xinlan opened the door early in the morning and saw a young man in a suit.

This young man had a few subordinates behind him. They were all carrying big bags.

"Hello, Madam. I'm here to give Miss An a makeover," Jiang Yu smiled politely.

Jiang Xinlan was stunned for a moment. She subconsciously made way for Jiang Yu to enter.

An Zhiyan yawned lazily and walked to the door in her pajamas. Her eyes met Jiang Y and she was confused.

"Why are you here?" 

Jiang Yu greeted her with a smile. "Mr. Wen sent me to style Miss An and Mrs. Jiang." He then turned around and arranged for the people behind him to put down the things in their hands.

Jiang Xinlan tensed up when she heard the word "Mr. Wen." She looked out of the door.

Jiang Yiled and said, "Mrs. Jiang, Mr. Wen didn't come with us. It's just me and the makeup team today." 

An Zhiyan had the experience of communicating with Jiang Yu before. She was deeply impressed by this man's stubbornness.

"Come in," she said after a moment of silence.

Before Jiang Xinlan could react, two stylists carried her inside.

An Zhiyan leaned against the railing. Her eyes were still half-closed, and she was still not fully awake.

Jiang Yu greeted her politely, "Miss An." 

He had made ample preparations before coming here, so An Zhiyan would definitely be angry at his sudden visit.

An Zhiyan was wearing a pair of booty shorts, her legs were bare, and she was casually wearing a pair of slippers. She glanced at Jiang Yu lazily, amused by his unflinching attitude toward death.

She walked to the bedroom. "Come in." 

Jiang Yu didn't dare to follow her. An Zhiyan added, "Let me see how the team you hired is doing." 

Jiang Yu heaved a sigh of relief. Before he came, Wen Tingsheng had specially bought accident insurance for him. He didn't expect him to need it so fast.