The makeup artist noticed Lin Yixun’s gloomy expression and couldn’t help but ask, "Miss Lin, do you not like it? If you don’t, there’s still time to redo it." "No need, your makeup is very good." It’s not that she was dissatisfied, she was just heartbroken. To someone in despair, even the most beautiful makeup is meaningless. In addition to doing Lin Yixun’s makeup, the makeup artist also brought several dresses. With just a glance, Lin Yixun could tell these dresses were incredibly expensive. "Lin Yixun, these dresses were custom-made to your measurements. Do you have one in mind for tonight?" Read full story at n0velfire.net Lin Yixun glanced at the dresses and pointed at a black one, "How about this one?" "Don’t you think black is a bit too plain?" "Let’s go with this one, it doesn’t matter which one I wear." By the time the stylist finished Lin Yixun’s look, an hour had passed. Old He’s car had been waiting downstairs all this time. Seeing Lin Yixun coming down, he got out to open the rear car door for her. Lin Yixun remained silent the entire way, her face showing no emotion. Watching the swiftly receding streetscape outside the car window, Lin Yixun felt nothing but desolation. She did not know what kind of gathering it would be tonight, but she was well aware that going to the banquet with Leng Yixiu was akin to ruthlessly tearing away her protective layer. From then on, she would wholly become the type of person she once despised the most. A sudden thought crossed her mind—what if she opened the car door and jumped out right now? But she soon dismissed the idea. The car wasn’t moving fast enough; even if she jumped, she wouldn’t die. At most, she would end up half dead, half alive. Lin Yixun painfully closed her eyes. She realized she lacked the courage to die, wanting to but not daring to. She could only continue to eke out her existence in this world. The car eventually drove into a private villa estate. When Lin Yixun got out of the car, she saw Leng Yixiu’s figure in the distance. It seemed he had been waiting for a while, as his handsome face showed signs of impatience. But upon seeing Lin Yixun, his expression softened, and a hint of amazement flashed in his deep eyes for a moment. For some reason, Lin Yixun did not like Leng Yixiu staring at her like that. She averted her gaze and coldly stood still until she heard his low, seductive voice in her ear. The man reached out and naturally wrapped his arm around Lin Yixun’s shoulder. The action felt casual, as if he had done it countless times, but Lin Yixun couldn’t face it calmly. From the villa entrance to the living room, Lin Yixun’s entire body was tense. Tonight, she wore only a black dress, her shoulders bare. The man’s cool hand on her arm gave her a familiar yet strange feeling, leaving her at a loss. To Lin Yixun’s surprise, the villa was not as lively as she had imagined. On the contrary, it felt somewhat cold. The spacious villa living room was empty, save for a well-dressed and distinguished-looking couple. There was no one else. Could it be a private gathering? The thought made Lin Yixun’s heart skip a beat. Mixed with her surprise was a growing sense of unease. At that moment, the couple who had been sitting by the coffee table stood up and walked towards them. The strikingly handsome man among them teased with a smile, "I thought you fell into the toilet, turns out you went to pick up a beauty?"