It was a grand feast for the wealthy family and a family gathering.
My grandfather asked me, "When do you plan to fall in love?"
I lied off the cuff, "I'm waiting for him to get divorced."
My grandmother asked me, "When will you find a partner?"
I made up a story with my eyes closed. "Grandma, the fortune - teller said that if I get married before my cousin, he might be a bachelor for the rest of his life!"
My father was furious seeing my negative attitude towards love. "What on earth does Song Wenxing want!"
On the TV in the living room, the program was talking about Rong Bo of the Rong Group.
This young and cold - faced CEO had unchallengeable authority. He was strict and fair in rewarding and punishing. He could offer his vice - presidents a salary of up to eight digits, and he could also scold them to tears in public...
I said to my father casually, "At least someone like him."
My father was so angry that he laughed. "You're being too confident, aren't you?"
Why shouldn't I be confident?
I had a wealthy family background. I was a super - popular beauty blogger and had my own beauty brand at a young age. I was a life winner in the eyes of thousands of young girls.
My life was extremely wonderful.
I didn't need a man to take up my time.
However, there's a kind of concern called "your mom thinks you need it".
The next day, my mom introduced a blind - date partner to me.
It was Yin Junzi, the young master of the Yin Group.
The name just sounded inauspicious.
My mom kept boasting about how good - looking he was, how upright his character was, and how he would surely become the top leader of the Yin Group in the future.
I flatly rejected him.
As a result, this Yin Junzi spread rumors that all my affordable beauty product reviews were just paid advertisements to deceive my fans.
Well, well.
Little boy, you're in big trouble.
At 7:30 p.m. the next day.
I was doing a live - streaming makeup session.
In the empty room, I seemed to be talking to myself in front of the camera. "Girls, tonight I must choose a super - powerful vintage bright red lipstick."
A cute fan asked, [Is Little Star going to walk on the red carpet tonight?]
I replied, "No."
A troll said, [Your lips look like you've eaten a kid. Do you want to scare people to death? Walking on the red carpet? You're more like a shrew going to cause a scene and have a catfight.]
I replied, "Congratulations, dear brain - dead one. You guessed right."
All the fans thought I was joking. [Hahaha, the fairy is so cool!] [There's always someone who ruins the mood.] [How could someone pick on such a cute girl?] [Trolls, get out!]...
I used my palm as the background and gave a close - up of the lipstick in front of the camera. "This one is the purest red in my opinion, Arriba from Colopop."
Then I applied it on my lips and gave another close - up. "Look, it's neither orange, nor pink, nor leaning towards rose. It's an absolutely authentic bright red. Once you put it on, you'll dominate the scene."
The fans who were attracted by my appearance started to shower me with compliments.
[Ah, Ah, Ah! Star is the best at makeup in the world! Are Star's hands kissed by God?]
[This bright red is really amazing!]
[Is this the makeup for winning a catfight? Hahaha!]
[God - like beauty! A cute and cool wild kitten! Noble and cold - looking Star is so beautiful!]
[Other online influencers' filters make them look so untrue. I still like Star's real color - testing without a filter!]
[The fairy has come down to earth. It's hard work. Let's send some reward gifts!]
...
I checked the time and thought it was about right. I said to the camera, "Thank you, little stars, for your compliments and gifts. Star has something to clarify with you. A while ago, Star refused to go on a blind date with a playboy. As a result, this bastard has been spreading rumors online that the affordable cosmetics I recommended were just paid promotions. Everyone, I've been a beauty blogger since I was 18, and I've never taken a single cent of advertising fee from any brand. If anyone can show solid evidence, I'll pay a reward of one million yuan out of my own pocket!"
The comments under the live - stream went crazy.
[Star is so cool and amazing!]
[No way! No way! Does anyone really believe that a rich heiress needs to take advertising jobs?]
[What a jerk of a playboy! Star, expose him and let's dig out his personal information together!]
[Give the fairy a hug. Don't be angry! Don't bother with such a scumbag!]
...
"I must bother with it! My little stars, when we meet such people, we must fight to the end. We have to let them know that I, Star, am not someone to be bullied." In front of millions of fans, I took out my phone and dialed the police number. I opened my red lips and said coquettishly, "Hello, police officer. May I call the police if I find someone involved in group drug - taking?"
An hour later, the young master of the Yin Group made the headlines with solid evidence announced by the police.
The whole internet said that I was like the protagonist of a feel - good novel, so cool and amazing, and a role model for everyone.
They just didn't see the cowardly me kneeling on the ground and admitting my mistakes after being beaten by my parents all night.
A few days later, my father made another arrangement. "At 6 p.m. on Sunday, at the Wilson Presidential Hotel, your blind - date partner will meet you alone."
Me: "What if I don't go?"
My mom: "Then I'll cut off the mother - daughter relationship with you!"
Me: "Who are you, auntie?"
On Sunday.
At 5:30 p.m., my parents were out. I started to do a smoky - eye makeup.
I wore a low - cut crop top inside, a biker vest outside, hot pants that showed most of my thighs, and a pair of knee - high black velvet boots.
My long brown hair was curled into big waves.
My look was quite wild.
It was a bit congested on the weekend.
So today I had to ride my "boyfriend" out -
The pink modified version of the Aprilia RSV4 heavy - duty motorcycle.
Although I had a baby face, was only 1.63 meters tall, and had thin arms and legs, it didn't stop me from being the coolest person riding a heavy - duty motorcycle in this city.
When waiting for the traffic light, I heard someone beside me say, "The girl riding the heavy - duty motorcycle is so cool..." "Her outfit is so stylish. Her hat is even from Sailor Moon. It's so cute..." "If the bike falls, will she be crushed?"
Me, with one foot on the ground: "..."
My thin leg was trembling a bit because I was standing on tiptoe.
Why was this red light so long...
Hold on.
I zoomed all the way and arrived at the hotel lobby. I checked the time. It was exactly 6 p.m.
I confirmed with the receptionist that I was indeed going to the top floor to meet a special guest alone.
I went up to the top floor by myself.
The elevator door opened.
I saw a very high - end room.
There were two strong bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses standing on either side of the door, like two door gods.
One of the door gods opened the door for me. "Miss Song, please."
To be honest, I was a bit scared.
This setup looked like an arms deal.
After I walked in, it was a living room. There was a sound - absorbing imported carpet, a dark - gray decoration design, and the lights were bright. There was a man with his back to me in front of the floor - to - ceiling window. He had a tall, straight, and slender figure. He was all in black, and there was a kind of depressing feeling.
His hair was cut very short, neat and clean. The short hair neatly framed his fair and slender neck, which was quite a plus.
Finally.
He turned around.
I saw a face that was stunningly handsome, a face that could be the protagonist of every domineering CEO novel.
He had a slicked - back hairstyle, tough facial features, smooth and natural facial lines, a high and elegant nose bridge, and a clear and three - dimensional jawline.
His thick black sword - shaped eyebrows made him look a bit fierce, and his deep eyes had a serious and cold feeling... Wait?
This man looked very familiar.
It was Rong Bo!
My heart skipped a beat. I reached out to him in surprise. "What's going on! How dare I trouble Mr. Rong to come for a blind date in person?"
Rong Bo: "..."
The waistcoat inside his suit was so British - gentleman - style. He also wore a black windbreaker. His sense of fashion was just off the charts.
Rong Bo reached out and shook my hand briefly.
I felt that his fingertips were cool.
It turned out that he was wearing leather gloves.
So refined.
Rong Bo led me to sit on the sofa. We sat facing each other. There wasn't even a cup of hot tea on the coffee table.
The atmosphere was so quiet that it was suffocating.
This man had such a strong aura that I didn't even dare to breathe loudly in front of him.
I, in my wild look, said obediently, "I'm sorry, Mr. Rong. I've wasted your precious time. My family has been pushing me hard, so this happened. But actually... I have no intention of getting married."
Rong Bo: "..."
I said very considerately, "I understand the rules. I'll go back and tell my parents that you're too good for me. As for you, you can say whatever you want about me."
Finally, he said the first and also the last sentence since the blind date. "You can go back now."
Me: "Sure thing!"
Communication between young people was just so efficient.