May 8th, the weather was clear and refreshing; indeed, it was a bright and beautiful day.
Wang Miaomiao was pulled out of bed by Cheng Xue and Jiang Huilan early in the morning.
They brought professional beauticians and hairstylists to style Wang Miaomiao, and she sat there like a puppet, allowing them to work on her.
In Beijing, brimming with talent, Wang Miaomiao wore a cheongsam with a red peony base, paired with bright makeup, standing there like a fairy that had wandered into the mortal world, elegant and graceful.
"Beautiful, so beautiful..." Cheng Xue looked at Wang Miaomiao with sparkling eyes, seemingly running out of words to praise her, repeating again and again how beautiful she was...
"Alright, stop complimenting me. I know my own worth; it's all thanks to the makeup artist. Thank you, Master Qin." Wang Miaomiao smiled slightly, expressing her gratitude to the middle-aged makeup artist, Qin Wenjuan.
