Chapter 184: Heartbeat
Du Juanjuan carried herself with an air of arrogance, saying, "Having a clean face and treating people with courtesy means presenting oneself in a tidy and clean manner when meeting others is a form of politeness. Moreover, applying makeup for important occasions is a sign of respect for the event and its organizers. This is a lesson we from distinguished families must learn. It’s certainly not beyond the abilities of my cousin. As a remarkable dancer, she not only possesses profound dance skills but must also master the basic makeup skills, an area in which she excels. You see, she has only applied light makeup, yet it matches her role so beautifully, doesn’t it look stunning? Oh, and those supporting actresses beside her, she also helped with their makeup. My cousin always thinks of everyone, never hoarding good things just for herself..."
The surrounding military spouses listened to her boast as if it were some arcane scripture, and by the end, all they really remembered was that Wen Qing had done the makeup for herself and the other actors.
Among the admiring sighs from the other military spouses, Du Juanjuan proudly lifted her chin.
Then, her gaze shifted unintentionally to Yang PeiMin. "I’ve heard that Mr. Yang is also skilled at makeup. However, due to her background, her vision and skills might not be as solid. But she’s smart and knows to ask my cousin for advice. My cousin is selfless, benevolent and always willing to help. Consequently, she even visited Mr. Yang’s house once. Later, I’m not sure how but it got around that my cousin let her help with the makeup. I felt that wasn’t right, but my cousin advised me not to worry about such trifles. It was only a few words after all. If it really came down to it, it wasn’t incorrect; she was indeed instructing Mr. Yang in applying makeup on her own face at that time."
Those who were initially engrossed in the performance on stage now couldn’t help but turn their attention back to Du Juanjuan upon hearing her words.
Sitting in front of Du Juanjuan, Yang PeiMin of course heard everything crystal clear, especially since Du Juanjuan had raised her voice intentionally for her to hear.
Yang PeiMin suddenly felt like laughing. She turned around, a half smile playing on her lips as she looked at Du Juanjuan, "Mr. Du, did your cousin Wen Qing not tell you that today’s makeup for the entire troupe was done by me, including Wen Qing’s."
Du Juanjuan opened her mouth to retaliate, but seeing the confidence on Yang PeiMin’s face, uncertainty began to pound in her heart. She knew her cousin’s abilities... With that thought, her face gradually flushed red, cold sweat forming on her forehead. Looking around at the expressions of the people nearby, she felt as if everyone was mocking her. She wished she could disappear into a hole in the ground. She glared at Yang PeiMin with hatred and eyes rimmed red, blaming her! This sharp-tongued country woman!