The Reborn Aristocrat’s Daughter

After suddenly becoming younger and prettier, Yaxin did indeed attract some trouble, but it was not what she had worried about. Instead, while she was with Situ Xin at BL, she drew the attention of several suitors, and they were the kind of men who were more than a decade younger than Yaxin. Of course, all that came later. "Mom, as long as you’re happy, that’s what matters. You don’t need to worry about anything else. If outsiders ask, just say you used ’Xin’s’ newly launched cosmetics." Situ Xin was also indirectly advertising her own brand. In fact, even if she didn’t promote her own products, these cosmetics would sell out quickly as soon as they were released. The limited editions were even pre-ordered and sold out before they were all produced.

The economy of Country H was growing rapidly, which in turn continuously raised the consumption level of its people.

"Right, Baby, you’re so smart. But, Baby, that essence you recently gave me was really effective, though I don’t need to use it now. Hehe." After resolving her worries, Yaxin’s mood became increasingly better every time she looked in the mirror. The little bit of insecurity she had felt vanished along with the fine lines on her face.

Upon hearing her mother’s words, Situ Xin thought to herself that the essence had to be effective—it was produced from her own space, and the products she gave to her family were undiluted, so their effectiveness was far superior to those sold in public. As she pondered this, Situ Xin spoke, "Mom, even though your skin is great now, you still need to use regular skincare products. Daily maintenance can be used at any time, regardless of the situation." Googlᴇ search noveⅼfire.net

"Yeah, I know," Yaxin always wholeheartedly believed what her daughter said.

"Thump, thump, thump." While Situ Xin was about to tell Yaxin more, there was a knock at her room door. Yaxin, who had just come out of the bath and hadn’t put on any clothes, felt a bit anxious. "Baby, what should I do, my clothes?" gesturing towards the pile of completely wet clothes that obviously couldn’t be worn as if to ask Situ Xin what to do now.

"Here, this is clean sleepwear. You put this on first, Mom." Situ Xin stepped out of the bathroom, went to her wardrobe—or rather took out a silk nightgown from her space. This nightgown was actually one of the pieces she had sewn while practicing needlework; she hadn’t expected it to come in handy one day.