"That's right, it's me. Mrs. Fang, long time no see." Mrs. Chen nodded.
It really was Mrs. Chen!
Mrs. Fang frowned deeply. "Mrs. Chen, why are you still wearing a veil?"
Mrs. Chen shook her head helplessly and smiled. "Given the current condition of my face, it's better to keep the veil on."
Keeping the veil on for now would make the reveal much more impactful later.
This promotional effect would be far better than simply walking into the banquet hall without it.
Since she was helping promote the products of Jiang Yutong's company, she had to maximize the publicity.
Hearing Mrs. Chen's words, Mrs. Fang stumbled slightly.
Based on what Mrs. Chen implied, her face hadn't recovered yet...
It was over.
It seemed that Jiang Tong Company's ointment was ineffective.
The faces of the other wealthy ladies also showed disappointment.
"It looks like our faces can't be restored with this ointment."
"Sigh, I heard Jiang Yutong speak so confidently back then. I thought this ointment could really restore our faces. I wasted so much time looking forward to it."
"Are our faces going to be like this for the rest of our lives??"
Despair colored the faces of each wealthy lady.
If their faces remained like this, their lives were over.
Jiang Yutong, wearing an evening gown and a face mask, had sneaked into the banquet.
Hearing their conversation, she calmly sat down on a sofa to the side.
Mrs. Chen had already said her face was mostly recovered, and she trusted the ointment Little Xuan had developed. It certainly wasn't useless as these ladies claimed.
As for why Mrs. Chen was wearing a veil, she likely had her own plans.
She just needed to sit back and watch the show.
Thinking of something, Jiang Yutong sent a message to Lin Xuan.
[Mr. Lin, I'm currently at Mrs. Fang's birthday banquet. Mrs. Chen will soon reveal the truth about our skincare products. Do you want to come and watch the show?]
Before long, Lin Xuan replied.
[No need. I prefer watching the drama with the Lin family.]
[Alright then.]
Jiang Yutong felt a bit glum.
It seemed there was no chance to meet Little Xuan this time either.
"Mrs. Fang," Mrs. Chen asked with a smile, "I'd like to bring these reporters over to take some photos of me. Is that okay?"
"Of course, no problem."
Mrs. Fang forced a very ugly smile onto her lips. "Mrs. Chen, you really are optimistic."
If she were Mrs. Chen, she wouldn't dare step out of her house right now.
Her own face was starting to break out in pimples. The next step would likely be redness and rotting.
She found it hard to face her future self; how could she be as optimistic as Mrs. Chen?
Mrs. Chen smiled. "If I'm not optimistic, should I just blame everyone and everything every day?"
"I still think you have a great mindset, Mrs. Chen," Mrs. Fang said.
If her face couldn't recover, she would become like a bitter woman, complaining all day long.
"Actually, it's not really about having a good mindset. As for why I say that, Mrs. Fang, you'll find out soon enough." Mrs. Chen smiled.
Confusion appeared on Mrs. Fang's face.
What did Mrs. Chen mean?
The banquet officially began.
Mrs. Fang walked onto the stage. "Thank you all for coming to my birthday party. I'm not in the best mood today, so I won't say much. I hope everyone has a pleasant evening."
Scattered applause rang out.
Basically, these wealthy ladies hadn't gone out much since their faces started having problems.
Also, Mrs. Fang and Mrs. Chen were good friends, but no matter how she asked, Mrs. Chen wouldn't come out to see her. She had no choice but to host this birthday banquet.
Mrs. Fang hosting the party, and the other ladies attending, was all because they wanted to see the status of Mrs. Chen's recovery.
Now that they knew the ointment had no effect on facial recovery, they all wanted to go home immediately. Who was in the mood for a party?
However, to give Mrs. Fang some face, they planned to stay a little longer before leaving.
"When do you plan to leave?" one wealthy lady asked a friend. "I'm planning to go now. I really don't have the mood for this."
"Wait another five minutes. Mrs. Fang invited me, and if I leave too early, I'm worried she'll overthink it."
"That works. I'll leave a bit later too."
One after another, the wealthy ladies wanted to leave.
Mrs. Chen finally approached Mrs. Fang and asked, "Mrs. Fang, I wonder if I could say a few words on the banquet stage?"
"Of course." Mrs. Fang nodded.
Mrs. Chen's family background was good, and the two of them got along quite well.
She would certainly grant Mrs. Chen this courtesy.
"Thank you, Mrs. Fang."
Mrs. Chen lifted the skirt of her evening gown and walked onto the stage.
Click.
Click.
The invited reporters and photographers constantly took photos and videos of Mrs. Chen.
"Mrs. Chen said if we came, we'd definitely capture something useful. I wonder what it is?" one reporter asked curiously.
The other reporter was also very curious.
"I don't know either, but Mrs. Chen should be revealing it to us very soon," he said.
Mrs. Chen looked at the audience and said with a smile, "Everyone must be very curious about how my face has recovered."
The wealthy ladies pursed their lips.
How could it have recovered? It must be bad.
If it had recovered well, why would she still be wearing a veil?
Although they thought this, the ladies still stared intently at Mrs. Chen's face.
Mrs. Chen's words ignited a spark of expectation in their hearts.
Could it be that Mrs. Chen's face really had recovered a little?
Otherwise, she probably wouldn't have said something like that.
The two reporters also perked up.
Recently, many people had developed issues after using Lin Qingwan's company's skincare products, and many were pinning their hopes on this recovery ointment developed by Jiang Yutong's company.
Regardless of whether her face had recovered, if today's event was exposed, it would definitely bring a huge wave of traffic.
"Shoot carefully. I'm certain this news today will bring us high traffic," the reporter instructed.
Such opportunities were hard to come by.
Moreover, only their two media outlets knew about it, so the competition was small; no one else was fighting them for this traffic.
"Don't worry," the photographer promised. "I'll make sure to capture it well!"
Mrs. Fang couldn't wait to ask, "Mrs. Chen, why are you suddenly bringing this up?"
Mrs. Chen said mysteriously, "Mrs. Fang, you'll know in a moment."
"Okay."
Mrs. Fang suppressed her impatience and continued to listen.
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
