Everyone present fixed their gaze intently on Mrs. Chen, their expressions taut with tension.
Jiang Yutong was the sole exception; she sat calmly, savoring her dessert and sipping red wine.
Mrs. Chen gripped the microphone and announced loudly, "To be honest, the reason I am wearing this veil is that my face has not fully healed."
The hearts of the wealthy socialites sank with a dull thud, plunging once again to rock bottom.
They had initially felt a glimmer of hope upon hearing Mrs. Chen's earlier remarks, but it seemed there was no recovery after all...
The two reporters also whispered amongst themselves. "So, she hasn't recovered. That means the ointment is useless."
"Too bad. The traffic for a recovery story would be much higher than a failure."
Everyone felt that recovery was impossible.
If she had recovered, it would be a massive twist, guaranteed to generate explosive web traffic.
"Just keep filming. Some traffic is better than none," one reporter said.
Yet, he had a hunch that Mrs. Chen would not disappoint him.
Mrs. Chen listened to the murmurs around her and smiled.
Let them misunderstand.
The deeper the misunderstanding, the more powerful the impact would be when the reversal came.
Jiang Yutong's company had done her a massive favor, and she was determined to repay it properly.
A minute later, Mrs. Chen finally spoke again.
"Now, I will remove my veil and let everyone see the results of using these skincare products."
The chattering voices ceased instantly.
Once again, all eyes were focused on Mrs. Chen's face.
Although Mrs. Chen claimed her face hadn't healed, she was among the first batch of victims to develop skin issues.
Everyone wanted to see the current state of her face.
Mrs. Chen placed her hand on the edge of the silk scarf covering her face.
She didn't remove it immediately.
Instead, she said, "I'm going to count down from ten. After ten counts, I will remove the scarf."
"Ten."
"Nine."
"Eight."
"..."
As the countdown progressed, the tension in the room mounted.
Jiang Yutong raised an eyebrow.
Mrs. Chen's family was indeed in the tech and media business; she certainly knew how to build hype.
"Three."
Mrs. Chen continued counting.
"Two."
"One."
As the last number fell from her lips, Mrs. Chen gripped the edge of the scarf and pulled it away with a flourish.
Her face was revealed to the crowd.
"This—"
Everyone present widened their eyes in disbelief.
"Am... am I seeing things?" someone stammered, shocked beyond coherence. "Has Mrs. Chen's face actually recovered?"
"It looks like it. I saw her a week ago; her face was festering and rotting. Now, there isn't a single trace of it left."
"Th-this is absolutely incredible."
"I've asked almost every famous doctor in Yundu, and they all said there was no cure. Could Mrs. Chen really have recovered just by applying that ointment?"
Hope reignited in the eyes of the wealthy ladies.
"Wait, could she just be wearing makeup to make her face look this good?" one lady questioned skeptically.
To have a rotting, festering face recover in just one short week was simply too unbelievable.
"I doubt it. With a face like that, wearing makeup would ruin any chance of recovery. Besides, her face was festering so badly; even heavy makeup wouldn't be able to cover that kind of damage."
"That's true."
The reporters were equally astounded.
Recovering from their shock, they couldn't help but ask, "Mrs. Chen, didn't you just say your face hadn't recovered?"
"I said it hadn't fully healed," Mrs. Chen clarified.
The wealthy ladies and the reporters recalled Mrs. Chen's earlier words.
She had indeed said... it hadn't fully healed.
"Mrs. Chen, hasn't your face completely recovered?" Mrs. Fang stared at Mrs. Chen's face and asked curiously.
"No, not completely. There are still quite a few marks. Mrs. Fang, you can come closer and take a look," Mrs. Chen invited.
"Let me see."
Mrs. Fang stepped closer and indeed saw that there were still faint traces on Mrs. Chen's face that hadn't completely faded.
"It really hasn't fully recovered!"
Mrs. Fang couldn't help but ask, "Mrs. Chen, will these marks on your face really disappear completely?"
Even if it was impossible to restore her face to its original state, she would be satisfied if she could just reach Mrs. Chen's current condition.
Mrs. Chen smiled. "It should be able to be restored as good as new. It's just been a short time. In another week or two, it should be perfect."
A wave of excitement washed over Mrs. Fang and the group of wealthy ladies below the stage.
"Wonderful! This is absolutely wonderful! I never thought recovery was actually possible."
"Yes, yes, exactly! The famous doctors said there was no hope for my face, but to think it can actually be cured."
If she recovered, her husband wouldn't run off to find other women.
She wouldn't have to worry about a mistress taking her place in the household.
"Mrs. Chen," Mrs. Fang asked, suppressing her inner agitation, "may I ask what method you used to restore your face? Was it Jiang Tong Company's ointment, or did you find a specific doctor?"
The wealthy ladies pricked up their ears, listening intently.
Mrs. Chen smiled and replied, "I didn't use anything else. I only used the ointment provided to me by Jiang Tong Company."
"It was Jiang Tong Company's ointment that gave me a new lease on life. I came to this banquet specifically to promote my benefactor, and of course, my most important goal is to recommend this ointment to all of you."
The wealthy ladies discussed excitedly among themselves.
"Thank goodness! That ointment really works. My face can be saved."
"Right? I thought I was going to be like this for the rest of my life. I didn't expect Jiang Yutong's company to actually have such capabilities."
"Since the ointment works, their other skincare products must be safe too."
"This Jiang Yutong is truly impressive. To develop such effective skincare products at such a young age... her company's products are going to sell out instantly."
Hearing their discussions, Jiang Yutong curled her lips in a proud smile.
How could it not be impressive?
This skincare product was developed by her own cousin.
He had created the ointment as well.
"Today, I take full responsibility for my words. I guarantee that the ointment developed by Jiang Tong Company can indeed treat the damage caused by the Lin Qingwan Supreme Series skincare line."
Mrs. Fang said gratefully, "Mrs. Chen, thank you for telling me all this."
Mrs. Chen smiled and said, "Mrs. Fang, you'd better hurry and buy the ointment. Once this gets reported, you might not be able to get your hands on it."

his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…

to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."