The Harmful Little Red Bottle

“Excuse me, everyone—is there a reason you’re gathering in front of our store?”

The crowd’s excitement was reaching a fever pitch.

At that moment, a stunningly beautiful girl with delicate features and an innocent charm appeared at the store’s entrance, carrying two cups of milk tea.

Gradually, the shouts began to die down.

It was Lan Ruoxi, who had just returned with the milk tea.

There’s no denying it—beauty truly is an advantage.

A gentle and serene girl like Lan Ruoxi, who instantly evokes sympathy, rarely sparks anger—not just from men, but even from other women.

“I, I, that…”

The man looked at Lan Ruoxi, momentarily tongue-tied. His angry tone dropped three octaves as he said, “You’re from Anjia Company, right?”

Beside him, a disfigured woman saw the man’s weak stance and angrily stepped forward, twisting his ear. “What’s the matter? You don’t want me because I’m disfigured? What are you here for?”

The man’s face darkened. “Show me some respect—this is outside.”

After calming his wife down, the man straightened his face and tried to summon his anger again.

“There’s something wrong with your Anjia Company’s Yuyan Liquid. My wife’s face got damaged like this because of it. Don’t you think you owe us an explanation? I’m telling you, this isn’t over!”

Hearing this, Lan Ruoxi’s face paled slightly. “That’s impossible. Our Yuyan Liquid has passed all tests. We have tens of thousands of customers using it, and there have never been any problems.”

“Besides, the ingredients in our product won’t cause any adverse reactions or harm to the human body.”

“What? You’re trying to shirk responsibility?”

The man scoffed angrily. “I saw it with my own eyes. You expect me to believe my wife’s scars just appeared on their own? I’ve already given you proof, and you’re just brushing it off?”

“If it’s our fault, Anjia Company will never dodge responsibility.”

Lan Ruoxi replied seriously, “May I ask which specific product you used, ma’am?”

“I, I…”

The woman’s eyes darted nervously, and she stammered, unable to answer.

She had no idea which product she used!

An Yi, standing nearby, spoke up, “She used the little red bottle that costs a thousand yuan.”

The man looked at An Yi gratefully and quickly said, “Right, right, it was the little red bottle! A thousand yuan—I wouldn’t forget that! I bought it as a birthday gift for my wife!”

“But the little red bottle doesn’t cost a thousand yuan. As far as I know, Anjia Company doesn’t even have a product priced at a thousand yuan.”

An Yi pinched his chin, pretending to ponder deeply.

The man was confused.

“Damn it, are you messing with me?”

He quickly added, “I don’t remember the exact price, but it was a little red bottle, definitely over a thousand yuan. It cost me a fortune.”

He was clearly starting to suspect An Yi’s intentions.

The crowd exchanged strange looks.

Suddenly, everyone felt that something about this situation wasn’t quite right.

“Bro, you probably don’t know the market. The little red bottle costs as much as a car; you can’t buy it for just a few thousand yuan.”

An Yi patted the man on the shoulder, speaking earnestly.

The man was speechless.

Meanwhile, Lan Ruoxi watched the scene unfold and smiled faintly.

“This guy is really something—always digging a deeper hole.”

The woman suddenly had an idea and quickly said, “I was the one who hid the real price. I lied to my husband and said it was a thousand yuan.”

The man suddenly came to his senses, his face lighting up as he played along with the woman’s act.

“How much did that little car cost? So much money—what a spendthrift woman! How could you dare to blow that much?”

“Honey, I’m sorry. I just wanted to look a bit prettier. I was blinded by vanity at the time.”

“Serves you right. This is karma for being so vain!”

Watching the couple bickering back and forth, Lan Ruoxi said, “Then please show me the certificate.”

“Certificate?”

Both the husband and wife froze in surprise.

“Certificates for jade? For cosmetics?”

Lan Ruoxi explained seriously, “The Little Red Bottle Jade Face Serum and the Little Gold Bottle Jade Face Serum aren’t cheap. When you buy them here, each comes with a unique serial number.”

The man’s expression suddenly stiffened.

“Are you kidding? How could he possibly have that kind of thing?!”

“It was a gift. That Little Red Bottle was from Old Wang next door. We don’t have any certificate, so we don’t even know the price,” the woman stammered, trying to cover up.

“Recently, that Jade Face Serum has been a hot gift item.”

But the lie only tangled itself further, and even the onlookers started to sense something was off.

The man nervously faltered, “Y-Yeah, it was Old Wang, right? Old Wang?!”

An Yi clicked his tongue in disbelief. “Bro, you better go home and beat Old Wang to a pulp! What kind of ill intentions does he have, buying your wife cosmetics? And on top of that, ruining her face!”

The crowd grew angry too.

“This is despicable! Poisoning someone with inferior products.”

“I have a neighbor like that, an old man who always stares at my wife’s ass whenever she goes out. It’s disgusting.”

“Sounds like this guy’s been played for a fool! Old Wang buys such an expensive Jade Face Serum for his wife, and she actually accepted it? There’s definitely a story behind this.”

For a moment, everyone was buzzing with speculation.

The topic of Old Wang, the man’s wife, and the whole situation sparked heated debate.

The man was stunned. “Why are you all talking about this?”

But then he snapped back to reality, furious: “Even if the gift-giver had bad intentions, the real problem is your product! It’s your stuff that ruined my wife’s face!”

“I’m telling you! If you don’t give me an explanation today, don’t expect to get away with it!”

“Are you sure it was the Little Red Bottle Jade Face Serum that ruined your wife’s face?” An Yi asked calmly, pulling a small red bottle from storage and tossing it in his hand.

The man’s eyes lit up. “Yes! That damned red bottle!”

“Hah!”

An Yi opened the bottle’s cap, a mischievous smirk curling his lips, and then made his move.

Quick as lightning, he splashed the serum from the little bottle onto the woman’s dark, damaged face.

An Yi’s action was so sudden that no one had time to react.

“Ah!”

The woman feigned pain, clutching her face and screaming dramatically.

The man’s anger exploded. Grabbing An Yi by the collar, he growled, “My wife is already like this, and you’re still tormenting her? I’m calling the cops! I’m reporting you!”

The crowd’s anger turned toward An Yi as well.

They surged forward, ready to beat the guy up!

He looked handsome, but his behavior was utterly despicable—a scoundrel! A rogue!

Lan Ruoxi panicked and hurried forward to calm everyone down. “Everyone, please don’t get worked up. Let’s talk this through.”

She wasn’t worried about what might happen to An Yi.

But they were more worried that this group might anger An Yi and get beaten to a pulp!

The woman painfully covered her face, crying out in despair, "What kind of luck is this? My face, my face!"

“Sister, are you alright? Let me get you some water, quickly wash it off!”

Several girls nearby hurried over, helping the woman to her feet.

She was inconsolable, crying harder and harder.

She clutched her face tightly.

Hmm?

Why does it feel like there’s a layer of glue on it?

Between sobs, the woman rubbed at her face—and to everyone’s astonishment, she peeled off a thick, black, tar-like layer.

The crowd around stared in shock at the woman’s fair skin beneath.

Her once blackened, swollen, and ruined face was miraculously healed!