Chapter 1693: Cloud Boss and the Little Cousin Side Story (10)
Chapter 1693: Cloud Boss and the Little Cousin Side Story (10)
At nightfall, clouds covered the bright moon, and the wind grew silent as the cicadas buzzed.
After sending off Jing Sixth Master and his entourage, the staff on duty at Peach Garden remained at their posts, leaving only Fan Zhengyu and Yun Hezhi in the backstage, seated inside Yun Hezhi’s exclusive makeup room.
Following the recent perilous events, Fan Zhengyu had sobered up from the alcohol and was losing her mind.
She, she actually...
Clung to Yun Hezhi’s clothes and acted coquettishly!
What am I going to do!
She had always revered Yun Hezhi as a god-like mentor, respected but unapproachable, not daring to offend him in the slightest. It was utterly embarrassing.
"Would you like some more tea?" Yun Hezhi glanced at her, still bearing the flush from the alcohol yet his gaze had cleared, evidently sober now.
Fan Zhengyu dared not meet his eyes, merely nodding silently.
"Aren’t you getting your makeup done? Go remove your makeup, sit over there, and I’ll get ready." Yun Hezhi pointed to a makeup station on the side, featuring a large mirror, unlike the dainty ones girls own, yet lined with an assortment of makeup tools.
Fan Zhengyu found herself in a bind, requiring her to remove her makeup and wash her face first.
...
On the other side, coming out of Peach Garden, Jing Sixth Master was inquiring about the handling of the crazed fan incident.
"As per your instructions, it’s all been dealt with; he will never appear again."
"It’s surprising that even Yun, who’s always had his pride, also had a day to ask for help. He’s not close to anyone in Beijing, being closest to our family. If he gets married or proposes in the future, with my mother’s fondness for him, she’d definitely intervene, not needing to plead for my help."
"Would you, would you really agree to this?" The Jing Family member cautiously inquired.
"What’s the issue?"
"When dealing with that fan, we learned the lady’s name is Fan Zhengyu."
Jing Hanchuan pondered and nodded, commenting simply:
"That’s a nice name."
Jing Family member: "..."
"She’s a music student, quite a match with Yun, though we’re unsure of her age." Fan Zhengyu had a performance tonight; her stage makeup was heavier, giving her a somewhat mature appearance.
"She, she is Jinsang’s cousin."
Jing Hanchuan’s smile froze—Jiang Jinsang’s cousin?
Why didn’t Yun Hezhi mention this earlier?
His circle, and Jiang Jinsang’s circle are incompatible, they don’t usually mingle. How on earth would he help with marriages and proposals? How would he intervene?
Isn’t this setting him up for trouble?
Recalling someone who earlier warned him about his daughter being stolen, he felt increasingly that Yun Hezhi was quite something, relying on his mother for support; otherwise, he would have ended as fish fertilizer in their backyard long ago.
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Inside Peach Garden
Having removed her makeup and washed her face, Fan Zhengyu sat at the makeup mirror. Yun Hezhi’s room was quite complete, even having makeup removers. With her face fresh and clean, she felt more awake, sitting uneasily in front of Yun Hezhi.
"I’ll just apply something simple for you, give you a feel of it, but we’ll skip the tied head part, considering it’s too late."
In Beijing Opera, the tied head is crucial.
Fan Zhengyu nodded. Just thinking about her audacity in acting coquettishly with Yun Hezhi made her feel utterly ashamed, so much so that she didn’t even hear Yun Hezhi’s instruction to lift her head.
She only felt a gentle grasp on her chin, lifting her face, her wandering gaze meeting his directly.
His gaze was direct, under the bright light of the makeup mirror, reflecting like dazzling flames, consuming everything around and thinning the air.
Fan Zhengyu suddenly found her breath unsteady.
A warmth spread from her chin via his fingertips, rapidly sharing across her face.
Applying makeup required closeness, yet Yun Hezhi seemed even closer, their breathing intertwining, leaving Fan Zhengyu too nervous to breathe, distracted by memories of being held in his embrace...
His arm clamped tightly around her waist, his palm on her nape.
Her face turned even more crimson.
"Are you feeling hot?" Yun Hezhi’s face was almost within reach, his breath enveloping her, something indescribable filled the makeup room.
This was his domain, marked by his presence everywhere.
Fan Zhengyu seemed enveloped by him, with nowhere to escape.
The night’s events replayed in her mind, her face...
Burned even hotter with blush.
"I, I..." She tried to tell herself not to panic, yet this warmth roasted her throat, rendering her speechless.
"This late at night, you allow me to do your makeup; you truly aren’t afraid."