Chapter 77

Qiao Chuchu sat in front of the makeup mirror, watching herself gradually transform into a stunning beauty under the hands of the stylist.

The stylist said, "Alright, Miss Qiao, how do you feel about it?"

The stylist had skillfully accentuated her best features, focusing on her most beautiful eyes and lips. The black matte gown she wore gave her an ethereal, misty lightness, delicate yet not seductive.

Qiao Chuchu happily stood up, holding her skirt: "Thank you, you did a great job."

She picked up the cash red envelope she had prepared in advance: "This includes not only the styling fee but also a little extra as a New Year's gift. You've worked hard, happy New Year."

The stylist was pleasantly surprised.

The envelope looked thick, clearly indicating that Qiao Chuchu had added quite a bit extra.

What a generous lady!

The stylist accepted the red envelope with both hands, her voice filled with joy: "It's not hard at all. It's mainly because your eyes are as beautiful as gems. Such beautiful eyes are rare, so it was easy to work with them. Be careful, let me help you walk!"

The stylist carefully supported her arm, escorting her all the way to the door of the makeup room.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Qiao Yue stormed in, wearing a sleek black evening gown.

"I've been waiting in line for so long, it should be my turn soon, right?"

Her eyes swept across the room and landed on Qiao Chuchu. Her displeased expression turned into a moment of astonishment: "Qiao Chuchu, what are you doing here? Are you also attending the ball tonight?"

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As the door closed, she clearly heard Qiao Yue's angry command to the stylist: "Hey, stylist, make sure you make me look even more beautiful than that woman just now, do you hear me?!"

In the penthouse suite, Weisheng Wenzhan and Pei Youchuan had finished changing and emerged from their respective rooms.

Both wore impeccably tailored, perfectly pressed black suits. Pei Youchuan had a black shirt underneath, and his peaked lapel suit accentuated his already bold demeanor.

Weisheng Wenzhan, on the other hand, wore a white shirt with a waistcoat, completing the three-piece ensemble. Though their heights were almost the same, their temperament (personal aura) was vastly different.

One exuded a calm yet undeniable presence, while the other, despite the deliberate restraint of his black suit, couldn't hide his wild spirit.

They both stood at the elevator entrance.

Weisheng Wenzhan glanced at Pei Youchuan's side and didn't see Qiao Chuchu, so he didn't ask further.

Pei Youchuan, with his hands in his pockets, looked straight ahead: "The evening gown I gave my sister, she didn't wear it."

Weisheng Wenzhan wasn't surprised: "Did she not wear it, or did she not see it?"

"She didn't see it," Pei Youchuan replied with a cold laugh: "It was a halter neckline with a deep back and a slit that almost reached the butt. I saw it and tore it up immediately. I didn't consider whether you'd feel bad about it or not. Send me the invoice for the dress, and I'll compensate you."

Weisheng Wenzhan smiled indifferently: "It's just a piece of clothing, no need to compensate."

Pei Youchuan also smirked, his tone sarcastic: "Yeah, a piece of clothing isn't expensive, but at your age, giving a young girl a deep-back dress? That's not giving a gift, that's sexual harassment."

Weisheng Wenzhan didn't get angry, his tone calm: "It was a misjudgment on my part. The dress was chosen by my third sister. She personally prefers sexy styles, and the fabric was as minimal as possible. My secretary bought it, and I didn't check the design. I apologize if it made you uncomfortable; that wasn't my intention."

"But..." Weisheng Wenzhan added with a meaningful tone: "Would a brother have possessive feelings towards his sister's exposed skin?"

Pei Youchuan was baffled: "What?"

Weisheng Wenzhan looked straight ahead, his lips curling into a subtle smile: "Yu Can usually likes to wear very sexy clothes, but even if she shows a lot, in front of me, she's just a family member I've grown up with. I never get angry because of what she wears; I usually respect her preferences."

Wenzhan glanced at Pei Youchuan, gently reminding him: "You're being too concerned, it's easy to give yourself away. Remember to control yourself."

Pei Youchuan: "..."

On the surface, he remained calm, but inside, his fists were clenched tightly, and a vein was visibly throbbing on his forehead.

"Ding!" The elevator arrived.

Qiao Chuchu, holding her skirt, was about to step out when she suddenly encountered the two men: "Oh, you two are together!"

Both men looked at her, momentarily stunned.

Qiao Chuchu lifted the hem of her skirt and spun around happily: "How do I look?"

Weisheng Wenzhan, like a cat, lazily narrowed his eyes, his tone rising: "Not bad."

She beamed with joy, turning to Pei Youchuan: "What about you?"

Pei Youchuan snapped out of his daze, realizing he had been momentarily captivated.

He cleared his throat, his face expressionless: "Just average."

Qiao Chuchu: "Are you blind? I look stunning!"

Wenzhan stepped into the elevator, calmly addressing her: "Yes, your brother has terrible taste. You're clearly very beautiful."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

She grinned foolishly: "Mr. Weisheng has great taste!"

Pei Youchuan, displeased, stepped into the elevator and pulled Qiao Chuchu closer to him: "Don't stand so close to Mr. Weisheng, you'll leave your perfume on him."

Wenzhan didn't mind: "It's fine. I'll be spending the evening with Miss Qiao anyway, so it's normal to pick up her scent."

Pei Youchuan sneered: "No, Qiao Chuchu is my date. You can only borrow her for one dance."

Though he had no intention of giving her that dance.

Weisheng Wenzhan's eyes flickered with a subtle light as he leaned closer to Qiao Chuchu, his voice soft and gentle: "I thought we agreed that you'd be with me the entire evening. Are you going back on your word? Hmm?"

Qiao Chuchu suddenly felt a sense of pressure!

She shivered: "No, it's just my brother who disagrees. I promised you, and I meant it."

Pei Youchuan: "?"

Weisheng Wenzhan smiled, offering his arm: "Then please take my arm, Miss."

Qiao Chuchu, feeling Pei Youchuan's gaze on her, reluctantly took Weisheng Wenzhan's arm.

Pei Youchuan's lips curled into a cold smile: "Tch."

Qiao Chuchu stood there, feeling uneasy, aware that Weisheng Wenzhan was watching her.

When she looked up, she met Weisheng Wenzhan's deep, penetrating gaze.

Even when their eyes met, Weisheng Wenzhan's gaze didn't waver, enveloping her in a... strange kind of look.

It was a look of affectionate love.

Like someone looking at their favorite food.

Qiao Chuchu was bewildered by the gaze.

Weisheng Wenzhan's expression relaxed, as if he had found some amusement.

Qiao Chuchu felt a chill run down her spine.

【The Weisheng family members are indeed all so weird.】

【He looks just like my son, but his temperament is so hard to figure out. And isn't he supposed to be expressionless? Why is he always smiling at me?】

【Please stop smiling at me, I'm scared!】

Weisheng Wenzhan's lips twitched slightly, and he slowly withdrew his smile.

All of this was observed by Pei Youchuan.

He closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead in frustration.

Lou Tingsi was right; the Weisheng family members really can hear thoughts.

Qiao Chuchu was calling Weisheng Wenzhan "son" in her mind, and Wenzhan was tolerating it, even using it to toy with Pei Youchuan.

Pei Youchuan was getting annoyed.

He should have brought Pei Che or Pei Buxian instead; either of them could have handled Weisheng Wenzhan.

Suddenly, his sleeve was tugged.

Qiao Chuchu, wearing a black lace glove, pulled on the corner of his sleeve, looking up at him and mouthing: "Are you angry?"

Pei Youchuan didn't speak, his gaze falling on her other hand, which was linked with Weisheng Wenzhan's arm.

His face darkened, and he directly grabbed her free hand and wrapped it around his arm.

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

Weisheng Wenzhan: "?"

Pei Youchuan, with a look of "let's all die together," pulled Qiao Chuchu closer to him, his expression blank: "Let's all focus on having a good New Year's celebration."

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

Weisheng Wenzhan: "..."