Personal Makeup Artist For A Top Celebrity - Chapter 037

Personal Makeup Artist For A Top Celebrity
Chapter 037 – Lin Zexi’s Fierce Protection (2)

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People nearby rushed to help her up. Shen Yiyi stood with their support and thanked them politely.

“Who spilled coffee here? You can barely walk through this hallway now.”

A familiar voice cut through the noise.

Everyone turned.

Le Qi stood off to the side with another woman, watching Shen Yiyi’s disheveled state with a faint, mocking smile and undisguised scorn in her eyes. 

Shen Yiyi straightened up and looked at her. After two months, she was still just as annoying.

Carefully, Shen Yiyi picked up the empty coffee cup from the floor, threw it into the nearest trash can, and went back into Lin Zexi’s dressing room.

“What happened to you?” Lin Zexi frowned when he saw her, she had left looking neat, but now half her clothes were stained with coffee.

“I slipped,” Shen Yiyi said helplessly.

“Come here,” Lin Zexi said, a trace of anger in his voice.

Shen Yiyi stepped closer. He grabbed her hand, pulled back her sleeve, and revealed a patch of red on her fair arm.

“You really are…” He paused, stopping himself from saying something harsher.

He called a staff member to bring burn ointment. It smelled unpleasant, making Shen Yiyi frown.

Lin Zexi unscrewed the cap, squeezed some onto his hand, then took her wrist to apply it.

“Boss, I can do it myself,” Shen Yiyi said, trying to pull away.

“Don’t move.” His grip tightened slightly, his tone firm and leaving no room for argument.

Lowering his head, he carefully and gently spread the ointment over her injured arm.

“Shen Yiyi, stay here. Don’t go anywhere. Wait for me,” Lin Zexi said after washing his hands, reminding her before he left.

According to the event schedule, the first segment was the red carpet. 

Later in the evening, Lin Zexi would perform a duet with singer Qian Hui to warm up the stage, followed by the awards ceremony. 

The show was expected to end around 10:30 p.m.

Shen Yiyi had originally planned to sneak backstage to catch a glimpse of Zhang Yuanfan. 

But now that she was injured, and with that annoying Le Qi working as Zhang Yuanfan’s makeup artist, it was almost inevitable they would run into each other.

 After thinking it over, she gave up the idea and sat on the sofa, scrolling through the news.

An hour later, while browsing Xiaohongshu in the dressing room, there was a slow knock on the door.

Knock. Knock.

“Come in,” Shen Yiyi said, standing up and subtly tugging her sleeve down to cover the reddened burn on her arm.

The person who walked in was the one she least wanted to see.

“Yiyi,” Le Qi greeted with a smile.

“Do you need something?” Shen Yiyi replied coolly.

“Come on, we were classmates after all. I heard you got hurt, so I came to check on you,” Le Qi said sweetly.

“Yuanfan just went on stage to perform. He even praised my makeup earlier.”

Le Qi knew very well that Shen Yiyi had become a makeup artist because of Zhang Yuanfan.

 Sure enough, she saw Shen Yiyi’s expression darken slightly, and her own smile grew even brighter.

“Was it Teacher Geng who recommended you to be Zexi’s makeup assistant? I figured, you’ve always had good connections. You’d never be short of work.”

“Are we even close? If you’re done talking, get out,” Shen Yiyi said coldly.

Her arm was still hurting, she had no patience for this.

“Yiyi, I stayed at your place before. Now that I have money, I came to pay you back,” Le Qi said, eyeing Shen Yiyi’s coffee-stained clothes with a smug smile.

“Yuanfan is very generous. I got promoted after just one month, and the pay and benefits are really good.”

“Congratulations. You got what you wanted.”

“Of course. Too bad you didn’t,” Le Qi said lightly.

“Who knows how long you’ll have to stay an assistant before becoming a real makeup artist? Want me to recommend you as my assistant instead?”

“Get out.” Shen Yiyi clenched her fists, barely holding back the urge to hit her.

“Heh.” Le Qi was clearly pleased to see her angry. 

The once-proud favorite had now become the loser, it really was a change of fortune.

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