Personal Makeup Artist For A Top Celebrity - Chapter 038

Personal Makeup Artist For A Top Celebrity
Chapter 038 – Lin Zexi’s Fierce Protection (3)

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“I just love seeing you like this,” she added, then pulled out a thick stack of cash and tossed it into the air. 

Bills fluttered down slowly all around them.

Shen Yiyi stepped forward and grabbed her arm, trying to drag her out.

“What are you doing, Shen Yiyi? Don’t think just because you know martial arts I’ll be afraid of you. This is a society ruled by law, be careful or I’ll sue you for assault!” Le Qi struggled to break free.

As the two struggled, Lin Zexi pushed the door open and walked in.

“Yiyi, how could you treat me like this? I only came to return the money, why are you hitting me?” Le Qi burst into tears, her voice trembling as tears fell like beads.

“Get out.” Shen Yiyi shook off her hand.

Le Qi covered her face and turned to leave, still sobbing.

“Stop.”

Lin Zexi’s voice was calm, but cold enough to make the room feel like it had dropped several degrees.

Shen Yiyi froze, watching him.

Lin Zexi stepped closer to Le Qi. “I won’t hit you today, since you’re a woman.

But once you walk out that door, you’d better watch yourself.”

“Pick up the trash on the floor. If you don’t, I’ll make you eat it.”

At 189 cm tall, he stood over her, his presence overwhelming. Le Qi stared at him, stunned.

After leaving the awards venue, Lin Zexi didn’t say another word to Shen Yiyi. 

She followed behind him, sensing his bad mood. 

Maybe he was upset because she hadn’t handled things well. Was he going to fire her?

The thought made her even more nervous. 

She followed closely behind him all the way back to the hotel, right up to his room.

“Shen Yiyi, go back to your room.” Lin Zexi said, then shut the door, leaving her standing outside.

She was completely shut out.

Feeling frustrated, Shen Yiyi went back to her own room. Nothing had gone right tonight.

Lin Zexi irritably took off his suit jacket, grabbed a glass of hotel red wine, and drank more than half of it in one gulp.

He couldn’t get Shen Yiyi’s image out of his mind.

Her messy appearance, her burned arm, and it made him feel irritated for no reason.

Even more annoying was the scene of her being bullied by that classmate. 

Wasn’t she usually pretty quick-witted? How did she let herself get pushed around like that?

That night, Shen Yiyi’s right hand was injured and it wasn’t convenient to shower, so she simply went to bed early.

The next morning, she was woken up by her phone ringing.

She glanced at the screen: Boss.

“Boss,” Shen Yiyi answered quickly, trying to sound alert.

“Come up. Apply medicine,” Lin Zexi said in his usual cold, indifferent tone.

“Coming.” She immediately responded.

“Boss, you’re up so early?” Shen Yiyi greeted him with a small, flattering smile.

Lin Zexi didn’t respond. His expression was still cold and unreadable.

She glanced at her phone—7:30 a.m.

So he’s up this early just to torture me?

Lin Zexi took out the first-aid kit, opened the burn ointment, and Shen Yiyi obediently rolled up her sleeve.

Neither of them spoke.

He lowered his head and carefully applied the ointment to her arm. 

His fingertips were warm, and wherever he touched, a strange sensation spread across her skin.

Shen Yiyi froze slightly.

What kind of perfect boss is this? He even applies medicine himself…

Even if my hand is broken tonight, I will still do his stage makeup.

“Boss,” Shen Yiyi said softly.

“Mm.” Lin Zexi rarely even bothered to respond.

“Let me do your makeup tonight,” she said sincerely, looking straight into his eyes.

“Ha.” He gave a cold laugh. “You really think you’ve got too many lives to spare, don’t you?”

“It’s just a minor burn,” Shen Yiyi said, lifting her hand and waving it slightly to prove she was still functional.

“If you dare show up to work, I’ll dock a month of your salary,” Lin Zexi said, leaning closer with a sharp, warning tone.

He moved in so suddenly that Shen Yiyi could smell his scent clearly. 

Clean, masculine, and slightly overwhelming. Her heartbeat quickened for a moment.

She steadied herself. “Fine, then I won’t go. I’ll just sleep at the hotel.”

Lin Zexi straightened up. “You’ve already been paid, so you’re still on duty. Go guard the makeup room.”

“…I’m a security guard now?” Shen Yiyi muttered helplessly.

Lin Zexi ignored her, packed up the first-aid kit, and left.

Shen Yiyi glared at his back and stuck out her tongue.

What a cold, steel-hearted boss.

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