Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

Chapter 82: Annual Gala

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“Director Shen, congratulations. It’s remarkable howMingda Group has reached its 52nd anniversary so swiftly, and even more remarkable achievements lie ahead!”

“Mrs. Shen, you look absolutely radiant on this joyful occasion!”

The man and woman speaking were Song Yuanshan, the CEO of MT Financial, and his wife, Fang Yaqin, the CEO’s wife.

Shen Chunjiang, with a cheerful smile, gave a courteous nod. “Thank you for your kind words.”

Meanwhile, Yang Lan warmly welcomed Fang Yaqin and engaged in some hushed conversation between women.

“…I heard that the child your family just recognized, will also be appearing today?”

Yang Lan’s smile wavered.

Fang Yaqin let out a sigh and gave her a reassuring pat on the hand. “I don’t want to belittle what you’re going through. We also have a grown-up illegitimate child in our family, and as he’s grown more confident, he has become rather disrespectful to everyone. So, I can relate to your emotions more than most. Feeling uneasy is just a small part of it. What truly troubles you is the feeling of injustice.”

In Fang Yaqin’s conversation, the illegitimate child she mentioned was none other than Song Lin. contemporary romance

Upon hearing this, Yang Lan’s tears were on the verge of flowing out. All the pent-up grievances in her chest seemed to have found an outlet. She spoke with a choked voice, “Yaqin, I’ve been suffering so much inside…”

Escorting Mr. and Mrs. Song to the banquet venue, Shen Chunjiang and Yang Lan warmly welcomed another couple. This time, it was He Hongye and his wife from Hualing Electronics, as well as Qin Song and his wife from Xufeng Real Estate.

At this point, the four prominent families of Ning City, the Shens, Hes, Qins, and Songs, gathered under one roof.

On the second floor, Shen Wan gazed at her reflection in the mirror, her makeup looking rough and ghostly. Her eyes turned cold, and with a crisp sound, she slapped the makeup artist’s hand away.

“You… how can you hit someone?” The young woman’s eyes welled up with tears as she held her injured hand as if she had suffered a great injustice.

She was young and not unattractive, with a delicate and vulnerable appearance that aroused pity.

Unfortunately, Shen Wan wasn’t a man, and if a fox wanted to seduce, it had chosen the wrong target. Not only was it a waste of effort, but it might also backfire.

However, the pain was real.

Shen Wan used great force, showing no mercy.

“As a professional makeup artist, you managed to make me look like this. You’re as good as a handicap.”

“But you still can’t hit me!”

Shen Wan picked up the eyebrow pencil that had fallen from the makeup artist’s hand and placed it neatly on the dressing table. “I understand you’re doing this job for money, and transforming me like this isn’t a simple task. As for whose money you’ve accepted, I’m not interested to know, and 1 don’t really care. Now, you’ve got two options: First, you can continue on this path, but I assure you that I’ll ensure your downfall before you see any benefits. After all, a makeup artist with a tarnished reputation will struggle in this industry. Don’t doubt my ability to do that. While I may still need more practice dealing with my two sisters, handling a mere makeup artist is well within my capabilities. Let’s not delve into anything else; simply being known as the Third Lady Shen will carry weight with many people.”

The makeup artist’s face turned pale.

Through the mirror in front of her, Shen Wan looked at her coldly.

The young girl began to tremble. “No… you can’t do this…”

“Oh, then there’s only the second choice left. Now, take your tools and redo my makeup until I’m satisfied. You’ve done a terrible job, and I won’t let you off the hook. My sisters trying to deal with me will be much more challenging than dealing with you.”

The makeup artist’s eyes brightened, and she bowed her head. “Third Lady, I was momentarily confused. Can we start over now?”

Shen Wan looked at her reflection in the mirror with disgust and said coldly, “Remove it!”

With just fifteen minutes left before the start of the banquet, the makeup artist emerged from her room, carrying her box of supplies. As she walked out, she ran into Shen Yan, who had a bright smile on her face.

They walked side by side to a corner.

“Did you take care of what 1 have assigned you?”

The makeup artist lowered her head and replied hesitantly, “I intentionally made her look ugly. Before leaving, she was still crying at the makeup table, muttering about removing and redoing it… 1 didn’t pay any attention and just slipped away.”

“Well done. The payment has been deposited into your account—precisely ten thousand, no more, no less. It’s certainly easier than applying makeup to several faces, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Thank you, Second Lady.”

“Now, go, and keep your lips sealed!”

“Of course.”

With just five minutes remaining until the banquet’s commencement, the host, sound system, lighting, and beverages were all in place.

Shen Yan linked arms with Shen Ru, gracefully making her way out of her room in her high heels. Just before going downstairs, she intentionally detoured to Shen Wan’s innermost room, knocking on the door.

“Are you ready? The banquet is about to start!”

There was no response.

“Shen Wan?! Are you pretending to be dead? Can’t you even say a word?!”

“Go away, it’s none of your business!” Shen Wan said with a voice filled with tears and frustration. Shen Yan turned and shared a knowing glance with Shen Ru, her tone unmistakably tinged with a sense of satisfaction at the situation. “So ungrateful! Since you don’t know what’s good for you, we won’t wait for you any longer. You can continue to cry on your own!”

With that, she turned and left.

Shen Ru furrowed her brow. “All Yan, what did you do?”

“FImph! I just gave her a little lesson. Sister, don’t worry about it.”

Shen Ru’s expression briefly shifted, and she chose not to ask any more questions. Naturally, she also had no concern for Shen Wan’s welfare, or lack thereof..

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