Feng Xiaohe woke up exceptionally early. After having breakfast with her younger sister, she returned to her room and immediately began putting on makeup. Even though she knew deep down she would ultimately lose disastrously, she still refused to back down when it came to love. She intended to appear before Gao Sijin at her most beautiful, so that even in separation, her final lovely image would linger in his heart.
She knew this was selfish. Perhaps because of this final meeting, he would become lovesick. But this was the last struggle Feng Xiaohe could muster.
“I can’t have your body, so at the very least, I must have your heart.” Feng Xiaohe applied a facial mask. “Little Ai, wait for me!”
She had seen that vulgar video of Gao Sijin and Tsukiyuki Rio before, but the footage was so blurry that Feng Xiaohe never got a clear look at Tsukiyuki Rio’s face. Her figure seemed perfect, but Feng Xiaohe personally felt the rumored Tsukiyuki Rio couldn’t possibly be more beautiful than Yu Qingxue. In Feng Xiaohe’s twenty-three years of life, someone like Yu Qingxue, far more dazzling than television starlets, was as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
Besides, if Tsukiyuki Rio truly possessed a beauty capable of making fish sink and birds fall, why would she need to send Yu Qingxue all the way to China to deceive Little Ai’s feelings? Wouldn’t it have been better for her to do it personally?
Maybe Tsukiyuki Rio was ugly after all. Otherwise, in that video, Little Ai wouldn’t have been begging for mercy the entire time—he should have been excitedly reciprocating. That was what Feng Xiaohe understood about men.
With this thought, Feng Xiaohe’s motivation to apply makeup surged even higher.
“Sister, you look so full of fighting spirit right now. So dashing.”
“Of course. I’m going to see Little Ai soon, so I have to dress up meticulously.”
Defeating Tsukiyuki Rio in appearance had become Feng Xiaohe’s last means of gaining even a slight advantage. The cosmetics that had covered the entire bed yesterday were finally being put to use now.
Cleansing foam, essence, stock solution, hair treatment cream, lip glaze, pressed powder, eyebrow pencil, mascara, colored contacts, face-slimming cream, lip liner…
Feng Xiaohe brought out one cosmetic after another. This was a war between women. There were no ugly girls in this world, only girls who didn’t know how to apply makeup. Moreover, Feng Xiaohe, whose bare face was already sultry and alluring, became even more formidable after using all kinds of cosmetics—like adding wings to a tiger.
Beyond that, to prepare for today’s battle, she had also readied various accessories, designer bags, and form-fitting clothes. She was going to seize Gao Sijin’s heart.
She even imagined a scene where Gao Sijin, entangled and lost in passion with Tsukiyuki Rio in bed, used the image of herself today as a fantasy object. Feng Xiaohe chuckled. Her somewhat gloomy mood instantly felt much better.
About two and a half hours later, it was already noon. Feng Xiaohe looked at the breathtaking beauty in the mirror, armed practically to the teeth, and felt quite satisfied. This was the first time in her life she felt a sense of narcissistic intoxication over her own appearance.
She even asked Feng Xiaona, who was sitting nearby playing a rhythm game on her iPad.
“Xiaona, do you think your sister is beautiful now?”
“Sister, you’re incredibly beautiful!”
Feng Xiaona immediately paused Mash Dash and leaned close to her sister, gently rubbing her little cheek against her sister’s body.
“Sister’s body smells so fragrant too. When you see Brother Sijin again, you’ll definitely make him fall under your spell, and you can also strike a serious blow against that bad woman called Tsukiyuki Rio.”
“Xiaona, Sister isn’t going to fight a war. Sister just wants to see him one more time, exchange blessings, and nothing more.”
“Fine, whatever Sister says. But my thoughts won’t change.” Feng Xiaona said with a serious expression. “In this world, only Brother Sijin can give Sister happiness, and I’ll only accept Sister marrying Brother Sijin.”
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
Feng Xiaohe gently scolded her with a tender tone.
Leaving the hotel, both Feng Na and Qu Xiqian were stunned by Feng Xiaohe’s victorious attire today. Aside from that flawless face, Feng Xiaohe’s outfit today also perfectly accentuated her temperament.
A creamy white jacket paired with a short skirt, red high heels stepping over black stockings.
“Like a noblewoman.”
“No, like a queen.”
“Anyway, those female celebrities can’t compare to Xiaohe today.”
“Wait for my good news. Afterward, I’ll ask Little Ai about related matters and definitely won’t let him stand us up.”
Leaving the hotel, Feng Xiaohe held Feng Xiaona’s hand and headed straight for the high-rise building in Kabukicho 1-chome, Shinjuku Ward. Every step she took was full of imposing momentum. Men approached to flirt with her along the way, but a casual glance from Feng Xiaohe made them immediately back off, as if suddenly struck by self-awareness.
Once, she had used her beauty to turn men into convenient tools.
Today, Feng Xiaohe would once again use her beauty to make the one man she could spend the rest of her life with utterly succumb.
“Little Ai, your soul belongs to me.”
Up ahead was the high-rise building bearing the Tsukiyuki Family crest. Feng Xiaohe had never felt as confident as she did today. The Creator was fair; even without sufficient money or power, you would be compensated in appearance.
But she was supposed to be confident. Why, then, was her heart suddenly racing at this moment? Feng Xiaohe could even hear the rhythmic thumping of her heart against her chest walls.
Her breathing also became slightly rapid.
A sense of unease followed.
“Hello.”
At the entrance of the high-rise apartment, Feng Xiaohe saw a blonde, blue-eyed woman. She wore a classic English-style maid’s long dress. Feng Xiaohe had never expected that Tsukiyuki Rio’s residence would have European maids in service—just like an ancient noble family.
Moreover, Feng Xiaohe felt this blonde maid’s appearance was sexy and provocative, not inferior to Yu Qingxue in the slightest.
“What can I do for you?”
The maid asked in standard Chinese.
“I’d like to ask, does Mr. Gao Sijin live here?”
Feng Xiaohe gently squeezed Feng Xiaona’s hand, masking her anxiety.
“What business do you have with him?”
“I’m a friend of Mr. Gao Sijin. I’d like to see him.”
“Please wait a moment.”
The blonde maid turned and walked back inside the glass door, apparently to announce the visitor. Feng Xiaohe had thought a maid of Yu Qingxue’s caliber was extremely rare, but now, it seemed she had somewhat underestimated the Tsukiyuki Family.
“Sister, don’t be too nervous. Show the confidence you had this morning.”
Five minutes later, the blonde, blue-eyed maid from before came back out of the high-rise apartment. However, Gao Sijin was not among those who emerged with her. Instead, it was someone with a high ponytail, also wearing a maid’s long dress—Yu Qingxue.
Not even a shadow of her imagined rival, Tsukiyuki Rio, could be seen. Feng Xiaohe suddenly felt as if she were being toyed with in the palm of someone’s hand.
“Ah, isn’t this Xiaohe? Long time no see. How have you been lately?”
Yu Qingxue still spoke with the same friendly tone she had used back in Bincheng.
But within that friendliness, there was an extra trace of something strange. Hidden beneath her dark pupils was a faintly expressed displeasure.
“Thanks to you, I’ve been very well.”
“Then why have you come looking for me again? Was the money not enough?”
Though it passed in a mere flash, that disdainful glance from Yu Qingxue was still caught by Feng Xiaohe.
