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Chapitre 31

"Why won't it melt into your hands?" He Qinglu asked thoughtfully.

“I really didn’t know.” Pang Wan shrugged. “If I had known it was so special, I wouldn’t have used it so carelessly.” She had only used the Flame Needle once since she came down the mountain, when she ambushed the tattooed man in the town. Now that she thought about it, He Qinglu must have been watching her since then.

He Qinglu was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled, his face revealing an indescribable sinister look: "It doesn't matter if you don't know, as long as you stay here obediently and let me take a few out to study every day, one day we will know the result."

Pang Wan also laughed.

“It’s not that I can’t stay,” she said readily. “I just have one request that I hope you can grant.”

"What are your requirements?" He Qinglu was surprised that she answered so quickly.

Give me a face.

Pang Wan stared intently at him, her persistent gaze seemingly piercing his heart.

"Give me the most beautiful, purest face in the world, a face that would make everyone's heart flutter."

That's the ultimate Mary Sue beauty, the perfect cure for making the male lead fall head over heels for her.

Indeed, it was the last straw that saved her from her fate as a supporting actress.

Chapter Seven

I want to be her

He Qinglu lived for nearly twenty years and rarely experienced major emotional ups and downs.

Born into a prestigious family and exceptionally talented, he never failed to obtain anything, nor did he find anything worth his effort. Therefore, he enjoyed collecting unusual items and occasionally seeking thrills by taking small risks—one of the few pleasures in his life.

It has been said that the two extreme emotions of love and hatred will probably never appear in the young master of the He family.

He Qinglu wasn't entirely sure what love was.

But now he finally understood what hatred felt like.

He was absolutely certain that he loathed the awkward white figure now in the courtyard.

"Miss Xiang, teach me how to twist my waist like this? How to raise my pinky finger like a delicate flower?"

Pang Wan followed closely behind his maid, wearing a silly smile and acting cute and coquettish.

"Miss Wanwan, stop fooling around. How can you learn such manners from a servant?" The maid was clearly in a difficult position.

“Why can’t I learn from you? You’re so feminine!” Pang Wan clearly didn’t care about the other person’s predicament. “The other day I saw your back as you walked, your hips swaying so beautifully! I just couldn’t walk like that…” She said, wiggling her hips. “And when you served tea to the young master, your fingers were curled up like flowers…”

The maid's face was so swollen from her words that it almost bled.

"Jindi Luo".

He Qinglu finally couldn't bear it any longer and whispered something.

"Your subordinate is here." A man in gray stepped out from the shadows. "What are your orders, young master?"

"Drag that girl out of the yard and find a way to shut her up!"

He flicked his sleeve, intending to walk away.

He really hated that girl named Wanwan. Ever since the day he pretended to be Wang Gang and got close to her, this feeling of disgust had never stopped.

She not only ordered him to whip him (she was the only person in the world who dared to do so), but also showed no grace of a woman (she held him and wailed in the restaurant), and attacked him with vicious words he had never heard before (saying he looked like a ghost).

Most importantly, she disappointed him.

He had assumed that since this girl could see through his disguise and possessed such powerful hidden weapons, she must be an exceptionally intelligent and skilled master. However, he never expected that she was just like any other ordinary woman, only pursuing superficial vanity.

She agreed to stay here on the condition that she would exchange it for the most beautiful face in the world, and her lifelong wish was nothing more than to become a stunningly beautiful woman who could captivate all men.

How superficial!

The tiny bit of interest I once had in her vanished like ashes.

He grew increasingly disgusted with this person.

"Does it have to be this perky? Or should it be a little softer? Ah yes, yes..." The sweet voice continued to come from the courtyard.

He Qinglu suddenly stopped in his tracks.

—Want to become a stunning beauty? He can grant that wish.

"Wait a minute, go and take that girl to my room first."

He gave an order to Jin Diluo, his previous gloomy expression vanished, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"You want to give me a facial?"

Pang Wan looked at He Qinglu, her bright almond-shaped eyes filled with excitement: "You're willing to make me the most beautiful face?"

In a corner not far away, a tall figure was busy arranging some bottles and jars, his expression obscured by the backlight.

"She must be exceptionally pure and alluring, like a pristine white lotus!" Pang Wan continued to add to herself, regardless of whether the other person was listening or not.

"You really like white lotus flowers?" He Qinglu slowly mixed the paint in her hand, her deep eyes gleaming slightly—she remembered that when she was impersonating Wang Gang, she had also cried and asked him if white lotus flowers were very beautiful and that many people liked them.

Pang Wan pouted. Of course, she disliked the "white lotus" type. The white lotus had stolen her first love, and then the second, third, and fourth male leads. Logically, she should have a grudge against the white lotus. But in this world, it seemed that only the white lotus was popular with handsome men, and she had always longed to be pampered, loved, and treasured like a heroine—just like Gu Xiju was to Sang Chan.

"I want to be a girl like Bai Lianhua." Pang Wan lowered her eyes, looked at her toes, and said softly, "I really want to."

He Qinglu smiled with a stern face, his chest rising and falling slightly.