Although everyone in this line of work wears makeup, a skilled makeup artist plays a crucial role in achieving the desired stage effect. A makeup artist is not just someone who applies makeup; they are also known as "figure sculptors." Under their touch, people become like puppets, all possessing the same humanoid shape. With just a small carving, extraordinary transformations can appear.

For example, now there's Liu Haoyan.

He had a tired expression on his face—because of Su Yuan's reasons, Liu Hao Yan, who had been maintaining a certain posture, was starting to feel his neck getting sore and unbearable. After finally finishing the drawing, he wanted to relax for a moment, but then he was gripped by the makeup artist, who held onto his chin and turned him towards the mirror, saying, "Don't move, it's the final touch-up. Just hold on a little longer."

Liu Haoyan sneakily glanced at Su Yuan by the side before shifting his gaze onto the large makeup mirror in front of him.

At first glance, Liu Haoyan was dumbfounded.

After a moment of being stunned, he finally managed to force out a sentence, "How... how did you draw this? It's so beautiful!"

Under Su Yuan's pen, the originally somewhat childish face took on a deep feminine charm. The harsh and angular features were softened into graceful curves. Pale brown eyeshadow was applied, making the eyes appear deeper and sparkling light adorned the area above the pupils, resembling a starry river. It was enchanting yet not overly conspicuous. Along with the light pink blush and translucent glass-like lips, even Liu Haoyan himself felt that he was beautiful.

"It's simple. With this outfit, there's no need for a complicated makeup look," Su Yuan said without even lifting his head. He guided Liu Haoyan, in his wheelchair, to face the direction of the mirror. Through the reflection in the mirror, he carefully examined the makeup to see if there were any unsatisfactory areas. "Haoyan - can I call you that? Pay attention. When you go on stage later, don't open your eyes wide. Aim for a slightly intoxicated look. That way, the subtle tricks with the eyeshadow will be more noticeable. Understand?"

"Oh..." Liu Hao Yan nodded his head twice, his eyes shifting left and right, muttering softly to himself, "So, Uncle, you're actually so powerful..."

"Thank you." Su Yuan curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly. He took out a spray bottle from the box and sprayed it twice on Liu Haoyan's face from a distance. The liquid fell on his delicate face like a scattered flower from heaven, even starting to shimmer under the bright light.

"Alright, why haven't you thanked Brother Su Yuan yet?" Yang Yue walked over to the side of Liu Haoyan's chair, raised his hand and patted his arm, then leaned in to his ear and whispered in a low voice, "Don't call him 'uncle'! It's very impolite!"

"It's okay, it doesn't matter what they call me anymore." After years of training, Su Yuan's hardened heart has gradually grown accustomed to this title. Su Yuan took a deep breath and began packing up their tools into a box. "This is just a small interview, probably just for show. I'll bring a regular brown wig, and if they don't need my help, I'll go to the coffee shop on the first floor and get myself a coffee."

Yang Yue just prepared to reach out and stop him, but the person beside him had already spoken.

"No problem, I can handle it myself. Uncle, you can go now."

Su Yuan glanced at Liu Haoyan, who was staring at her in the mirror, out of the corner of her eye, and quickly averted her gaze. After organizing the boxes, Su Yuan nodded to Yang Yue, then took long strides and walked out of the lounge.

The door had not even closed tightly when a reprimanding voice could be heard coming from inside the room.

"You stupid boy!"

"Don't you know how influential Su Yuan is? I came here specifically to be your makeup artist! And this is the attitude you have?"

I tell you, if he gets fed up with you, he'll have to find some third-rate makeup artist, you understand? Oh, you're really making me angry...

I don't know who these words are spoken to, Su Yuan restrained his smile and walked out of the preparation area, heading straight to the first floor of the company building.

"Yo, Mr. Su, are you here so early for a performance?"

"No, I've transferred to working independently," Su Yuan politely smiled at the familiar faces in the coffee shop. With a finger holding onto his membership card, he handed it over and said, "One Americano with milk, please. Thank you."

"Okay~" The young man took the card from his hand and swiftly placed the order, his fingers tapping the screen next to him. "That'll be 18 yuan, deducted from your membership card."

"Okay."

Su Yuan stood to the side, waiting for the steaming coffee to be ready. Meanwhile, the young man at the front desk approached, leaning on the counter with great interest as he stared at Su Yuan's face. "Mr. Su, who is so fortunate to have you as their personal makeup artist? Is she a beautiful girl?"

"No, it's a boy." Su Yuan raised their gaze to look at his smile, playing with their membership card in hand. "He's quite handsome too."

"Yo, Mr. Su, could it be that you're in love?"

"...Hehe, boys won't understand."