I entered Huayu Entertainment in 2016.

Chapter 112 Fan Bingbing and Li Bingbing, Bitch

Sister Meng turned to the large banyan tree at the back of the film set, where it was shady.

She leaned against the tree trunk, sighed, and took out her phone to continue scrolling; she needed more short videos to cheer her up.

Then she noticed that two people had been tagged in the bottom left corner of the video, and she immediately sensed something was wrong.

With a tap of the finger, two new accounts popped up, one with a sweet smiling face and the other with a quiet profile picture.

She clicked into each one and watched all the videos on both accounts in one go.

The editing style, makeup and styling, and background music of the two videos were exactly the same as the videos of Zhou Ye she had seen before.

After browsing through it, Sister Meng immediately realized that this was definitely Wang Zianqian's; there was no doubt about it.

She paused a scene from Tian Xiwei's video, zoomed in, and examined her eye makeup closely.

It was an extremely light, almost invisible matte earth tone, lightly swept across the outer corner of the eye.

If you zoom in further, you'll see that the blush isn't the kind of high-applied, shiny blush that's popular in Korea. Instead, it's applied under the eyes and blended out on the apples of the cheeks, giving a pinkish glow that looks like it's coming from the skin itself.

"This makeup and styling is great! I can learn from it!" Sister Meng said with a smile.

She leaned against the tree, scrolling through the comments section of the videos one by one, and found that the most liked comments had changed from "So pretty" to "Can you tell me the lipstick shade?" "What brand is this blush?" "How do I tell my stylist about my hairstyle?"

She smiled.

She guessed that Wang Zian himself didn't realize that his videos affected not only the number of fans of his actors, but also the tens of thousands of girls who were silently taking notes in front of their screens.

Prince An indeed hasn't realized it yet.

While he was engrossed in filming and editing these past few days, he simply relied on his intuition to bring aesthetic trends that had already been validated in another time and space into the present.

Those seemingly light makeup styles that are actually fresh, authentic, and exquisite are like a breath of fresh air in this short video era where heavy makeup still dominates.

As the videos went viral, those styles have flowed from the internet into reality and are spreading to even more distant places at a speed that even he himself did not expect.

Some people are drawn to people like Zhou Ye, some see the potential in short videos, and others are attracted by the makeup and styling in these videos.

A few days later, the 16th Huabiao Awards opened in Beijing.

The media areas on both sides of the red carpet were filled with cameras and microphones, and the flashes of the lights created a blinding white light that illuminated every single person who stepped onto the red carpet.

The celebrities and big names present were dressed in haute couture from various brands, adorned with jewels and looking radiant.

"Ice, ice, ice~! Look here~!"

"Fan Bingbing, look here!"

The moment Fan Bingbing stepped onto the red carpet, the sound of camera shutters suddenly intensified throughout the media area.

She wore a luxurious pink haute couture dress, the skirt of which flowed out behind her, and her makeup and dress were perfectly matched.

The makeup on her face was extremely clear and light, with a thin foundation that was almost invisible. The blush was a light pink that was applied over a large area, and the lips were covered with a glossy, mirror-like lip gloss. Her whole face looked clean and youthful.

She stood confidently in the center of the media area, slightly turned to the side, twisted her shoulders, and flashed one perfect smile after another at the cameras from different angles.

Just as she was dealing with the flashes, another burst of rapid camera shutters came from the other end of the red carpet, accompanied by shouts from reporters.

"Sister Bingbing, look here~!"

Fan Bingbing's gaze swept over her shoulder, and when she saw the person approaching, the corners of her mouth slightly lifted, and a barely perceptible glint of shrewdness flashed in her eyes.

Finally, you've arrived. It wasn't for nothing that I gave you my spotlight.

Li Bingbing, wearing a black velvet fitted long dress, was walking from the other end of the red carpet.

Her makeup was still exquisite, but compared to Fan Bingbing's clear and fresh look, her foundation was noticeably thicker and her contouring was heavier, making her look somewhat tired under natural light.

She was waving to the media area with a perfect smile when suddenly a figure in her peripheral vision quickly approached.

Before she could react, an arm had already linked with hers.

"Sister Bingbing~!" Fan Bingbing flashed a harmless smile. "Long time no see~!"

Li Bingbing's smile froze for a second.

Crimson!

How could you be such a slut?!

Li Bingbing's eyes narrowed, and he immediately sensed something was wrong.

He and this bastard surnamed Fan who mocked his age were mortal enemies.

Over the years, no matter the occasion, the two of them either didn't meet, or when they did, they kept to themselves.

What happened today was definitely not well-intentioned.

It's a trap!!

Li Bingbing immediately became alert, looking around to see where the problem was.

Then her gaze settled on that face.

She finally realized something was wrong.

Sure enough, this bitch's makeup today is a bit off.

The base makeup was just the right amount of thin, covering up what needed to be covered without looking mask-like. The way the blush was applied was unlike anything she had ever seen from any other makeup artist; it looked like the natural pink hue of her skin.

"Where did this bitch find her makeup artist? The makeup is amazing!"

"Oh no! I'm going to be outshone!"

"Damn it! That bitch!"

Just as she was quickly calculating a solution in her mind, a shout suddenly came from the reporters' area: "Wow! Fan Bingbing looks so young today! Like she's eighteen!"

Li Bingbing's gaze shot towards the reporter like a knife.

Fart!

Don't you have eyes?

If this reporter hadn't been arranged by that bitch, she would have eaten!

"Thank you~!" Fan Bingbing replied with a sweet yet charming laugh, "It's just that I've been taking good care of myself lately, and the makeup artist did a great job!"

She paused, gently touched her cheek, and turned to the reporter, asking, "Does this look suit me?"

"Suitable!" the reporter complied. "You look just like a student!"

Li Bingbing stood to the side with a stiff smile, inwardly furious, and cursed in standard Northeastern swear words.

"How many years has this jerk graduated? Still calling himself a student. He's an old cucumber trying to look young!"

She tried to pull her arm away and leave this place of trouble, but Fan Bingbing's hand, though seemingly lightly resting on her, held her in place like an iron clamp, and she couldn't budge it.

That old woman from eastern Shandong is really rude, but also clever!

Li Bingbing gave Fan Bingbing a resentful glance.

Actually, she was just waiting for her to answer that she had reversed the aging process. As long as she dared to say it, she would immediately jump out and ask Fan Bingbing which makeup artist she used.

But this bitch is too wary and won't give me a chance!

Li Bingbing awkwardly accompanied Fan Bingbing through the entire photoshoot, their faces appearing intimately close under the flash.

After the shoot, the two linked arms and walked backstage in unison.

After crossing the barrier at the end of the red carpet and getting out of the sight of all cameras and reporters, Li Bingbing almost immediately raised her arm and struggled outwards.

As if she had anticipated this, Fan Bingbing released her grip just before Fan Bingbing could exert force, gracefully stepped back, placed her hands together in front of her, and a hint of slyness flashed in her smile.

"Hey, Fan, we've always kept to ourselves, what brings you here today?" Li Bingbing dropped all pretense, his eyes like knives stabbing directly into her face.

Fan Bingbing, as if she hadn't just been criticizing herself, raised her finger, which had just been styled with beautifully done fingertips, and pointed to her face.

"Is it pretty?"

Li Bingbing bluntly stated, "With this kind of makeup, you're ready to go to your coffin!"

"Don't you want it?" Fan Bingbing smiled and withdrew her finger, her tone light and airy, as if she were teasing a grumpy cat with a cat toy. "Beg me, and I'll tell you."

"Tch!" Li Bingbing rolled her eyes, her hometown dialect spilling out; "Get lost!"

Just as the two were exchanging barbs, Mr. Wang, who had noticed them earlier, walked over with a smile.

"What's wrong with you two beauties today?" Mr. Wang tried to smooth things over, but his eyes lingered on Fan Bingbing's face for a few more seconds.

Fan Bingbing looks so youthful with this makeup today!

Yet she also possessed a mature and radiant face, with a charm that had been refined by time.

This creates a very peculiar contrast.

A clean-cut look and a mature aura coexist on one face, creating an image that is both innocent and alluring.

That looks so tempting!