Showbiz: Who Doesn't Like Song Yuqi?

[Only Song Yuqi] + [A subversive makeover for Bai Lu (the harder she tries, the more heartbreaking it gets), designated punching bag, constantly hunted down] Bai Baokun inherited the skills of a master makeup artist. He could make even the most disfigured faces look breathtaking. But with too few clients and low prices, he dipped a toe into showbiz to make money. In just two and a half years, he became an unmatched makeup artist in Chinese entertainment, earning the nickname “Magician.” Thanks to his makeup skills, Bai Baokun became the darling of countless wealthy actresses and rich women. His rates started at six figures per job, and he never haggled. Until one day. Bai Lu: Teacher Bai, I don’t ask for much. I want this makeup look to help me land covers on the five major magazines and an endorsement deal with a top luxury brand. Bai Baokun: ...I’m a makeup artist, not a creator, and certainly not God. I only do makeup. Besides, you only paid six figures, so don’t expect nine-figure results. And anyway, it’s not just your face that’s lacking. While working with Bai Lu on set, he kept making her see black from a bystander’s perspective. What’s the point of doing hand dances? What’s the point of copying everyone else? Don’t you have a style of your own? Bai Lu desperately needed Bai Baokun’s makeup skills, so she couldn’t talk back. What stung most was that she’d paid to hear all this herself. Song Yuqi: What do I get if I become your girlfriend? Bai Baokun: Hmm, 20% off makeup. Song Yuqi: You’re still charging me after I become your girlfriend? Bai Baokun: Don’t bring feelings into money matters. It’ll cost you. Song Yuqi: ...Fifty percent off. Bai Baokun: Deal. Girlfriend, I look forward to working with you. By the way, should I get a cut of the income from your styling and makeup? I’m not greedy, we can split it fifty-fifty. Song Yuqi: ...Aish, get out of here!!!