Proud, sharp-tongued makeup artist guy x clueless workplace newbie girl
He Xian is just 25, yet already a renowned makeup artist in the industry.
As graduation season approached, the teacher who had once helped make him who he was recommended a female student and asked him to mentor her.
At first glance, she seemed sweet and quiet. But one look at her darting eyes, and He Xian knew she was no pushover.
He deliberately made things difficult for her time and again, but she met every challenge head-on, even showering him with all kinds of gifts to win his favor.
"Teacher He, I saved you some strawberry cake. It's really good."
"Teacher He, could I come with you to tomorrow's event? I asked a friend to bring back some local specialties, and I'll give you one."
How attentive.
He Xian withdrew his haughty, disdainful gaze. He had spent years in this world of fame and fortune. What good things hadn't he seen? Why would he care for these?
Trying to buy him off? Dream on.
Until one day, he found a letter on his desk.
He Xian opened it. It was a love letter, describing how the writer had been pining for him all this time.
There was no signature.
He asked around and was told that only Xu Yizhen had been in his office.
His eyelid twitched.
.
Xu Yizhen had barely graduated when she got makeup master He Xian as her mentor.
In the eyes of outsiders, He Xian was elegant and kind. Only people in the industry knew how bad his temper was.
Especially Xu Yizhen, who followed him around every day and was picked apart by him from every angle. She was constantly on edge.
What else could that be but hypocrisy?
When she heard people discussing his sexuality and the rumors surrounding him, Xu Yizhen scoffed. With the way he cared more about his looks than his clients did, he was either one of the girls or gay.
To secure a permanent position, Xu Yizhen took someone's advice and tried to win him over with gifts.
She wrapped up leftover cake from the night before and gave it to him, passed along the extra souvenirs she'd bought, and gave him anything that wasn't useful but looked presentable.
All while wearing her most demure, ingratiating smile.
One day, a letter that seemed to be from one of his fans arrived on her desk. Xu Yizhen handed it to He Xian, then solemnly emphasized the fan's feelings: "This is important. You have to read it."
After that, the Great Demon King's gaze grew gentler and gentler whenever he looked at her.
Could it be that her sincerity had touched him?
P.S. The letter wasn't from a fan. It was a love letter someone else had written to the heroine, but she misunderstood.
Theme: My heart is my own, and therefore free
