The Embroiderer's Art of Makeup

She transmigrated straight into a disaster. Just as she was about to climb into the bridal sedan, she was told that the top-tier catch she'd been promised had turned into a marriage to a down-and-out man!

Looking at her scheming aunt and half sister, and her father, who cared only about his career and had not a shred of human warmth, Chu Huaiyu gave a cold laugh. No problem, I'll marry him! With my extraordinary makeup skills, I'll carve out a life of wealth and splendor for myself!

Making cosmetics and opening shops, Chu Huaiyu happily dragged her sister-in-law along as they charged full speed into the business of making money, never looking back.

As for that impoverished husband of hers?

Hey, you better pull yourself together. If you keep sinking like this, be careful, or I'll force myself on you and make you consummate the marriage in the middle of the night!

A certain man once hailed as the most elegant young lord in the capital stroked his chin, deep in thought. Was it really a good idea to work so hard and become so successful? Why had he suddenly felt a strange urge to let himself go? What was he supposed to do?