On the eighth floor of the Elite Beauty Salon, only black card members who have spent over ten million can make a reservation for the exclusive VIP room.
In the bustling downtown of North City, where every inch of land is worth a fortune, to own an entire building for a beauty salon like Elite, it naturally has a strong background.
Most of the clients here are either rich or famous, with the most common being second or third-tier actresses from the entertainment industry. Those who can enter the eighth floor are all from the upper-class families with exclusive spots.
Qin Yao, wrapped in a champagne-colored silk robe, revealed skin so delicate it could be blown away by a breath, her swan neck slightly stretching.
Born into a prominent family and married to Ye Zhan, the heir of the even more established Ye Corporation, her worth has multiplied, and entering Elites eighth floor is more than enough for her.
Just finished with a series of beauty treatments, Qin Yao was sitting in the lounge area, enjoying coffee with several familiar wives from her circle.
Her slender, fair fingers casually flipped through a fashion magazine on the table.
Suddenly, she heard Mrs. Lin across from her speak in a tone of surprise:
"Mrs. Ye, Mr. Ye didnt give you much face this time, personally promoting such a low-profile little star."
Hearing this veiled attempt to sow discord in her marriage, Qin Yao sighed inwardly.
She timely raised her thick eyelashes and looked at Mrs. Lin, feigning confusion: "Whats the matter?"
Mrs. Lin pushed her phone with a thin screen towards Qin Yao, and the screen lit up: "Look at this."
Qin Yaos gaze fell on the screen, and a piece of entertainment news headline caught her eye:
[Entertainment industry newcomer Yuan Zhuozhuo debuts at the peak, Prince Ye Zhan personally clears the way for her, suspected new favorite, the Ye-Qin alliance is about to break.]
More eye-catching is the accompanying photo of a handsome and elegant young man walking the red carpet with a pretty girl in a red dress.
The usually unsmiling man had a slight smile on his thin lips.
Seeing the news, Qin Yaos lowered eyes flickered slightly.
Suddenly, she remembered her own wedding with Ye Zhan, which shocked the whole city and broke the hearts of many girls. Even now, there are still many people making sour remarks, laughing, and waiting for her to be cast aside.
Such a handsome and wealthy man, even married, still has many people eyeing their marriage.
Qin Yao, who has long been adept at dealing with overt and covert provocations like Mrs. Lins, remained unfazed.
Without revealing any emotion, Qin Yao gracefully pushed the phone back to Mrs. Lin, her voice gentle and clear: "Between husband and wife, whats the point of talking about face. They men, they always have to deal with unavoidable social interactions outside."
"We wives naturally have to trust in our husbands."
She perfectly embodied the image of an elegant, understanding, and supportive wife.
However, the reality is not so much about trust between her and Ye Zhan, but rather that Ye Zhan, as a person, has no lingering attachment to beauty and has an appalling level of self-control.
Every time they make love, its like a task.
Even the time is controlled with precision, always forty minutes, and then its over. Occasionally, when hes been away on business for a long time, the only change is in the intensity.
Such a person, can you expect him to keep an actress?
To admire?
Mrs. Lin: "..."
However, seeing Mrs. Lins bewildered and speechless expression, Qin Yao was in a great mood and took a sip of her coffee.
The rich and sweet coffee with a slight bitterness was just right for Qin Yaos taste.
When her red lips touched the edge of the coffee cup, Qin Yao lightly hooked a smile.
Anyone who wanted to see her, Qin Yao, as a joke, should first look at their own husbands. Suddenly remembering Mr. Lins outrageously ugly face, Qin Yao almost failed to maintain her facial expression management.
Mrs. Lins husband was ugly enough, and he also loved BDSM, so Mrs. Lin, who was always covered in little whip marks, must have had a dark heart.
Forget it, forget it, just a psychologically dark and pitiful person.
Putting down the cup, Qin Yao suddenly looked at Mrs. Lin with a pitying gaze.
Almost made Mrs. Lins mentality collapse.
Mrs. Lin: Its your husband who is suspected of cheating, who are you pitying?
Qin Yao pretended not to see and swept her eyes over the others, her tone becoming even softer: "Ladies, dont you think so?"
The wives present immediately agreed: "Yes, yes, Mrs. Ye is right."
"Mrs. Ye is the leader of the socialites and a model for us to learn from. Such a state of mind, we are afraid we will never achieve it in a lifetime."
Over the years, Qin Yaos acting skills have been superb, and her image has been successfully shaped. Now she is the model that all the wealthy socialite wives learn from. If someone disagrees with her, it is considered a lack of etiquette and will be ridiculed.
On the surface, no one dares to speak against her words.
Qin Yao smiled with her eyes and said politely: "You all are too kind, I should learn from you all as well."
Watching their expressions of resentment and forced praise, Qin Yao felt her life as a noblewoman was full of fun.
Others flattered Qin Yao for a long time before casually changing the subject.
Listening to them discuss which new jewelry is out, Qin Yao gave a light laugh.
She had afternoon tea as well.
Qin Yao came out of Elite and was about to end a day full of the tedious and plain life of noblewomen.
Suddenly, someone chased after her and called out to her.
"Mrs. Ye, with your fair skin, delicate features, and small face, would you like to try this years popular dark cyan color, and with a slight curl, it will definitely look amazing when the wind blows!" Elites creative director, Monsieur Manst, held a book of hair color selections in front of Qin Yao.
Qin Yao glanced at the color he pointed to, a grayish-green, feeling a bit implicated...
Her slender fingers casually combed through her waist-long black hair, her smile gentle: "Thank you for the recommendation, but my husband doesnt like me to dye my hair."
A man with Ye Zhans indifferent temperament has a very singular aesthetic, preferring girls with black hair, long skirts, and light lip colors, gentle, elegant, and sensible. He doesnt like strong and gorgeous looks and personalities.
Qin Yao felt disgusted but cooperated, after all, she loved her job, and since she was Mrs. Ye, she would casually cater to Mr. Yes aesthetics.
Its not easy to pretend to be a rich flower when you are a small white flower, but its quite easy to pretend to be a small white flower when you are a rich flower.
Manst looked at the satin-like gloss of Qin Yaos hair and shook his head regretfully: "Mr. Ye is a bit shortsighted."
Qin Yao was not