The group of seven were all eating.

The stylists held their bowls, eating bite after bite, their faces a picture of pure satisfaction.

’No wonder these two don’t drink Nutrient Liquid,’ they thought. ’Compared to a meal like this, Nutrient Liquid is practically foot-washing water.’

Everyone ate quickly. Jiang Qiuqiu had to wear a formal gown that evening, so she was worried about her stomach sticking out if she ate too much. She didn’t eat much before setting down her chopsticks.

After she finished, the stylists were done eating as well. An assistant robot cleaned up the area. At 12:40 PM, the makeup session for the annual meeting officially began.

These stylists were top socialite stylists Little President Qian had hired from the Federation. They were renowned throughout the socialite world, exceptionally skilled at accentuating their clients’ best features. They had created hundreds of looks, and nearly every single one had been a success.

They were seasoned professionals who worked quickly and efficiently.

"Alright, let’s start with the base makeup. Miss Jiang, you have a wonderful complexion, so we only need to apply a very light, thin layer. Before the foundation, we’ve picked out a color similar to the natural flush on your cheeks to dust across your face and the tip of your nose."

"As for your eyebrows, we’ll define a standard shape and clean up the rest—"

The stylists’ hands moved like paintbrushes, sweeping lightly across Jiang Qiuqiu’s face. Soon, subtle changes began to appear.

At first glance, it seemed like nothing had changed, but upon closer inspection, it felt as though everything had.

Her features grew more defined. She wore colored contacts, but only a shade of brown slightly lighter than her natural eye color. The difference wasn’t drastic, but it added a certain translucence and clarity to her gaze.

But those eyes, combined with the subtle changes to her brow and eye area, gave Jiang Qiuqiu a whole new aura.

"Miss Jiang already has a great foundation to work with."

"Our job is really just to enhance it. We don’t need to change the shape of her features at all, just add a bit of atmosphere with things like blush, highlights, contour, and the colored contacts to create a unified style—"

As they spoke, their hands moved at a dizzying pace, and the look quickly came together.

After the makeup came the hair. They were all masters of their craft, and in less than half an hour, the hairstyle was complete.

With one look complete, the stylists led Jiang Qiuqiu to a small photo booth set up at the side of the hall and began a flurry of photography.

After each round of photos, they would carefully review the pictures and make subtle adjustments to the makeup and hair.

Only after three or four such adjustments were the stylists finally satisfied.

Now they could finally rest for a while. Little President Qian was on his way from home. Once he arrived, they would do a quick touch-up on her makeup, and then they could all head out.

The wait was quiet. Everyone was busy scrolling through their terminals when Jiang Qiuqiu’s vibrated twice.

’There was only one person whose messages made it vibrate.’ Jiang Qiuqiu’s thoughts immediately turned to him. She tapped open her personal communicator. ’It’s him!’

Black Hole: You’re not home. Are you in that white Rt Hovercar parked outside?

Jiang Qiuqiu: You’re back!

Black Hole: Yeah, I’m back.

Black Hole: Are you about to head out? Is it a bad time to see anyone?

Jiang Qiuqiu: Not at all! I’ll have someone open the door. You can come right in!

After sending her reply, Jiang Qiuqiu asked Meimei to get the door.

"This dress is a little restrictive. Sister Mingmei, could you get the door for me?"

"Sure. Who is it? The one who took care of you when you were sick?"

"Yeah," Jiang Qiuqiu affirmed. "He’s back from his business trip and came to see me about something."

"I’ll go right away then!"

She hurried to the door and pressed the button to open it.