Chapter 127: Are You Playing Games With Me?

"I suppose you're right... perhaps I remembered incorrectly."

Ouyang Xi tilted her head haughtily, gesturing toward the makeup artist with a demanding air. "Here... a little higher right here."

"Goodness... how clumsy. I'll do it myself."

...

Meng Yi'er skimmed through the materials in her hands. She lifted her gaze to study Ouyang Xi, who sat before the mirror wearing an arrogant expression and lips painted a fiery, bold red. Finally, she could no longer hold back her suggestion.

"Ms. Ouyang, I feel your eye makeup is a bit too heavy. It clashes with the aesthetic of this advertisement; it might not be quite right."

Ouyang Xi leaned in, peering at her reflection from every angle. "Does it? I think it’s fine."

The makeup artist, who had been working on Ouyang Xi, shot Meng Yi'er a look of appreciation. This was exactly what she had wanted to say, but knowing Ouyang Xi would never listen, she hadn't dared to speak up. Now that Meng Yi'er had been bold enough to voice it, the artist chimed in:

"Sister Xi, I think Ms. Meng is right. You don't always need such heavy makeup. A look should be chosen to suit the specific occasion..."

Ouyang Xi cut them off coldly. "What do you two know? The heavier the makeup, the better it looks on camera. I’m doing this to increase the visual impact of the ad. You just need to follow my instructions..."

The makeup artist and Meng Yi'er exchanged glances. Meng Yi'er shook her head helplessly and said no more.

...

Half an hour later.

Meng Yi'er had selected two outfits from the rack and brought them to Ouyang Xi.

Ouyang Xi turned around, her gaze landing on the garments. The first was a form-fitting blue gown, its delicate lace trim accentuating her fair, slender legs and perfectly tracing her exquisite curves. The second was a chiffon dress, a soft, pale yellow that exuded a charming, elegant vibe. The romantic fabric invited delicate fantasies, with its floral patterns and charming white lace accents offering a sweet, youthful appeal.

Beautiful as they were, both dresses shared one common trait: they were quite modest.

This was always a major taboo in Meng Yi'er’s styling choices.

"Ms. Ouyang, this afternoon's commercial shoot involves two scenes: one at a banquet and the other on a date. Therefore, we need different styles to match the settings. I’ve selected an evening gown and a chiffon dress, along with the necessary shoes and jewelry to complete the looks..."

Ouyang Xi cast a sidelong glance at them, then let out a scoff. "...Are you joking? Is this all you’ve picked for me?"

How could such outfits possibly showcase her figure?

Ouyang Xi was famous in the entertainment industry as a bombshell, having risen to fame initially by courting controversy and turning heads. However, those gravity-defying assets of hers didn't look entirely natural, no matter how one appraised them.

Meng Yi'er frowned. "Ms. Ouyang... is there a problem?"

She had known Ouyang Xi would object. It was evident from the way she usually dressed. Meng Yi'er couldn't care less about other people's personal tastes, but for the sake of her work, she had to intervene.

Ouyang Xi rose in a seductive manner and sauntered past Meng Yi'er. As she did, Meng Yi'er noticed her deliberately puffing out her chest, which seemed ready to spill from her daringly low neckline. "These clothes aren't worthy of me," Ouyang Xi said coldly. "Do you even understand fashion?"