Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Beauty in the human world was limited

Jiang Mei Ling ran back to her bedroom, seething with hatred. But then she suddenly heard movement downstairs, so she quietly opened a crack in her door and peeked out.

It turned out Fu Qing Han had sent people to pick up Jiang Shi Yue.

It was still the same group as last time. The capable young woman offered an extremely exquisite gift box with both hands. “Miss Jiang, your formal dress is finished. Later, we’ll take you to the banquet.”

As she spoke, two men in white gloves stepped forward and opened the box. As if handling fragile porcelain, they carefully lifted the dress out.

As the dress unfolded, Jiang Mei Ling-who was spying from the corner-almost stopped breathing in an instant. It was an artwork, an artwork meant to be worn.

It was hard to describe the way it shimmered. She did not know what special fabric it used, but it felt as if they were holding a flowing, watery light in their hands. The color of the silk lining matched Jiang Shi Yue’s skin almost perfectly. If she put it on, it would be like it melted into her skin.

The lambskin lace pattern, made with laser cutting, was exquisitely detailed, stitched on bit by bit by hand.

The overall dress was neither so flashy that it stole the spotlight, nor so plain that it disappeared in the crowd.

It held the perfect balance. It did not fight for attention, yet it drew everyone’s eyes anyway.

Jiang Shi Yue casually touched the fabric. Making a dress like this in two days really did take a lot of effort. She smiled warmly. “You’ve worked hard.”

Next came the styling team’s work.

Her hair fell softly over her shoulders, but there were hidden little touches inside. Delicate braids were tucked into the ends, and as she moved, they appeared and vanished.

The wisps at her cheeks were just right too, adding a hint of playful charm to the girl.

Her skin was snow-white, her brows and eyes looked like a painting. Her lips were a deep red, her almond eyes sparkled like stars. Her lashes trembled slightly, and with each breath, there was a vivid liveliness that belonged only to Jiang Shi Yue.

Jiang Mei Ling stared for a moment. She had to admit that Jiang Shi Yue was truly beautiful. And now she looked even more beautiful, as if she carried a nobility she had been born with.

Jiang Mei Ling bit down hard on her lip and slammed her bedroom door shut with force.

When Jiang Shi Yue went out, Fu Qing Han was sitting inside the car. He wore a dark suit, and in the dim night, his handsome profile looked like it had something to say, yet held it back.

To be honest, beauty in the human world was limited.

Whether it was herself, or Jiang Mei Ling.

But Fu Qing Han’s perfection carried not the slightest hint of everyday warmth.

He was cool and distant, thin in feeling. Whether he stood by your side or not, you still felt he was far away-three parts detached, seven parts like a figure beyond the clouds.

As the car door opened, Fu Qing Han lifted his eyes slightly. He only looked at Jiang Shi Yue once, his expression as faint as always. “Miss Jiang, you’re very beautiful today.”

“Of course I am.” Jiang Shi Yue seemed unwilling to let go as she stroked the hem of her skirt. She blinked and said slowly, “Clothes make the person, and besides, this dress even smells like money.”

The driver in front fell silent for a moment. That was really killing the mood.

Fu Qing Han did not comment. He only smiled a little. He did not look at Jiang Shi Yue again. Instead, he leaned his head back against the seat, closed his eyes to rest, and a trace of tiredness showed on his face. But that tiredness only made his aura lazier, more languid.

Jiang Shi Yue kept watching him.

In her world, genes could be adjusted in tiny ways. But no matter how you adjusted them, you could never create a man this perfect. So in the end, heaven itself was the best creator, the best artist.