My CEO Husband Has Some Issues-Chapter 946 - What were you just looking at
Chapter 946: Chapter 946: What were you just looking at?
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Chapter 946 -946: What were you just looking at?
Fu Ya lifted her eyelid and picked up a lipstick from the makeup table, opened it, and looked at the shade. She instructed the makeup artist very rudely, “Use this lipstick on me later.”
Then she finally answered the makeup artist’s earlier question, a smug expression crossing her gaunt face, “It’s my new song, catchy, isn’t it?”
The makeup artist disliked her haughty demeanor, but she couldn’t do anything about it since the girl’s father was a company director. Even though she felt annoyed, she had to endure and give face to the young miss, “Catchy.”
She said it was catchy, but her interest in the song had waned.
She was well aware of the level of this director’s beloved daughter, who lacked talent and looks. Apart from having a decent figure, there was almost nothing commendable about her, so how good could her songwriting be. Fu Ya was able to survive in the entertainment industry solely because of her family’s influence. Otherwise, with Fu Ya’s “ability,” she would not have made it to the top four; she would likely have been eliminated long ago.
However, sometimes being born into the right family is a kind of ability in itself.
In some respects, Fu Ya had “more ability” than most people in this circle!
She resumed drawing eyebrows on the person in front of the mirror.
Fu Ya herself was stunning, but upon closer inspection, her features could appear mean. The biggest challenge for the makeup artist was how to soften her harsh facial qualities with makeup.
This issue might seem simple, but it was not at all easy to address.
Because meanness was not an issue like too-small eyes or too-large mouths, which could be concretely addressed, but rather a more abstract concept. So, handling it was much more troublesome than fixing a specific flaw in a facial feature.
Another issue with Fu Ya was that her skin was not good, too dark and not luminous enough, and it was also dry, making it difficult for makeup to adhere.
That was also tricky to handle.
She could only meticulously and carefully work on it to barely make it passable.
And this lady, resting on her family’s clout, though minor in significance, did not lack pretentiousness at all. If she was dissatisfied with the final makeup result, Fu Ya would definitely not spare her the slightest bit of face, would give her a tongue-lashing, and demand a redo.
She had made arrangements with her husband to go for steak tonight, and she didn’t have all this time to waste here!
Suddenly, the makeup room quieted down.
Fu Ya waited for a while but only got a perfunctory compliment about her song without any follow-up questions, like the title of her new song or when it was going to be released. She felt inexplicably irked, and although she wanted to show off, she couldn’t bring herself to do so. She could only shift her attention and vent her frustration on her little assistant, who was playing with her phone while waiting for her makeup to be done, “Play, play, play, did I hire you with my money to come here and play with your phone?! Can’t you see I’m dying of thirst, hurry up and go buy me some water!”
The assistant was inexplicably scolded, didn’t dare talk back, put down her phone quickly, and handed over the drink that had already been prepared, “Ya, this is the lemon soda from the store you like, I had it prepared for you a long time ago. I requested the owner to make it sugar-free and low-fat just how you like it.”
Fu Ya hadn’t expected that it had already been purchased and that it was from her favorite store, even getting the flavor right. She couldn’t very well continue to be angry, so she took the drink with a slight frown and not much pleasure, and sipped. Then she asked as if it were an afterthought, “What were you just watching?”
