There’s nothing much to say about Xia Siyu’s looks. She had just washed her face and finished her skincare routine. Her face almost had no makeup at all, yet she was still very pretty. But unlike her usual heavy makeup, the fresh-faced Xia Siyu was more reminiscent of her early days in the industry, youthful and pure, a little mischievous—people would believe she was a college student.

Time seemed to have left no traces on her face; instead, she had blossomed and gained perspective, making her even more beautiful.

Beside her, Bo Yan was the same. In some ways, men age better than women, and at least when Bo Yan washed his face clean, shaved, and had bangs over his forehead, his smiling face indeed carried a youthful vibe.

Not far from them in another hotel, Shang Feifei was also staying, and the photographer had arrived, but Shang Feifei requested that no filming be done before her base makeup was applied. The program team granted her wish, allowing her makeup artist to fix her up first. As for Han Yifan, he didn’t need to walk the red carpet or enter the venue, but since he was recording a show, he did apply some makeup, not too heavy, just a slight touch-up.

But when it came to formal makeup, the program team was considerate and focused on filming Bo Yan. After all, men’s clothing and makeup don’t require much discussion; a formal suit sufficed. But for Xia Siyu and Shang Feifei, the production team knew to keep some suspense, deliberately drawing a curtain in their makeup room, stopping the continuous filming when changing clothes.

Xia Siyu was indeed restless; even through the curtain, her chattering could be heard from the other side. "Ah, my eyelash dropped into my eye!" "Is this lipstick color called ’eat children tone’?" "Is your eyeshadow an eighties makeup style?"

And finally, when changing clothes, she was still complaining inside, "Oh no, seems like I gained weight, can you see if the back can be zipped up?"

Bo Yan was outside, listening with a smile to the commotion inside. Men’s makeup is quick, just a bit of touch-up, he had already changed into his suit. Though there was a bow tie, he didn’t tie it, instead had the makeup artist put it aside, seated outside waiting.

Xia Siyu was causing a ruckus inside, but he didn’t find it embarrassing; on the contrary, he even ordered a cup of coffee, leisurely sipping while reading a magazine.

On the other hand, Shang Feifei was quite quiet. This time she hired a famous makeup artist; she didn’t talk much, instead, acting like a model without emotions, it was the makeup artist who was introducing the makeup look more, and the two only discussed briefly when talking about the application.

Outside, Han Yifan was different; he was naturally a talker. He knew his girlfriend was inside doing makeup, not convenient for filming. To attract the camera lens, he effortlessly started a solo comedy show, his comedic talent fully displayed.

After waiting for a good while, finally, an "OK" was heard from inside. Both Bo Yan, outside drinking coffee and reading a magazine, and Han Yifan, outside goofing off, simultaneously turned their heads. They wanted to see what their newly emerged wives looked like.

The screenwriters also added to the anticipation, there were only sounds of "thud thud" high heels and then gradually approaching, an assistant standing by the door prepared to lift the curtain—

"Ding dong," just at this moment, the livestream went to advertisements.

Never before had the bullet screen been so uniformly filled with swearing. The program group was truly ruthless; moreover, this was a live broadcast! A live broadcast pulling this trick, was it necessary? Get out of the way, don’t block our view of the beauties!

Yet this advertisement dragged on for a bit long, unexpectedly playing for a full minute.

Infuriating many viewers to furiously flood the bullet screen with curses, one minute, the flowers had wilted! One minute was enough to walk the red carpet! Get out of the way, we just want to see the beauties!

Just after the cursing, the ad ended, and the camera cut to Han Yifan and Bo Yan’s amazed eyes.

Though the true leads were yet unseen, from the expressions of the two, one could already infer that it must be very eye-catching.

First out was Shang Feifei. She wore an azure floor-length gown with layers like rippling waters, a faint silhouette of fish visible as she moved. The upper body featured spaghettis straps resembling coral, paired with pearl earrings and necklace, along with blue shoes—completely akin to a mermaid princess.

Shang Feifei was already the cool and distant type, and wearing this outfit enhanced her high-class air. Han Yifan’s eyes were shining with admiration, "Gorgeous, truly gorgeous! You look stunning in this, although you look stunning in everything." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Meanwhile, Xia Siyu was dressed in red. Her fair skin was brought out by her impressive aura; the clothes seemed not to elevate her, but she elevated the clothes. Chen Fan designed it to be somewhat Ming Dynasty attire, but not exactly following ancient patterns, rather a fusion of old and modern. Xia Siyu specifically requested a gender-neutral touch, so mainly using the jinyiwei’s usual "flying fish suit" as a base with modifications. A sleeveless left overlay with the waist thinly cinched. The skirt hem added pleated effects. A deep V at the back, her butterfly bones subtly visible with each stride.

Her hairstyle was also vintage-infused, her hair pinned up yet modified for volume, adorned with a golden hairpin. As she walked in high heels, not only did the heel tap audibly, but the dangling beads from the hairpin jingled crisply.

Luckily, Xia Siyu had practiced posture management, no longer charging forward fiercely as in the past. She walked like the wind, with a sense of tinkling ornaments.

Meanwhile, Xia Siyu was dressed in red. Her fair skin was brought out by her impressive aura; the clothes seemed not to elevate her, but she elevated the clothes. Chen Fan designed it to be somewhat Ming Dynasty attire, but not exactly following ancient patterns, rather a fusion of old and modern. Xia Siyu specifically requested a gender-neutral touch, so mainly using the jinyiwei’s usual "flying fish suit" as a base with modifications. A sleeveless left overlay with the waist thinly cinched. The skirt hem added pleated effects. A deep V at the back, her butterfly bones subtly visible with each stride.

Her hairstyle was also vintage-infused, her hair pinned up yet modified for volume, adorned with a golden hairpin. As she walked in high heels, not only did the heel tap audibly, but the dangling beads from the hairpin jingled crisply.

Luckily, Xia Siyu had practiced posture management, no longer charging forward fiercely as in the past. She walked like the wind, with a sense of tinkling ornaments. Luckily, Xia Siyu had practiced posture management, no longer charging forward fiercely as in the past. She walked like the wind, with a sense of tinkling ornaments.