CHAPTER 463: 187 FACE TO

Yan Lu couldn’t help but say, "Come on, An’an, just think of it as a unique experience. Yu’e and I will accompany you, okay?"

Gao Yuyue and Yan Lu each grabbed Shen You’an’s arms, playfully coaxing her.

With years of makeup experience, Zhao Bingbing could tell that this girl in black wasn’t hiding herself because she looked unpleasant. Quite the opposite—she was probably stunningly beautiful, the type who left people speechless. She was intrigued and curious to see the face behind the mask.

Yet no matter how much the pair cajoled or pleaded, Shen You’an, who usually softened quickly, remained unmoved this time, stubborn as if she had eaten a weight and dead set on her decision.

Gao Yuyue tossed the costume onto the nearby rack. "Forget it, I’m not filming either."

Yan Lu silently set down the costume in her own hands.

Zhao Bingbing thought: This won’t do, Brother Jie’s going to get chewed out by Director Huang.

"Miss, please don’t! Just give it a try—filming can be so much fun! You can even appear on TV. If you’re interested in acting, Brother Jie has all the right connections. Don’t miss out on this fantastic opportunity!"

Gao Yuyue frantically gestured at Zhao Bingbing, warning her to stop. The more she pushed Shen You’an, the less likely Shen would agree.

Gao Yuyue had figured it out: Shen You’an loathed being the center of attention and hated standing out in the crowd. Otherwise, with her face and aura, she’d undeniably turn heads wherever she went.

But why did she cover herself so tightly, behaving almost as if terrified of revealing her stunning looks? It was likely to avoid unwanted attention and trouble—things like obnoxious admirers and the dangers her beauty could attract. After all, the world was full of shameless, self-important men.

In this respect, Gao Yuyue had to admit Shen You’an was incredibly clever.

Upon this realization, Gao Yuyue suddenly slapped her own forehead.

What was she thinking, acting like a fool?

"Forget it, forget it. If An’an doesn’t want to do it, we won’t force her. Lu Lu, let’s go try the costumes ourselves. An’an, you can wait for us here."

Gao Yuyue hugged the costume and dragged Yan Lu toward the fitting room. Li Xing’s other assistant, Yuanyuan, followed them inside.

Zhao Bingbing kept trying to persuade her: "Miss, you have such an amazing figure! If you put on this gorgeous outfit, it’ll look absolutely stunning on you. Won’t you just give it a try? You don’t even have to go on camera. Did you know this Butterfly Water Lily Dress was personally designed and stitched by Brother Xing himself? It’s a one-of-a-kind masterpiece, his prized creation. Other people would kill for the chance to wear it!"

No matter how much Zhao Bingbing talked, Shen You’an remained unmoved.

Li Xing waved his hand dismissively. "Forget it, forget it. Looks like this outfit stays locked away in the box."

Zhao Bingbing’s phone rang—it was Cui Jie calling, asking her to bring the group to the makeup room.

Once they had changed into their costumes, the four along with Shen You’an followed Zhao Bingbing to the makeup room. It was spacious, though only lead actors and well-known supporting roles got private dressing rooms. Everyone else—smaller roles and extras alike—had to squeeze into this communal space.

Cai Ling was the production’s specially hired makeup and styling artist. She’d been collaborating with Director Huang for years and had an excellent reputation in the industry.

Her team was comprised of over ten members, some specializing in makeup and others in hairstyling. They were highly efficient and professional.

Cai Ling’s eyes lit up as she watched the group of young men and women walk in from outside the tent, their figures elegant and poised in costume.

"Where did you find these wonderful newbies? Impressive, impressive."

Cui Jie chuckled. "Picked them up randomly. Please, Sister Ling, do your magic and doll them up nicely—otherwise, Director Huang’s fury won’t be easy to quell."

"No problem."

Cai Ling’s gaze landed on the girl dressed in black, her expression subtly shifting.

Cui Jie noticed as well and called Zhao Bingbing over to ask about it.

Upon hearing the explanation, Cui Jie sighed helplessly. "Alright then, let’s not push her... Can’t force someone against their will."

Cai Ling chuckled. "Why are you so anxious? Just wait and see what I’ll do."

After giving some quick instructions to an assistant, Cai Ling signaled Cui Jie with a knowing look—the kind of understanding forged through years of partnership.

The four sat in front of the makeup mirrors, surrounded by an array of cosmetics. Behind Liu Runxi and Gu Bichen, as well as Yan Lu, stood young stylists ready to assist.

Cai Ling positioned herself behind Gao Yuyue, smiling warmly as she looked at the girl reflected in the mirror.

"My apprentices have inherited my skills; every single one of them could go solo. Rest assured, you’re in good hands."

After a pause, her tone suddenly turned stern: "Young ones, your skin is in excellent condition—no need to overdo it. Just apply on-screen makeup. You know how to judge the proper balance."