Chapter 5 He Styles Me
Not long after, I almost regretted it so hard I wanted to beat my chest.
Jiang Zeyu had no idea what madness seized him, but he suddenly insisted on dressing me up himself.
The moment I showed any sign of refusal, he looked at me with slightly reddened eyes.
I truly couldn't stand that look, so I gritted my teeth and agreed.
"This blue one is pretty. Baobao will definitely look gentle and charming in it.
"The goose-yellow one is nice too. Looks livelier.
"This white one is also pretty."
He hesitated over the three outfits.
After thinking for a long time, he turned and asked me, "Which one does Baobao like?"
I glanced at them a few times, then casually pointed at the white one.
If you want to look chic, wear all white like mourning clothes. This one!
Jiang Zeyu nodded in satisfaction, then looked at me with pride. "Baobao has grown up. You can pick clothes yourself now."
My face darkened. I shoved him out the door. "Go, go, go. I need to change."
He let himself be pushed out of the room obediently.
I had barely finished changing when a knock came at the door.
"Baobao, are you ready? If you are, I'm coming in?" The young man's clear, cool voice sounded from outside.
"Come in." I smoothed my skirt.
After pushing the door open, he walked up to me, took my hand, and sat me down in front of the dressing table.
"What's wrong?" I asked, puzzled.
"I'm here to help Baobao with makeup." Jiang Zeyu lowered his eyes with a smile. The gentleness in them was almost overflowing.
Under his gaze, I couldn't help but flush to the tips of my ears.
Damn it. Why did he have to look so good!
Watching him pick up the eyebrow dye and prepare to draw my brows, I quickly grabbed his wrist.
"Are you sure you can?" I looked at him with doubt.
As far as I knew, he had never learned any of this.
After all, he was a proper Chancellor. How could he possibly learn these things meant for women?
Jiang Zeyu pressed his lips together and looked at me helplessly. "Trust me, alright?
"I received the invitation to the Flower Viewing Banquet three days ago. In these three days I learned quite a lot from the nannies by Mother's side.
"I guarantee Baobao will go to the banquet looking beautiful."
Hearing that confident tone, I quietly let go of a little of my worry.
Maybe he really could. Who knew.
An hour later, staring at the beautiful young woman in the mirror, I was dumbstruck.
Distant-mountain brows, eyes full of feeling, as gorgeous as peach and plum blossoms.
I couldn't help touching my cheek, full of amazement.
He had been far too modest. This wasn't just a simple "can." This was absolute mastery.
"Jiang Zeyu, you're amazing." I excitedly hugged his waist.
"It's not that I'm amazing. Baobao was already beautiful." He smiled and tapped my forehead.
"Alright. We should go."