The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

The makeup artist's fingertips lightly pressed with a powder puff, instantly sculpting the young lady's originally soft yet already aggressive facial contours, making them even more striking under the play of light and shadow. A deep brown contour powder was swept diagonally along the cheekbones, defining the rounded angles of her apple cheeks. Her high, straight brow bones appeared even more profound under the blend of gray-toned eyeshadow, like a sculpture carved with a knife and axe. Layers of gray-blue and cool purple eyeshadow elongated her eyes into a slightly upturned European silhouette, complemented by thick, curled false eyelashes, making her eye sockets appear as deep as a cold lake.

The lip brush outlines a full, M-shaped lip peak, while the coral red lipstick blends to create a highly defined lip shape, completely concealing the original small lip line. Bronze foundation is evenly applied to the neck, creating a contrast between light and shadow with the fair cheeks, and the deliberately deepened jawline makes the profile resemble a classical Western sculpture.

When the hairstylist styled the chestnut-brown hair into a retro updo, adorned it with gilded vine hair accessories and a jade hairpin, the person in the mirror completely shed their oriental elegance. The high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, and sharply defined features amplified the mixed-race look to the extreme, leaving only an exotic flamboyance and aloofness in every gesture.

Finally, use a lip brush to apply a mauve lipstick to reshape the cupid's bow, making the originally full lips smaller and more delicate, like a blooming peach blossom, beautiful and luscious.

Meanwhile, the hairstylist was also busy. She curled and styled the chestnut-brown hair, using pearl hair accessories to hold down stray hairs. This not only made the hairstyle neater and more sleek, but also completely concealed the exotic undertones in the hair color, making the young lady's overall look more unified and harmonious.

"Miss, we have meticulously depicted and enhanced all your unique features according to your requirements. Now your overall makeup makes you look like a noble lady from a foreign land," the makeup artist said with satisfaction after completing the final touch.

Zhou Yanhuan then slowly turned her gaze to herself in the mirror. She stared at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face, and a slight smile appeared on her lips: "It does look very similar, but it seems that only these eyes still retain some of their original appearance. But it doesn't matter, as long as the pupil color is slightly changed, it can perfectly present some of the charm of the old lady when she was young."

Zhou Yanhuan carefully examined herself in the mirror, extremely satisfied with her makeup. She gently stroked her cheek, feeling the delicate texture, as if this face no longer belonged to her, but to a complete stranger.

After admiring her makeup, Zhou Yanhuan turned to the makeup artist and said, "The makeup is done, and the styling is complete. Thank you so much for your excellent skills. As for the clothes, I can go back to the dressing room to choose and change myself."

Before she finished speaking, Zhou Yanhuan gracefully stood up from her chair. Her movements were light and natural, without the slightest hesitation or delay. Her posture was upright, her steps steady, and every step exuded a noble and elegant air.

Zhou Yanhuan smiled and nodded to the makeup artist, then turned and left the dressing room, leaving behind the mirror reflecting her beautiful figure, as well as the makeup artist's praise and appreciation for her.

Zhou Yanhuan was extremely anxious, as if an invisible force was urging her to rush back to her room as fast as she could, like a gust of wind.

About half an hour later, Zhou Yanhuan finally completed a glamorous transformation. She wore a moon-white retro cheongsam, which was like a fine work of art, perfectly accentuating her figure. It was neither too slender nor too bulky, but rather a perfect balance of slenderness and fullness.

The cheongsam is made of silk, its soft texture like pearls, shimmering with a gentle luster, giving it a warm and luxurious feel. Several jade buttons are carefully coiled around the neckline, like morning dewdrops condensed on magnolia blossoms, exuding an elegant fragrance while revealing a gentle nobility.

The cheongsam was embroidered with flowing cloud patterns outlined in silver thread. These cloud patterns appeared and disappeared with Zhou Yanhuan's breath, as if the moonlight in the sky was woven into the fabric, making the whole cheongsam more layered and three-dimensional.

A jade hairpin, white as snow and warm as jade, was tucked diagonally into her hair. It complemented her cheongsam, enhancing her elegant demeanor. Her hair was styled in a low bun, with a few strands cascading down her swan-like neck like a waterfall, adding a touch of languid charm.

A pair of teardrop-shaped pearl earrings hung from Zhou Yanhuan's ears. The earrings swayed gently with her every movement, reflecting a soft halo, like twinkling stars in the night sky, adding a touch of brilliance to her whole being.

A white crystal bracelet was loosely wrapped around her wrist. When she moved her hands, the bracelet made a crisp tinkling sound, like a mountain spring splashing, giving people a refreshing and pleasant feeling.

As she walked slowly, her ankles, partially revealed by the slit of her cheongsam, were encased in a pair of plain satin embroidered shoes. The toes of the shoes, embroidered with twin lotus blossoms, lightly touched the ground, like egrets skimming across a lake. She held a plain silk fan, its surface painted with ink-wash plum blossoms, perfectly complementing her overall气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament). A gentle breeze stirred, causing her skirt to flutter lightly, making her appear, for a moment, like a fairy stepping out of a bygone era.

The setting sun's rays streamed through the windowpane, bathing her in a warm golden glow that tinged her pristine white attire. She turned slightly to the side, her eyelashes casting delicate shadows beneath her eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips. She was like a traditional Chinese ink painting, or a graceful Song Dynasty poem, breathtakingly beautiful. Her cool yet gentle demeanor was like the white moonlight hanging high in the night sky—unassuming, yet captivating and unforgettable.

Zhou Yanhuan descended the stairs with graceful elegance, swaying all the way to the living room. Her eyes, like the morning mist of Kanas Lake, were a deep, serene blue, their trembling eyelashes shimmering with tiny sparkles, as if stars had been shattered. The high collar of her retro cheongsam accentuated her beautiful neck, creating a wonderful harmony with her blue eyes, retaining the elegance of Eastern charm while exuding a touch of exotic mystery. The hairpins adorning her hair seemed to be colors drawn from her eyes, seamlessly blending Eastern and Western beauty. With each step, the fragrance of her clothes wafted through the air, drawing on all who beheld this unique and captivating scene.

When Zhou Yanhuan walked into the living room on the first floor, everyone there had already changed their clothes. Everyone turned to look at Zhou Yanhuan, and they were all amazed by her unusual style of dress and her makeup, which was quite different from her usual appearance. Even though she didn't look like her before, they were still amazed.