Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

Jiang Zhuhua did her makeup quite quickly, in about twenty minutes. She did a simple makeup routine, just applying foundation, drawing simple eyeliner, applying lipstick, and setting powder. She only applied a thin layer of blush.

It's not so elaborate that you need to apply various nose and eye shadows.

He hesitated for a moment before leaving, but still took his car keys. He wondered if Huo Wanghao cared about his reputation.

After hesitating for a while, Huo Wang got into his car and parked it downstairs at Jiang Zhuhua's building.

"Mr. Jiang."

Huo Wang felt a little embarrassed, even a little ashamed. Although the car was not dirty and looked quite nice, he couldn't help but think about the price of the car and then looked at Jiang Zhuhua's outfit.

It feels like I'm a toad trying to eat swan meat.

"Help me into the carriage."

Jiang Zhuhua merely glanced at him coldly, then suddenly made a silly joke.

"Yes, Your Majesty. This servant will now assist Your Majesty in getting into the carriage. I have been poorly prepared for every trip. I hope Your Majesty will spare this servant's life."

Huo Wang, speaking in a high-pitched voice and bending over as if holding some rare treasure, held Jiang Zhuhua's hand with a fawning smile on his face, looking quite like an ancient eunuch.

The person's image is vivid and lifelike, and their playful antics are much more lively than Jiang Zhuhua's.

"I do not mind that my beloved concubine is poor. As long as she serves me to my heart's content, I will reward her handsomely."

In a good mood, Jiang Zhuhua picked up the conversation. The two of them took turns playing their roles.

Huo Wang's role suddenly changed from a lowly eunuch to a beloved concubine, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Your Majesty, I love you to death."

Perhaps because he now had a formal title, Huo Wang seemed much more cheerful, and even his previous gentle demeanor seemed like an illusion. As he spoke, Huo Wang winked, giving him a flirtatious look.

It's hard to imagine how a tall man over 1.8 meters could make such a coquettish gesture; it looks a bit disgusting.

Jiang Zhuhua shuddered: "Let's go, let's go. Stop messing around."

He had only thought of giving the other party a way out on a whim, but who knew it would turn into such a show. Jiang Zhuhua was simply no match for the other party's cunning.

Yes, that's the word. Jiang Zhuhua realized that the other party was a bit... something.

"Whoo."

Huo Wang, a smile playing on his lips, helped the man into the car. He stopped Jiang Zhuhua when he tried to sit in the passenger seat.

"Sit in the back, it's safer there."

The passenger seat is not a safe place; in fact, it's arguably the most dangerous. In a car accident, the passenger is the first to suffer. Huo Wang explained, fearing the other party might misunderstand.

"Aren't you afraid I'll mistake you for a driver?"

Jiang Zhuhua sat in the back seat and asked.

"my pleasure."

Huo Wang didn't mind at all, and just smiled in response.

People in this country have an inexplicable love for firearms, and even at this point in time, there are still quite a few of them.

Huo Wang himself didn't know how, so of course he couldn't teach others. Therefore, the two of them found a coach. Soon, the two of them learned, although they still missed the target sometimes.

The two men remained silent, intently focusing on the target in front of them with their professional equipment.

This was the first time Jiang Zhuhua had encountered something like this. Although it was insulated and he couldn't just hold it and spin it around, he still felt a surge of excitement. Wearing goggles, he stared intently at the target above.

After running out of bullets, Jiang Zhuhua slowly reloaded the machine gun, noticing someone approaching out of the corner of his eye.

Huo Wang leaned closer, held up two fingers, and made a cross. Then he pointed to himself and made a thumbs-up.

It means the tenth ring.

Jiang Zhuhua glanced at him, loaded the gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew out, and after a while, the target slowly moved forward.

Until they arrived.

Huo Wang looked at the ten rings on the screen and gave it a thumbs up.

"Compare?"

Huo Wang took off her earplugs and asked with a smile.

I feel like I've been laughing a lot lately.

"Okay. What's the prize if we win?"

"If it's just a simple competition without any prizes, it's not fun," Jiang Zhuhua asked.

"what do you want?"

Huo Wang was naturally inferior to the other party in terms of material possessions, and he liked the other party more because of her personal charm. He had only recently begun to truly understand her.

It's not something the other person would really like in a short time.

So the only thing I can do is ask.

"I can't think of anything right now. If I win, you have to promise me one thing."

Jiang Zhuhua himself really didn't lack anything; his career was steadily rising, and his focus was slowly shifting. There were some things Jiang Zhuhua didn't intend to involve Huo Wang in.

As for hobbies? She has none.

"As long as it's not illegal or violates public order and good morals, it's fine."

Huo Wang cautiously added a prerequisite.

"If I win, you'll have to take another day to go on a date with me."

Huo Wang licked his lips. Jiang Zhuhua didn't think anything of it, nodded, and picked up the gun.

After the prize was set, the two became serious. Huo Wang really wanted to understand the other person and what he had gone through to develop such a charismatic personality.

This personal charm was far more captivating to him than physical appearance. It was like a deep whirlpool, drawing him in headfirst, making him want to plunge in without wanting to escape.

Jiang Zhuhua was serious, but she had no other desires. She hadn't figured out what she wanted yet; she just didn't want to lose the competition.

The two agreed on ten bullets and each aimed at a stationary target. The target wasn't moving; it was a fixed target.

I thought one game would decide the winner, but when we were calculating the final score, the two of them were surprisingly tied.

Jiang Zhuhua became even more serious. Huo Wang also pursed his lips, his gaze fixed firmly on the target.

"Again."

Huo Wang said.

Jiang Zhuhua had no objections.

"Ok?"

This time, when the scores were being calculated, coincidentally, one of Huo Wang's bullets got stuck on the black line.

The two men stared at the hole, Huo Wang stroking his chin in thought.

What did the guide say again? That men who know how to be charming and affectionate have the best lives? Does Jiang Zhuhua fall for that?

Jiang Zhuhua looked rather cold and aloof, not like someone who would readily back down.

"President Jiang, please let me pass, okay?"

Huo Wang leaned closer to Jiang Zhuhua, his voice soft, and tugged at her clothes, shaking them slightly. Jiang Zhuhua shivered slightly, goosebumps rising all over her body.

The bullets were all emptied, and the gun was hung on a fixed steel cable. Jiang Zhuhua couldn't bear it any longer and grabbed his hand.

"Don't be so cutesy, it's cheesy."

Jiang Zhuhua had never seen a man act coquettishly before. She felt a tingling, electric-like sensation all over her body, and a slight, inexplicable tremor ran through her.

But the feeling wasn't nausea, it was just a bit of an uncomfortable goosebump.