They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Wu Ziyan took a step back, and Mo Baiyun rushed forward to block them. Changsun Boyou looked down at Wu Ziyan, who said, "Then I should also call him 'brother'." [Too handsome, can't look too much!]

Wu Ziyan bowed and then went inside to discuss important matters. Changsun Boyou, however, was in a daze, recalling Wu Ziyan's words to him that he was very handsome, his eyes filled with utmost sincerity.

"My brother really helped us today; his trick of attracting butterflies made everyone rush to buy them." Changsun Bozong gave Wu Ziyan a look.

"Ah, but this didn't attract any butterflies." Wu Ziyan was also curious about how she did it. Did she have the physique of a Fragrant Concubine?

"Give me the money, and I'll give you the prescription." Changsun Boyu sat down on the stool and began fiddling with his fingers, his words slow and leisurely.

Wu Ziyan thought to herself, "Great, here comes another money-sharing opportunity." But on her face, she smiled and said, "How about Brother Boyu comes to this shop and you manage it? I'll give you a monthly salary then. Isn't that much more profitable than a one-off deal?"

Changsun Boyu was taken aback. What was she up to? What did she mean by that? But Wu Ziyan was a woman of action. She was just worried about not having a suitable person to manage the shop.

Seeing her signal, Mo Baiyun brought out pen and ink to write a document. Wu Ziyan then hurriedly pressed her fingerprint on it and handed it to Changsun Boyou. Everyone was stunned by this action.

"Employment contract. You are now the owner of this store. I will take 10% of the profits each month, but you have to come to the store every day and do makeup for male customers." Without waiting for his agreement, she started to explain the terms of the contract.

Before Changsun Boyu could speak, Changsun Bozong agreed: "Good brother, studying makeup and costumes is what you love, so why stay at home every day?"

"But I... wasn't born with a good-looking face like you guys." Although he tried his best to pretend he didn't care, the rumors still stung after a while!

“You’re clearly very beautiful, it’s just that they can’t appreciate it!” Wu Ziyan said this without any restraint, her eyes fixed on Changsun Boyu’s face, her throat bobbing as she swallowed, making him blush.

"You're making fun of me, Fourth Princess!" Changsun Boyou covered his face, stood up, went out, and got into the carriage. Wu Ziyan didn't know what she had done wrong, but she was speaking her mind.

Changsun Bozong exclaimed and chased after him. Mo Baiyun whispered in Wu Ziyan's ear, "Master, you are insulting him. He looks like a woman, yet you still say such things. You have probably offended him completely."

Wu Ziyan stared at Mo Baiyun, her face clearly showing her confusion. She still didn't understand what she had done wrong.

What?! In her eyes, this is handsome? And she's not happy about it? She pouted, put away the receipt, and went home.

Inside the Changsun family carriage, Changsun Bozong said, "Brother! That's really not what she meant. Besides, she's probably too embarrassed to say anything to you. Aren't you two exactly opposites?"

Changsun Boyu looked up at him and asked, "Brother, do I look like something's wrong?"

Changsun Bozong shook his head and stopped talking. He could usually guess what Changsun Boyou was thinking, but this time he really didn't expect it.

Even now, Changsun Boyu's heart is still pounding. He doesn't know what kind of feeling this is. Just like his usual research on cosmetics, he has developed an interest in studying Wu Ziyan.

Perhaps, in some cases, it is true, as his brother said, that he and Wu Ziyan are the same kind of people, but how come Wu Ziyan is so confident and charming?

Without thinking further, Wu Ziyan stretched and got off the carriage, exhausted. She lost her balance on the steps and leaned back, grabbing at something in a panic. Mo Baiyun didn't have time to stop her.

When Wu Ziyan regained her footing and turned around to look at the person she had grabbed, she was stunned. His clothes had been half-pulled onto his shoulder. Han Yuxiu's face was dark, and he was clutching the medicine box tightly in his hand. Mo Baiyun shouted, "Master Sima! Master is seeing another man outside!"

Wu Ziyan steadied herself, took two steps forward and covered Mo Baiyun's mouth, bowing and scraping to Han Yuxiu in apology. Han Yuxiu pulled his clothes up and said, "Lord Qingxian! You really are as rumored! Completely lacking in manners."

Wu Ziyan didn't react immediately, thinking that this person was just standing at their door and had started cursing at her like that. Then she whispered in Mo Baiyun's ear, "By the way, who is this young master again? He looks kind of familiar."

"Master, have you gone mad? You just met Han Yuxiu, the young physician Han, the one who treated Master Sima." Mo Baiyun didn't know if Wu Ziyan genuinely didn't remember or was just pretending.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. You changed your clothes, and it was a bit dark, so I almost didn't recognize you. I'm really sorry," Wu Ziyan said with an apologetic smile, feeling extremely embarrassed.

"Here's the medicine you wanted. I'm leaving." Han Yuxiu shoved the medicine box into Mo Baiyun's arms and turned to leave.

Wu Ziyan said, "Hey, how about... we go in and have a cup of tea?"

"Hmph! I wouldn't dare go in." His gaze towards Wu Ziyan even held a hint of resentment.

After saying that, Han Yuxiu quickened his pace and left, his ears turning red. Just now, for a moment, he was stunned. Wu Ziyan, that guy, was small in stature, acted cleverly, and spoke in a way that was hard to understand, yet his mother was still... Han Yuxiu muttered to himself as he walked back.

Mo Baiyun carried the medicine box, and Wu Ziyan scolded him: "Well, little Yun'er, you didn't help me, but you made me look bad, and you even wanted to tattle on me. You've got some nerve." As she spoke, she was about to reach out and pinch his face.

Sima Lingchuan happened to come out to take a look, and Mo Baiyun darted to his side like a monkey, acting coquettishly: "Master, Master, she...she." She looked aggrieved. Wu Ziyan rubbed his temples. This guy must be an actor. His acting skills come on so easily and seamlessly.

Sima Lingchuan gently stroked Mo Baiyun's head and looked at Wu Ziyan with a worried expression: "Ziyan, did you bully Xiaoyun again?"

Wu Ziyan was speechless. She remained silent, but walked closer and patted Mo Baiyun's shoulder, whispering, "You just wait."

Then she turned to Sima Lingchuan with a smile and said, "Lingchuan, I'm so tired. It's lunchtime. Let's go eat something."

"I'm so hungry too," Mo Baiyun muttered, with a hint of coquetry in her voice.

"Let him go hungry!" Wu Ziyan, holding Sima Lingchuan's hand, stared at Mo Baiyun with a wicked glint in her eyes.

Seeing Wu Ziyan acting so childishly, Sima Lingchuan said helplessly, "Xiao Yun'er, come along too. Ziyan, why bother arguing with a child?"

"Hmph! I'm not a child anymore!" Mo Baiyun, carrying his medicine box, turned his back and walked towards Wu Ziyan's study, sighing softly, "I'm really not a child anymore, Master."

Wu Ziyan was unaware of Mo Baiyun's thoughts at this moment, or perhaps she was pretending not to know. She took Sima Lingchuan's hand and walked into the hall, where she sat down on a stool: "Lingchuan, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

"I've made a few side dishes, I don't know if they'll suit your taste." Sima Lingchuan unveiled them one by one. Wu Ziyan was already hungry and was about to pick up her chopsticks when she remembered Mo Baiyun's aggrieved look and put them down, saying, "Lingchuan, let's leave some for Xiaoyun, he's exhausted too."

Sima Lingchuan chuckled softly: "I never expected that our Ziyan would also learn to be considerate."

"Lingchuan, do you want to rest a little longer tomorrow?" Wu Ziyan put on a wicked smile.

"Why do you ask that? As the husband, I should..." Sima Lingchuan was still earnestly lecturing when Wu Ziyan picked up a piece of food and fed it to him: "Because you might have to stay up late tonight, I won't let you rest."

Sima Lingchuan's face flushed red. Wu Ziyan kept saying things that made people's minds wander, and he couldn't do anything about it. He could only respond in a low voice, "Serving Ziyan is my duty."