Chapter 60 – Chaowu’s Scheme

While Chu Yin was recording the show, Wei Lai remained in the dressing room, still puzzling over Chu Yin’s allergic reaction.

Wei Lai asked Little Skinny, the assistant, “So, the makeup artist initially used a foundation that was too yellow?”

The assistant replied, “Yeah! We told her it looked bad, but she insisted on applying it anyway, saying we didn’t know anything!”

Wei Lai asked, “Did you see which foundation she used?”

Little Fatty, the assistant, slowly answered, “It was the one Teacher Chu endorses—xxxx [ad placement]. We also checked the primer and setting powder—none of the ingredients listed peanuts.”

Little Skinny chimed in, “Right! Who would add peanut oil to makeup these days?”

Wei Lai didn’t respond. Instead, he dug through the trash, pulled out the used makeup wipes, and carefully placed them into a small plastic bag.

The assistant was stunned and stammered, “Are you planning to have them tested? Wow, suddenly this feels like solving a mystery!”

Wei Lai replied, “…Depends. It’s better to be thorough. Might be useful when we check his allergens at the hospital.”

After the show, Chen Meixian drove Yao Chaowu back to the hotel. The car was dead silent. Chen Meixian’s face was expressionless as he drove, while Yao Chaowu seemed exhausted, leaning against the seat with his eyes closed.

Once they reached the parking garage, Chen Meixian reversed into a spot. Yao Chaowu rubbed his eyes and asked, “Are we here?” He unbuckled his seatbelt and tried to open the door, only to find it still locked.

Puzzled, Yao Chaowu turned to Chen Meixian. The dim green indicator lights in the garage outlined Chen Meixian’s profile. His lips were pressed into their usual tight line, making him look stern and brooding.

Yao Chaowu blinked. “What’s wrong? Chen, do you have something to say to me?”

Chen Meixian stared straight ahead, tapping the steering wheel three times with his index finger before speaking in a low voice, “What happened to Chu Yin’s face?”

Yao Chaowu paused slightly. “He had an allergic reaction. Why does your tone make it sound like I’m the allergen?”

Chen Meixian said, “Aren’t you? The makeup artist in charge of his look is quite close to you.”

Yao Chaowu laughed. “Chen, what does that prove?”

Chen Meixian tilted his head slightly. His usually emotionless eyes now seemed to glint with menace. “Just a few days ago, I told you Chu Yin is allergic to peanuts. And now, of all times, he has an allergic reaction. I don’t believe in coincidences.”

Yao Chaowu leaned back in his seat. “Everything requires evidence. Your little Crybaby had an allergic reaction—I know you’re upset, but don’t go biting at people like a rabid dog—ugh—”

Before Yao Chaowu could finish, Chen Meixian moved lightning-fast, gripping his throat. His eyes burned with fury, his face twitching with a manic intensity, as if he were smiling—yet he looked outright deranged.

“No one makes him cry except me. Yao Chaowu, this is my final warning—stay in your fucking lane.”