After recording the video, Qin He also casually taught how to remove makeup.
These skills were actually essential for her as a mortician.
While normal embalming only required makeup, in some special circumstances, the entire body might be mutilated.
These skills would be used for restoration.
The makeup skills of a mortician were sometimes even better than those of professional makeup artists.
After finishing everything, Qin He uploaded the video to her account.
She had recently registered several short video accounts to share makeup tutorials and occasional health and wellness tips.
Qin He's idea was simple: to vindicate the solitary profession of morticians, the first step was to expand its influence.
After uploading the video, she curled up on the sofa, fiddling with her phone.
Although it had only been a little over ten days, because she had initially posted videos with drastic before-and-after makeup transformations, the engagement was good, and the platform kept pushing her content. She had already gained over a hundred thousand followers.
This growth rate had led many MCN companies to contact her privately.
Qin He scrolled through the comments on her previous videos and replied to interesting questions.
After finishing, she swiped to the next video.
A woman's transformation video appeared. Upon seeing the woman's face, Qin He's expression immediately darkened.
"Why is this green tea everywhere?"
On the screen, Song Nuan appeared in a flowing, high-fashion gown, with a full set of makeup, hairstyle, and special effects. She was imitating Chang'e, posing with a white rabbit.
At first glance, the sparkling special effects were so soft that her face was barely visible.
Qin He found it cringeworthy. She clicked on the comments, and most of them were full of praise.
"Sister Nuannuan, always supporting you!"
"Nuannuan is forever the best, when are you taking on new roles?"
Occasionally, a few rational fans commented that Song Nuan was already beautiful and didn't need excessive skin smoothing, but they were met with hundreds of angry replies.
Qin He raised an eyebrow slightly. It seemed this little green tea was also a minor celebrity.
She casually scrolled past, and the little green tea's face disappeared. Her mood finally improved.
In the afternoon, Qin He leaned against the sofa, engrossed in a rare old book.
This ancient book, compiled during the Song Dynasty, was a traditional Chinese medicine prescription called "Wan Fang Lun."
When Qin He acquired this book at auction, it was treated as merely an antique. However, she recognized its medical value.
The Song Dynasty was the peak of traditional Chinese medicine development; even Emperor Taizu had a rudimentary understanding of medicine.
While modern practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine were meticulous, many exquisite ancient prescriptions had been lost to the river of history!
Qin He turned a page, looking at the formulas.
It was a pity that before she could examine it after acquiring it, she had lost her memory!
Qin He rested her chin on her hand, deeply engrossed in her reading, when her phone rang.
She picked it up and saw it was Xu Wanwan calling.
"Qin He, tonight at Jialan Club, let's have some fun!"
Qin He replied lazily, "My brother doesn't let me go out at night. If you want to meet, make it early in the morning."
"Early? You want to go to Jialan Club for breakfast?" Xu Wanwan's voice rose. "Why is Qin Yun so troublesome! Ignore him, I'll pick you up tonight!"
Qin He had been staying at home for many days, and her body had almost fully recovered.
She pondered for a moment. Life was always like this, rather dull. Nightlife was still necessary!
"Okay, don't come to pick me up. I'll sneak out myself!"
At 8:30 PM, Qin He had dinner with her mother and brother, behaving as obediently as ever. She returned to her second-floor bedroom to sleep.
After being well-behaved for half a month, Mrs. Qin and Qin Yun noticed nothing unusual.
At nine o'clock, Qin He, dressed in a tight, off-the-shoulder silk top and a short skirt, dropped a rope ladder from the second floor.
She descended smoothly, exited through the back door, and hailed a taxi to avoid disturbing her family, heading straight for Jialan Club.
Upon entering Jialan Club, she navigated to the private room number with ease. As soon as she entered, Qin He was stunned.
Xu Wanwan was sitting in the middle of the sofa, with four handsome men on each side, all looking at her expectantly.
There were all sorts of types, from young and sweet to mature and sophisticated.
Qin He turned to leave, but Xu Wanwan stopped her with a microphone.
"Hey, you dare to run?!"
Qin He stopped in her tracks, her red lips curving upwards, an oppressive aura emanating from her. "Why wouldn't I dare to run?"
Xu Wanwan grinned like a hooligan. "If you run, I'll call your brother and tell him to check if you're in your room!"
Half an hour later, Qin He sat beside Xu Wanwan, holding a glass of juice, her mouth twitching slightly.
A "puppy-like" young man leaned in. "Sister, would you like a drink?"
Qin He glanced at him. "My stomach hasn't been good lately, I don't drink."
The young man blushed under Qin He's sharp gaze.
Such a domineering and beautiful sister, he was smitten!
As if spurred on, Xu Wanwan grabbed a "wolf-dog-like" man by the collar, clearly intoxicated. "Tell me, why do you look down on me!"
The wolf-dog man lost his composure. "Miss, I don't look down on you!"
Xu Wanwan's eyes were hazy, and she gritted her teeth. "I am also the eldest daughter of the Xu family! I'm not some cheap hoochie-coochie, why do you—"
Qin He picked up on something and probed with a half-smile. "Wanwan, who are you talking about?"
Xu Wanwan waved her hand. "Who else! Isn't it that—"
As she waved her wine glass, a glass of red wine spilled all over Qin He's top!
The velvet top was stained and wet. Qin He got up to go to the restroom to clean herself.
The restroom in the private room was broken, so Qin He, annoyed, went to the corridor. There was a restroom in the middle of the corridor.
Just as she reached the restroom door, she turned and saw the "puppy-like" young man following her.
"Why are you coming here?"
"I'm here to help, Sister." The young man looked honest, his flushed face slightly tilted.
Seeing him like this, Qin He didn't think he had any ulterior motives. She glanced him up and down.
"Then can I borrow your jacket?"
The young man nodded frantically, his face red. "Yes, yes, as long as Sister doesn't mind—"
Qin He took the young man's jacket and entered the restroom. She was wearing a camisole underneath, which hadn't gotten too wet. She took off the silk top and threw it directly into the trash bin. She put on the camisole and the young man's jacket and walked out.
The young man approached Qin He, his steps small. "Sister, you look really good in this jacket."
Qin He chuckled. Although she didn't frequent clubs often, she had seen male models through some of her friends. This was the first time she had met someone so pure.
A mischievous thought crossed her mind. Qin He reached out and patted the young man's shoulder. "You're so pure, why are you in this line of work?"
Before the young man could reply, a cold, stern voice boomed!
"Qin He!"
Qin He's hand was still on the young man's shoulder. She turned and saw Gu Qishen walking towards her from not far away!
Ah, what bad luck!
Why did she encounter this scumbag wherever she went!
Gu Qishen had come for a business meeting and wanted to clear his head. As he stepped out, he saw a woman with a hot figure not far away, emerging from the restroom with a male model.
The woman was wearing the man's jacket...
This kind of thing was not uncommon in clubs. What did clients usually do when they took male or female models to the restroom?
When he heard the woman's voice, "You're so pure, why are you in this line of work?"
Gu Qishen felt as if he had been struck by lightning!
That woman was Qin He?!
Gu Qishen suppressed his anger. A hint of mockery appeared on his stern face!
"What are you doing?!"