Dashing Student

Bai Zhi gazed at Chen Nan's profile, her brows slightly furrowed.

She understood this nephew she had watched grow up all too well—the subtle curve of his lips and the glint in his eyes all hinted that he was brewing some scheme.

Though she couldn't immediately grasp his intentions, Bai Zhi didn't hesitate to turn and walk inside.

The rapid rhythm of her high heels echoed on the marble floor.

Bai Zhi's slender fingers trembled slightly as she took out an ordinary bottle of toner from the storage cabinet.

She meticulously peeled off all the labels from the bottle, not even leaving the tiny production batch number at the bottom.

Her palm, holding the bottle of "nameless" liquid, began to sweat, leaving blurry fingerprints on the glass surface.

"Here." When Bai Zhi handed the bottle to Chen Nan, their fingertips brushed for a moment.

She felt the warmth from Chen Nan's fingers, a reassuring warmth.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze.

All the guests held their breath, their eyes fixed on the glass bottle in Chen Nan's hand.

Someone muttered quietly, "Will this work?"

The person next to them immediately nudged them to keep quiet.

The troublemaking woman crossed her arms over her chest, her meticulously groomed eyebrows raised high.

A sneering curve tugged at the corner of her mouth, the rhinestones on her manicured nails glittering coldly under the light: "What a sham."

She snorted, not too loud, but just enough for everyone to hear.

Chen Nan unhurriedly unscrewed the bottle cap, the liquid making a clear sound as it poured into his palm.

"This is a special concoction I carefully developed," his voice was gentle yet powerful, "It not only alleviates allergic symptoms immediately but also rejuvenates the skin."

The woman's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

She subconsciously touched the "red spots" on her face, tiny goosebumps appearing on her heavily foundationed neck.

"Who are you kidding?" She struggled to maintain her composure, but her voice rose half a tone.

Chen Nan's gaze swept over the filming cameras before returning to her face: "With so many media friends present, how dare I speak carelessly?"

He suddenly lowered his voice, his tone becoming stern: "But I must confirm once more, did you really not use any other skincare products?"

He took a step forward, the liquid in his palm gleaming under the light.

"You know, if this solution has a chemical reaction with other products you've used..." He deliberately elongated his words, "the consequences might be more severe than disfigurement."

"Nonsense!" The woman abruptly stepped back, her high heels screeching on the floor: "I said I didn't, and I didn't!"

Chen Nan slowly raised his hand, his palm approaching the woman's cheek.

His movements were slow, like a slow-motion scene in a movie.

The liquid in his palm swayed slightly, giving off a faint scent of alcohol.

The woman's breathing became erratic.

Though she kept telling herself it was just a scare tactic, the approaching hand made her skin tingle with imagined pain.

As if countless invisible needles were slowly piercing her cheek with Chen Nan's approach.

"Stop!"

When Chen Nan's hand was still ten centimeters from her face, the woman suddenly screamed in desperation.

She staggered back, knocking over the display shelf behind her.

Expensive skincare products crashed to the ground, filling the air with a rich fragrance.

"I... I used Yiren Square's face mask..." She finally admitted in a tiny voice like a mosquito's hum: "Just... just last night..."

Disfigurement is unbearable for anyone, especially for a woman who values her appearance like life—it is a devastating blow!

The entire hall fell deathly silent, the air seeming to freeze.

The ticking of the quartz clock on the wall sounded painfully loud in the silence.

All the guests' expressions froze, their eyes filled with disbelief.

No one had expected that the woman who just cried like a pear blossom in the rain had been lying!

It was revolting!

Blaming her severe allergies on using Yiren Square's face mask but coming to someone else's store to cause trouble and extort—this despicable behavior was sickening!

Chen Nan's lips curved into a cold smile, his eyes glinting with frost: "Since you used Yiren Square's face mask, why did you come to my aunt's store to make trouble?"

His voice was unhurried yet incisive, like a sharp scalpel exposing the lies layer by layer.

"Is it..." He suddenly took a step forward, the crisp sound of his black leather shoes on the marble floor: "someone instigated you to make trouble here?"

His tone turned icy on the last few words.

The spiritual pressure of a Qi Refining Fourth Layer cultivator spread tangibly, causing several nearby guests to step back involuntarily, feeling a sense of inexplicable oppression.

The woman was just an ordinary person, already on the verge of emotional collapse, and could hardly withstand such mental pressure.

Her legs gave way, her meticulously groomed curls in disarray on her tear-streaked face, and she collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

"It... it was Yiren Square's owner..." Her voice trembled, her fingers with blood-red nail polish clutching her skirt desperately: "She said Revitalizing Beauty took Yiren Square's customers. If they don't... bring you down, they'll go bankrupt..."

Her words fell like a bomb among the crowd.

The store, which had been silent, erupted in a cacophony of exclamations.

"Oh my god! This is too despicable!"

"I knew it, Revitalizing Beauty's products are fine, I've used them!"

"This is commercial defamation!"

"I can't believe Yiren Square would stoop so low, and I used to be a member there. I'll never go to their store again!"

"I need to... get a refund, I still have a few thousand left in the card I topped up!"

"Yeah, we should get our money back. Even if we don't go there for beauty treatments anymore, we need to get a full refund!"

The reporters exchanged glances, some even quietly putting down their cameras.

They had initially received an anonymous report claiming this place sold inferior cosmetics causing disfigurement, and were ready with the headline "Heartless Business."

Who would have thought it was a meticulously planned commercial sabotage?

Bai Zhi was trembling with anger, her slender fingers clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms.

Just as she had established herself in the provincial city, she faced such a vicious scheme.

If Chen Nan hadn't appeared in time...

Thinking of this, her gaze towards Chen Nan grew more grateful.

Chen Nan had already turned to the reporters, his face wearing a half-smile: "Dear media friends, the truth has now come to light. I believe you will... report it truthfully, right?"