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In the photo, Yu Sheng’s makeup was dangerously seductive. Dark eyeshadow surrounded her eyes, her lashes were long and curled, and her lips were painted a fierce, fiery red.

But what stood out the most wasn’t her makeup—it was the massive, vivid red rose painted across the left side of her face.

The rose took up nearly half of her face, so realistic that it seemed as if it had actually grown from her skin, exuding a dangerously alluring charm. Around her temple, she had drawn black vine-like patterns, which curled up to the edge of her eyebrows.

The design was striking—both dangerous and mesmerizing—just like the aura she naturally exuded.

She herself appeared just as dangerous and enchanting.

But even more captivating than her makeup was her eyes.

She hadn’t even worn red contact lenses or used a beauty filter. She simply used her natural eye color.

Her gaze was proud and indifferent, carrying the haughty arrogance of a true vampire. With her head tilted slightly upward and her eyes cast downward, she seemed to be looking down upon the world.

This wasn’t just an act—it felt innate. She possessed an effortless nobility, just like a pure-blooded vampire.

And the most enchanting of all—was her smile.

Her lips curved ever so slightly—just the right amount, as if the angle had been precisely measured.

It was an ethereal smile—so beautiful it was beyond words—yet within it lurked the same cold detachment as her gaze, tinged with a hint of mockery.

She had perfectly embodied the elegance and magnificence of a vampire.

Her beauty felt as if it were breaking through the screen, ready to spill into reality.

It was precisely this unearthly beauty that sent the internet into a frenzy, sparking a vampire makeup trend that swept across social media.

One Weibo thread exploded with heated discussion—about how Yu Sheng’s photo had undergone zero Photoshop edits.

A professional editor chimed in:

“This photo has no post-processing at all.”

Countless digital artists and Photoshop experts joined in:

“+1, no filters or edits. This is all her natural beauty.”
“+2, she didn’t even wear colored contacts or use a beauty camera, yet the effect is this breathtaking!”
“Is she really from the real world? Or did a vampire step out of a manga?”

The thread beneath the post was flooded with people curious about Yu Sheng’s real face.

Meanwhile, another thread focused on “Mr. Devil.”

“Who is this ‘Mr. Devil’? Her boyfriend?”
“She always talks about him. Even her username is ‘Mr. Devil’s Sweetheart’!”

A longtime follower finally clarified:

“She’s not dating him yet. She’s still chasing him. So technically, we all still have a chance.”

This single comment skyrocketed to the top—leaving fans both intrigued and eager.

More and more people started becoming interested in this “Mr. Demon,” speculating about which bigshot he really was.

Yu Sheng’s follower count was skyrocketing at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if she had activated some kind of super cheat code.

By the time Yu Sheng woke up at 2 PM, the topic “Vampire-Style Beauty” had already become a trending sensation on Weibo, pinned at the top. This prime spot attracted countless new users every second, all curious about the buzz.

After freshening up, she habitually picked up her phone to check her Weibo, only to be stunned by the number at the top—1.6 million followers.

For a moment, Yu Sheng thought Weibo must be glitching.

Last night before bed, she had just over 10,000 followers. How had that number suddenly multiplied several times over, as if she had jumped straight from Earth to the Moon? Was Mars next?

From 10,000 followers to 1.6 million.

This was a massive leap—several levels at once. Even riding a rocket wouldn’t be this fast!

In one night, she had gone from an unknown Weibo user to a rising influencer.

Still in disbelief, Yu Sheng scrolled down to the Weibo post she had uploaded at around 5 AM. Seeing the 50,000 comments below, she finally realized—it was her photo that had attracted this overwhelming popularity.

Looking at the flood of comments filled with admiration and praise for her beauty, she couldn’t help but sigh—no matter the era, no matter the dimension, beauty was always a universal advantage.

Especially beauty like hers, which had transcended the limits of the three-dimensional world. It had drastically lowered the difficulty level of her life, making it almost too easy.

After browsing through a few trending comments, she casually replied to a few interesting ones. Just as she was about to log off and grab some lunch, her stomach grumbling in protest, she received several private messages from Shang Su.

The messages came rapid-fire:

“!!! Sweetheart, you’re actually this stunning?!”

“Ahh, I love your makeup!”

“Where’s my vampire-style illustration?!”

Shang Su’s messages were all over the place, typed as soon as thoughts popped into her head, making them seem completely random. But this carefree way of speaking made her easy to get along with.

Seeing the last message, Yu Sheng suddenly remembered—she had forgotten to send Shang Su the finished illustration after completing it at dawn.

Quickly, she scanned the artwork using her computer and sent it over.

As soon as Shang Su received it, her reply came instantly:

“It’s gorgeous! I love it!”

Yu Sheng hadn’t even finished typing “Glad you like it” before another notification popped up—Shang Su had sent her a red envelope.

The note attached read: “Payment for the artwork.”

Opening it, Yu Sheng found that the amount was just right—a fair price for her work.

Then Shang Su sent another message:

“The dress in your illustration is stunning! I want to get it made!”

Yu Sheng thought for a moment before replying:

“I’ll refine a few details and send you the official design sketch later.”

Shang Su was shocked: “Wait—you can design clothes too?!”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You’re literally multi-talented! Tell me, what else can you do? Just say it—I’m ready!”

Reading this, Yu Sheng chuckled. She was gaining a new understanding of Shang Su. Despite being a second-generation celebrity, she didn’t have the usual arrogance—she was unexpectedly down-to-earth.

Yu Sheng replied: “Jewelry design.”

“Perfect! From now on, whenever I attend events or walk the red carpet, I’ll wear the dresses and jewelry you design for me. How about that?”

As a star from a prominent family, Shang Su’s biggest frustration was accidentally wearing the same outfit as someone else.

Even in top-tier, custom-made luxury dresses, there were times when another celebrity would show up in an identical look.

Whenever that happened, the media would immediately jump on it, comparing everything—style, aura, body shape—turning it into a spectacle.

Winning the fashion face-off was fine, but if an editor mercilessly criticized her look, claiming the other person outshined her in every way, it was beyond frustrating.

Having been in the spotlight since childhood, Shang Su had a lot of fans, but also a lot of haters. Whenever she got caught in a fashion battle, all she could do was pretend she hadn’t seen it.

Because really, what else could she do?

But now, she had met a promising designer.

If she wore custom pieces designed by Yu Sheng, surely she wouldn’t have to worry about bumping into a fashion twin anymore.

She wanted unique, show-stopping gowns that no one else would have!

Yu Sheng read Shang Su’s message and felt tempted.

As a second-gen celebrity, Shang Su had connections, influence, and resources that Yu Sheng lacked.

If she built a good relationship with her, the benefits were obvious.

In her previous life, Yu Sheng had simply wanted to become a top social media influencer, using her expertise to quickly achieve success.

With her past experience, she was confident she could rise even faster this time.

After all, in this life, influencers were held in higher regard—even comparable to award-winning actresses.

But now, she wasn’t satisfied with just that.

The man she had set her sights on ruled over all of Southeast Asia.

If she wanted to stand beside him, she couldn’t be too far beneath him.

Her new goal was bigger—she wanted to step onto the global stage.

She wanted to become an internationally renowned designer—the same level the original novel’s female lead had achieved.

Yu Sheng’s competitive spirit flared up.

She wanted to see who was truly better—her or Yu Wei.

This time, who would stand at the pinnacle of the design world, basking in the world’s admiration?

Yu Sheng thought for a moment. If she aimed for the international stage, she would be incredibly busy.

Between designing, networking, and flirting with Mr. Demon, she wouldn’t always have time to make dresses for Shang Su.

But she also didn’t want to let go of this valuable connection.

Shang Su was her type of person—even if she weren’t a celebrity’s daughter, Yu Sheng would still want to befriend her.

After some thought, she replied:

“I’ll design three gowns for you each year.”

Shang Su responded immediately: “Deal.”

Yu Sheng smiled, knowing Shang Su also wanted to maintain this connection.

With that settled, she finally put down her phone and went to eat.

—

As she headed downstairs, she noticed Shi Ya and Ya Qing arguing at the entrance.

When they saw her, they immediately fell silent.

Ya Qing glanced at Yu Sheng with a cold sneer, about to walk away when Yu Sheng called her out.

With a half-smile and a touch of mockery in her gaze, she said:

“Seeing your eldest miss, and you don’t even greet me? Is this how Yu Wei taught you?”

Ya Qing stiffened, clearly unwilling, but forced herself to turn around and mutter:

“Miss Yu.”

Her eyes flashed with resentment, and her tone carried a hint of reluctance.

Yu Sheng didn’t overlook the hint of venom in Ya Qing’s eyes. She casually shrugged, ignoring her, and left her standing there as she headed downstairs for her meal.

She was curious to see what tricks Ya Qing would pull this time. In the original story, Ya Qing had secretly helped Yu Wei countless times, causing the previous Yu Sheng to suffer greatly.

Hopefully, her methods wouldn’t be too clumsy—otherwise, it would be quite boring.

Yu Sheng’s lips curled slightly.

When she reached the first floor, she noticed that Shi Ya had been following her. Turning around, she saw that Shi Ya’s eyes were red.

“What’s wrong? Did Ya Qing bully you?”

Shi Ya instinctively shook her head. “No, Miss.”

Yu Sheng rubbed her temple, feeling a slight headache. “If anything happens, just tell me. You work for me; there’s no need to endure Ya Qing’s bullying.”

Hearing this, Shi Ya quickly nodded gratefully. “I understand, Miss.”

After saying that, Yu Sheng finally sat down and began to enjoy her luxurious lunch at a leisurely pace.

Before she could even finish eating, Yu Wei came downstairs, fully dressed up.

Her makeup was exquisite, her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she was wearing a light green V-brand dress paired with eight-centimeter high heels. She looked elegant and charming.

Yu Wei walked up to Yu Sheng, the thought of her upcoming date making the corners of her lips curl slightly. “Sis, you just woke up?”

Yu Sheng responded with a simple “Mm.”

Yu Wei picked up her small purse and flashed a sweet, harmless smile at Yu Sheng. “Sis, can you teach me how to ride a motorbike?”

Yu Sheng paused mid-bite and lifted her gaze. “Why?”

Yu Wei hesitated for a moment before replying, “I want to go racing too.”