The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man

Zhu Wanqi assumed Leng Yuan was the one who made the facial soap. She couldn’t stop staring at him, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Lu Yuanbin quickly stepped forward and introduced them with a smile. ”Miss Zhu, it’s not him. *This* is the person you’re looking for.”

He introduced Gu Jiaojiao to Zhu Wanqi.

”The facial soap, the shampoo bar, and the other skincare products—she developed all of them.”

Gu Jiaojiao didn’t say anything in response to Lu Yuanbin’s revelation.

Her presence here was proof enough that her work was no longer a secret. Based on their character, Gu Jiaojiao had chosen to trust them.

”You’re...?”

Zhu Wanqi blurted out, her voice filled with disbelief.

It wouldn’t have been too surprising if it were Leng Yuan. But for Gu Jiaojiao to be the creator of the skincare products... she truly couldn’t believe it.

’How old is Gu Jiaojiao? Eighteen?’

Gu Jiaojiao extended a hand toward Zhu Wanqi. ”Miss Zhu, I’m Gu Jiaojiao.”

Zhu Wanqi quickly reached out and shook her hand. She observed the girl’s poised and confident demeanor; despite her youth, she carried herself with an air that suggested she was no ordinary person.

’She had judged a book by its cover.’

”You’re so young. I was just... I found it hard to believe someone your age could create such an effective facial soap.”

Gu Jiaojiao understood completely.

So she wasn’t offended.

”Miss Zhu, why don’t we go inside to talk?”

Zhu Wanqi had worn a scarf today, wrapping it around her face so that only her eyes were visible.

Gu Jiaojiao led Zhu Wanqi to another room.

She figured Zhu Wanqi didn’t want anyone else to see her face, so she specifically chose the empty room next door.

Zhu Wanqi walked inside and removed her scarf.

”I’ve been using your skincare products for the past few days, and my face is already much better. But the areas with pustules haven’t improved at all.”

She was truly on the verge of a breakdown.

The pustules were getting worse, and she was terrified her face would end up permanently ruined.

’The thought of that was terrifying.’

Gu Jiaojiao’s expression remained calm.

”Please, have a seat. I need to take a look at your face.”

Zhu Wanqi sat down in a chair. Gu Jiaojiao took a pair of tweezers from her bag, stepped closer, and carefully examined the pustules on her face.

As she drew near, Zhu Wanqi caught a pleasant, fresh scent wafting from Gu Jiaojiao. It was like bamboo leaves mixed with a natural floral fragrance—a delightful combination.

Then she looked at Gu Jiaojiao’s face. It was fair and smooth, without a single blemish. She couldn’t even see any pores. A face like that was simply incredible.

And her eyes were crystal clear, her long lashes fluttering like two tiny fans whenever she blinked.

Zhu Wanqi found herself staring, mesmerized.

Gu Jiaojiao finished her examination. ’I see,’ she thought. ’It’s not too serious, it’s just been going on for a while. A case of allergic inflammation. A specially formulated ointment should clear it right up.’

Gu Jiaojiao immediately wrote out a prescription.

By the time Zhu Wanqi snapped out of her daze, Gu Jiaojiao had already finished writing the prescription.

The prescription was ready, but she needed equipment to prepare the ointment, and she didn’t have any with her.

”Miss Zhu, I need to prepare an ointment for you, but I don’t have the necessary equipment here. I could bring it to you tomorrow.”

”No, that’s alright. I know a place with the equipment we need. I’ll take you there.”

Zhu Wanqi couldn’t bear to wait another day. Every day she endured this, her condition felt like it was getting worse, and she was terrified.

Hearing this, Gu Jiaojiao agreed.

The two of them left the room and went to a pharmacy together.

When the clerk saw so many people walk in, he immediately came forward to greet them. As he got closer, he realized it was Zhu Wanqi and his face filled with surprise.

”Miss Zhu, what brings you here? Doctor Zhu isn’t in.”

Zhu Wanqi shook her head. ”I’m not here to see my aunt. I need to borrow some of your equipment and fill a prescription.”

Gu Jiaojiao handed him the prescription. The clerk glanced at it and, without delay, went to gather the herbs.

Zhu Wanqi then took the opportunity to explain to the others.

”My aunt is the doctor at this pharmacy, and she’s also the one in charge.”

”These days, pharmacies are all state-run, and my aunt is responsible for everything here.”