Traveling to Ancient Times to Become a Makeup Artist

After achieving success in her career, Nie Qinghe retired to the mountains to live a lazy, carefree life. Unexpectedly, she became an “ancient-style” internet celebrity, adored by netizens and the media. Then one day, she accidentally transmigrated into the ancient world for real. Her father was a skilled craftsman working as a master for a jewelry shop, and her mother was an expert embroiderer. Despite their talents, the family lived in abject poverty. Her older brother worked as an apprentice, while her younger siblings were underfed and poorly clothed—all because of a blood-sucking grandmother and fourth uncle. The original owner of her body was beautiful and innocent, but she had been blindly obsessed with a “mama’s boy” scholar. She had given him her heart and soul, only for him to treat her as a mere seamstress. Nie Qinghe immediately “burned the paper” on her childhood engagement, cutting ties with the scholar forever. She then found a job in the beauty industry, developing new products and expanding into new markets. Her business flourished. Yet, her neighbors watched the drama unfold with glee. They figured a girl who showed her face in public would surely be rejected by a future mother-in-law and dumped by her fiancé. They believed that no matter how much money she earned, she would never marry and would end up as a loathsome old maid. Nie Qinghe scoffed, Are these jealous losers trying to comfort themselves? Later… The scholar: “Qinghe, why are you ignoring me? My mother wants us to get married early.” The jealous neighbors: “Boss Nie, please take us with you as you get rich!” The toxic relatives from her hometown: “We’re sorry! We’ll never do it again!” Boss Nie also had a savior—a young marquis who was breathtakingly handsome and incredibly powerful, yet had a rebellious streak. Rumor had it that at nine years old, he had beaten his own father and threatened to kill his stepmother with a sword. When his family forced him to study, he secretly ran off to join the army. Nie Qinghe glanced at He Yu beside her. His long eyelashes were lowered, and the tips of his ears were bright red. He was cold on the outside but sweet and devoted on the inside. He was clearly a social anxiety sufferer—so how could anyone call him a paranoid maniac?