No matter how waterproof the envelope and the letterhead inside are, they are still made of paper.

As soon as it floated into the stove, it immediately turned into ashes, not even slag was left.

But it does not include a letter.

The letter that was finally thrown in was actually intact.

The envelope was surrounded by flames, but it couldn't curl up even one edge.

Seeing this scene, the housekeeper was stunned for a moment. Then he seemed to realize something and immediately brought tools to put out the fire.

Then he put on his gloves and carefully took out the letter.

The housekeeper took a closer look and found that not only was the envelope intact, but it was not even stained with dust. He was confused and frightened.

He is responsible for managing the outskirts of the Château Laurent and receives dozens of traditional letters every day.

These letters were basically sent by enthusiastic fans from outside. After the members of the Laurent family read them a few times, they stopped reading them.

He also said that if any letters like this were sent in the future, they would be burned.

For really important matters, such ancient communication methods would not be used.

The housekeeper burns letters every day and it has become a habit.

Today was the first time he encountered this kind of thing.

He has never heard that paper cannot even be burned by fire.

What if it is something toxic?

It would be bad if it harmed the young masters and ladies in the manor.

Just when the housekeeper was hesitating whether to hand over the letter, footsteps came from the hall on the first floor of the castle.

At the same time, a voice sounded from behind him: "Give me the letter in your hand."

The housekeeper suddenly came out of his thoughts and turned around, but he didn't recognize the person.

But he noticed that the visitor's cuffs were embroidered with golden irises.

The golden iris is the logo of Laurent Bank.

Only the core servants inside the castle will carry such a sign.

The housekeeper hurriedly handed over the letter in his hand.

"Fortunately." The young servant took it and sighed softly, "I knew you would still burn the letter, so you used nanomaterials specifically."

The housekeeper was confused and frightened. He tried: "What do you mean..."

"It has nothing to do with you." The young servant waved his hand, "Go and do your business."

After carefully stuffing the envelope into his pocket, he left the castle hall, walked around the nearby garden, and walked towards the innermost part of the manor.

Naturally, the housekeeper did not dare to follow him.

He can be considered an old servant of the Laurent family. He has been working for thirteen years, but he is still not allowed to enter the core area of ​​the castle.

It is said that the real leader of the Laurent family lives there.

Forget about him, even other members of the family are not allowed to enter without permission.

Then this letter must be wanted by the real person in power.

Thinking of this, the housekeeper broke into cold sweat all over his body.

Fortunately, the letter was okay, otherwise his life would not be enough.

**

China.

Shanghai City.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

A top styling store.

This styling shop only serves wealthy and famous ladies, and today is the first time it has been reserved.

In the store, makeup artists, beauticians, barbers and other technicians came and went, with many tools in their hands.

Ying Zijin sat in front of the makeup mirror with no expression on his face.

Behind her are the students from Class 19 and Mr. Zhong.

She didn't want to talk to any of them at all, and she didn't even want to remember how she was dragged here.

She finished her biology class for Class 19 in the morning and fell asleep on the table at noon. Before she woke up, Xiu Yu and another girl in the class dragged her away and invited her to eat the new dessert.

Then Ying Zijin didn't see Ying Zijin in the dessert shop, but she saw Mr. Zhong waiting for her with a smile, and a group of stylists who were eager to try.

Then, she was pressed onto this chair.

"Miss Zijin, your skin is really good." The makeup artist looked at the girl with surprise and envy, "I originally planned to do exfoliation and photon whitening for you, but it seems that I won't need to do that."

She picked up the facial mask next to her and couldn't wait to say, "I'll give you a hydrating treatment so you can put on your makeup."

Ying Zijin yawned and remembered that she often stayed up late recently, so he nodded.

After the moisturizing process was completed, the makeup artist pushed the cosmetics cart over and asked: "Miss Zijin, what style of makeup do you want to do? Forest style? Or bohemian style?"

Ying Zijin: "Please draw me a killer figure."

Makeup artist: "..."

Mr. Zhong, who also listened carefully: "..."

Ying Zijin saw Mr. Zhong holding his chest in the mirror with a heartbroken expression on his face. He paused and reluctantly changed his words: "Baroque."

Baroque makeup has a strong retro style and is only popular in O continent.

Because even if the facial features are just a little flat and imperfect, using Baroque makeup will look out of place.

The makeup artist has been working here for several years, and she has only met two people who requested Baroque makeup, which caused her to forget this style.

But there is really no makeup that is more suitable for the girl in front of you than the Baroque style.

Low-key, luxurious, noble and mysterious.

The makeup artist's eyes lit up, inspiration came to him, and he immediately started taking action.

"The dress! The dress has arrived!" Half an hour later, Xiu Yu moved a big box in from outside the door, "Dad, look, I bought several pieces for you, you choose one."

With that said, she opened the box and took it out one by one to show Ying Zijin.

There are sea blue princess dresses, retro little black dresses, and pipa-collared cheongsams.

Each piece is specially customized and the price is over one million.

Ying Zijin slowly exhaled: "Is there anything that doesn't expose arms or legs? It's best to protect your neck as well?"

The younger brother scratched his head and looked confused: "Ah? Then there are only Arab robes."

Xiu Yu: "..."

She had to cover up her good figure, which made her heartbroken even as a girl.

Although their father-in-law wears an Arab robe, his appearance and aura are directly overmatched.

Xiu Yu could only put the dress back into the box helplessly.

At this moment, a clerk ran in, holding a gift box in his hand: "Miss Zijin, someone sent this."

Ying Zijin was still putting on makeup, and Xiu Yu helped to take it off.

There is a black dress inside, but it is not a skirt.

Xiu Yu could tell at a glance that this dress, just for the top, cost more than tens of millions.

Including the diamonds and other materials on the dress, the total price definitely exceeds 100 million.

Such a generous gift, who gave it to me?

Although Xiu Yu was curious, he didn't ask: "Dad Ying, by chance, this is a dress that suits your preference. I'll help you put it on after you finish putting on your makeup."

**

Shanghai City Hall.

The concert started at seven o'clock, and there were many fans queuing up at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Most of the fans came to hear Ying Luwei's concert for the first time, and when they got in at six o'clock, they couldn't wait.

Backstage.

Ying Luwei was dressing up in the mirror, but her face didn't look good.

Originally, she had made an appointment with the stylist, but just a few hours ago, the stylist informed her that they could no longer serve her.

She increased the price, but the stylist didn't change her words.

When something unexpected happened, she had no choice but to find another makeup artist and had to do it herself.
To be continued...