Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

Chapter 378 Fair and Dewy

Gu Juncheng: ? ? ?

I'm really full of questions.

What the hell is this?

In this era, skincare products were still not very useful for most women across the country. Being able to use a bottle of face cream was considered a sign of being sophisticated. In places far from the city, people didn't even know what face cream was. Therefore, face masks were truly a rare commodity.

Gu Juncheng was completely bewildered when Lin Qingping pushed him down onto the sofa.

Then, Lin Qingping rubbed his face with a lot of smears, applying this and that, like scrubbing mud off his face, rubbing it over and over again, washing it over and over again, until he couldn't even open his eyes!

His face grew even darker; was his face really that dirty?

Just as she was about to open her eyes to ask what she was trying to do, Lin Qingping shouted, "Don't move!"

He was so frightened that he immediately snapped to attention, just like when he was standing in a line, and closed his eyes in absolute obedience.

Then, he felt a cool sensation on his face, as if Lin Qingping had stuck something on his face.

He instinctively reached out to touch it, but Lin Qingping slapped his hand away, saying, "Take your hand away right now! It's so dirty! So many germs!"

Gu Juncheng: ? ? ? He's just dark-skinned! How is he dirty?

When Lin Qingping was wiping his face and applying a face mask in the dark, she also explained the product to him.

This is the product she and Wu Tianjiao cobbled together in their factory; it's called a face mask. It has all sorts of functions, and the one he's using is for whitening, making the skin fair, smooth, and supple. It hasn't officially launched yet; he's a VIP trial customer...

He doesn't understand VIP or not.

However, imagining his own fair and delicate appearance, he couldn't help but shudder and immediately tried to peel it off...

Seeing him move his hand, Lin Qingping immediately scolded him, "Try moving it!?"

Gu Juncheng: ...No, who will take responsibility if he scares the people on the island by turning into a fair and delicate-looking person?

He opened his eyes and saw Lin Qingping glaring at him from above.

By this time, she had washed off the white, powdery substance from her face, and her face looked remarkably fair and radiant under the light.

"You...you're so fair-skinned, is it all because of this stuff?" he asked, his words muffled. Honestly, with this stuff plastered on, he couldn't even speak properly.

"Yes!" Lin Qingping thought for a moment, realizing she needed to advertise her product. "Tianjiao and I are serious about making products, and we have to ensure their effectiveness and safety. First of all, we have to use them ourselves! I've been in the sun for so long today, and this is a soothing product. Just you wait, my face won't be peeling tomorrow!"

Gu Juncheng was even more worried: Please, please don't make it work!

As the two were lost in their own thoughts, Old Chen arrived, carrying a large bowl of mung bean soup.

People on the island are used to leaving their doors open, so Old Chen walked right in, saying as he went, "Master Gu, weren't you looking for mung bean soup? Perfect timing, I made a big pot of it. Your sister-in-law said she added dried tangerine peel, and it's good to drink..."

He had barely finished saying "okay" when he looked up and saw Gu Juncheng with a white paper pasted on his face. He was dumbfounded. "Master Gu, are you... putting a talisman on your face?"

Lin Qingping laughed, "Political Commissar Chen, this isn't about putting on talismans! We're doing face masks!"

Old Chen's position as political commissar wasn't for nothing; he was truly knowledgeable and experienced. He knew things well, but once you mentioned them, he understood. This talisman—no, this face mask—he'd actually heard of it! A friend of a friend had brought some back from a developed country in the southern Indian Ocean, supposedly for beauty and skin whitening!

But why does Master Gu want to turn white?

Old Chen looked at it again and again, but he remained calm. Otherwise, how could he be a political commissar? Staying calm under pressure is a basic quality.

He smiled slightly, silently put down the tangerine peel and mung bean soup, and then calmly withdrew.

Lin Qingping even got up to see him off, thanking him for the mung bean soup. Then, she went back to the kitchen, filled a large bowl, and sat down next to Gu Juncheng, drinking the soup while waiting for his face mask session to end.

Twenty minutes later, Lin Qingping had drunk two large bowls of mung bean soup. She removed Gu Juncheng's face mask, then applied a layer of water and a layer of face cream. Looking at Gu Juncheng's face, she was very satisfied. "Not bad, not bad. The fine lines on your face have been smoothed out a lot. Keep doing this, and you'll look ten years younger!"

Gu Juncheng felt like he was floating, completely enveloped in a fragrant aroma. He felt as if he had been marinated in that thing called a face mask.

If a person can be pickled so well, what would their face look like?

Terrified, Gu Juncheng immediately picked up a mirror to look at himself. Looking at himself in the mirror, he felt that he looked whiter and smoother. He kept looking at himself and almost forgot what he used to look like.

Zhiyuan skipped in and was shocked to see this scene. "Dad Gu, why are you like my mom, all covered in perfume and looking in the mirror?"

Gu Juncheng grabbed Zhiyuan's arm. "Look at my face. Has anything changed?"

Zhiyuan looked left and right, suspiciously, "Dad Gu, you didn't get double eyelid surgery, did you? You always seemed to have double eyelids!"

Gu Juncheng was so angry he wanted to slap him on the bottom twice. "What do you mean by double eyelid surgery? What does double eyelid surgery even mean? What do you know about these things, you're just a kid?"

Zhiyuan pouted, "What's the big deal? Xiaoyuan said his aunt went to poop."

Seeing Gu Juncheng's angry face, Zhiyuan stuck out his tongue. "Then I won't say anything more. I'm sorry, Dad Gu, you're still as handsome as ever, you haven't changed at all!"

Gu Juncheng: ...

Whether he's handsome or not isn't important to Gu Juncheng, but hearing that he's still the same as before puts his mind at ease.

Go ahead and drink mung bean soup with peace of mind, and relax without worry. Of course, you'll be sharing a bed with Zhiyuan.

Lin Qingping said nothing and went to sleep in another room.

Early the next morning, bugle calls woke up the island.

Lin Qingping was a little confused; she was rarely woken up by bugle calls.

I got up and opened the door, only to find that both the father and son were gone.

Gu Juncheng naturally went to training, while Zhiyuan went out to have fun with Chen Lei early in the morning.

It has to be said that since arriving on the island, Zhiyuan's body and soul have been set free.

Around nine o'clock in the morning, Zhiyuan returned with a basin full of seashells, which he cleaned one by one.

"What are you doing, Zhiyuan? Don't forget, we're going back in a couple of days." Lin Qingping was only here for the New Year; she'll be going back after returning to work.

“I know…” Zhiyuan carefully cleaned the seashells. “This one is for Xiaomai, this one is for Xiaoyuan, and this one is for…”

He picked out a seashell for each of his close friends, and finally picked one up, sighed, and said, "Never mind, I'll give this one to Yun Xiaoshan."

"Mom, what show are you going to perform today?" Zhiyuan put all the seashells away.

"Performance? Show?" Lin Qingping was completely confused.

"Didn't you know? There's a party on the island tonight, and the soldiers and their families will be attending!"