Chapter 471: Is It Necessary to Go This Far to Avoid Your Mom?

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong

Boss Cutie

"Hey, let me see how you've been ravaged." Jiang Muye unconsciously glanced at the mirror, and when he did, he nearly collapsed.

He really was the same skin color as Song Xiaobao now.

This was way too vicious!

"Want me to draw a moon for you?" Leng Ruoli asked with a smile, looking at the mirror together with Jiang Muye.

"Then why don't you draw a sun while you're at it?" Jiang Muye rolled his eyes.

"Alright, don't be mad. I actually think you look really cute like this, Little Judge Bao!" Leng Ruoli gently poked Jiang Muye's cheek with her finger. "You're still very handsome now, it's completely your good looks holding it all up."

Jiang Muye was melted by Leng Ruoli's soft, delicate little movements. He pulled her into a hug and gave her a fierce nibble. "Fine, you're forgiven."

"Oops, now my face has foundation on it too~!" Leng Ruoli laughed and rubbed her face.

"Oh, so now you're disgusted with me, huh!" Jiang Muye deliberately pressed against Leng Ruoli's face, vigorously smearing all the foundation from his own face onto hers.

"Help, you're crazy, you're bullying me~" Leng Ruoli giggled, wanting to escape, but Jiang Muye was holding her body in place—where could she even crawl to?

Sure enough, she could only become Jiang Muye's turtle in a jar.

She could only stare at Jiang Muye with a pair of pitiful eyes.

When Jiang Muye saw her innocent, pitiful expression, he laughed especially merrily.

She was beautiful to begin with, and now her little face was covered in some gray, a bit like a little pet that had been rolling around in a pile of coal—adorably cute and charming.

"Haha, we're matching African black now, no need to go get a tan anymore." Jiang Muye dabbed a bit of the black foundation and dotted it onto Leng Ruoli's nose.

Heh heh, Leng Ruoli's nose was now black.

A little coal ball.

"Awoo." Leng Ruoli bit down on Jiang Muye's finger.

Jiang Muye urged, "Good girl, open your mouth."

Leng Ruoli just kept shaking her head, refusing.

"Disobedient." Jiang Muye lightly flicked Leng Ruoli's forehead with his hand.

Leng Ruoli let out a whimper. "You jerk!" After voicing her complaint, she crossed her arms and turned her back on Jiang Muye, ignoring him.

Seeing her huffy appearance, Jiang Muye rubbed her waist and kissed the back of her neck, coaxing, "I was just playing with you, little coal ball."

"I'm not a little coal ball! I'm not black! I'm fair!"

"Haha, yes, you're fair." Jiang Muye nodded. "Your teeth are pretty white."

"So infuriating!" Leng Ruoli raised her leg to lightly kick Jiang Muye, but he nimbly dodged.

Jiang Muye grabbed her ankle and pulled her onto his lap in one motion, letting her sit on him.

Jiang Muye said to Leng Ruoli with a grin, "Heh heh, no sneak attacks allowed."

"I'm not sneak attacking, I'm clearly coming at you openly."

"Fine, say whatever you want," Jiang Muye pinched Leng Ruoli's cheek and said, "Still doing makeup? You really want me to wash up all nice and go see your mom later? When the time comes, someone's going to panic."

"Of course I'm doing it! Why wouldn't I! Just you watch how amazing my makeup skills are~!" Leng Ruoli turned proud and haughty.

She picked up the makeup tools and started doing Jiang Muye's makeup again.

Jiang Muye just let her fiddle around. She was his fiancée after all—he liked her mischief, so he indulged her.

After all, a man needed at least this much magnanimity.

"Is this okay?" Leng Ruoli asked, snickering as she looked at him.

Jiang Muye unconsciously looked at the mirror. "Now I understand the power of Asia's Four Great Sorceries."

He, a peerless handsome man, had now been completely transformed into a super fat otaku.

Such handsome features now looked utterly plain and unremarkable.

"There's still this." Leng Ruoli snickered and began putting a pair of non-prescription glasses on Jiang Muye.

Jiang Muye looked again—absolutely brilliant, he looked even more like a fat otaku now.

The kind that was a train pervert, no less.

"Why do I feel so sleazy?" Jiang Muye wasn't used to seeing himself like this, especially with the skin color being so eye-catching.

"How is it sleazy? You're so handsome, even like this your good looks can't be hidden. Still not quite there, oh right!" Leng Ruoli thought of something and unconsciously picked up some hair oil.

She used as much as she could, squeezing out a huge dollop and smearing it all over Jiang Muye's face.

After watching Leng Ruoli's heroic feat, Jiang Muye was completely stunned. "Holy crap, you used that much."

"Otherwise how would your hair look this greasy?" Leng Ruoli couldn't suppress the smile at the corner of her mouth. "I'm already being nice by not making you wear an explosive curly wig."

Jiang Muye looked at the mirror and finally understood what it meant for a pair of glasses to seal off one's good looks.

What it meant for a hairstyle to ruin everything.

What it meant for fairness to cover a hundred uglinesses!

Jiang Muye looked at Leng Ruoli sorrowfully. "Are you sure I really have to go out like this?"

Leng Ruoli nodded firmly. "Yes, just like this, so it won't be easy for people to recognize you."

"I don't even have the heart to go out anymore." Jiang Muye hung his head, deeply depressed.

A moment later, Jiang Muye noticed that Leng Ruoli was already spreading foundation evenly on herself.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Muye asked.

He'd originally thought she was going to remove the black foundation, but who would've thought she'd put on more and more.

"Getting ugly together with you. You're doing this for my sake, how could I be pretty all by myself? If we're going to be ugly, let's be ugly together. When we go out, our ugliness will average out and spread out the stares we get." Leng Ruoli said with a smile.

"What a dummy." Jiang Muye felt a warmth in his heart.

He didn't actually mind that much about looking ugly in front of Xiang Shan. After all, as long as he knew what his real looks were, that was enough.

But Leng Ruoli wanting to share the burden with him still moved him somewhat.

"I'm not a dummy, I just like you, that's all. Besides, I'm the one forcing you to make this little sacrifice—what's so great about that." Leng Ruoli's red lips pouted slightly. Jiang Muye leaned in, lifted her chin, and gave her a kiss.

"Alright, I don't want you to get ugly. I want you to stay pretty and beautiful. I don't want you to wrong yourself—you look perfectly fine just the way you are." Jiang Muye said gently.

Jiang Muye didn't want any voices mocking Leng Ruoli to appear, and he didn't want others gossiping about Leng Ruoli's faults.

If someone had to be ugly, let him be the ugly one. Why drag her down with him?

"But…" Leng Ruoli still had some concerns.

"If it can make your mom like me a little less, then I'm still willing to wrong myself like this. Anyway, us being able to get married smoothly is far more important than any looks. Besides good looks, I've got brains too." Jiang Muye smiled. "Although after being with you, my IQ has gotten lower."

"Are you praising me or insulting me!" Leng Ruoli had originally been moved to tears by what Jiang Muye said earlier, but after hearing his next words, she instantly broke down.

She reached out and lightly pounded on Jiang Muye's body. Jiang Muye laughed and caught her hand, pulling her fiercely into his embrace.

"Definitely praising you. I can't bear to criticize you."