The King’s Enchanting Chapter 1815 - 1829: Finale (10)

The end result of the "tragedy" was that Yu Zexiao was once again grabbed by Leng Yunting and Leng Yunlin on both sides, with his legs pressed down by Qin Xian. Yu Zexiao immediately struggled and shouted angrily, "Let go, let go! I don’t want to put on makeup, I don’t want to put on makeup!"

Ling Yichuan approached with a makeup palette, grinning slyly, "Little beauty—oh no, little Xingxing, don’t move, don’t move, let your brother give you a pretty makeup!"

"Get lost, you pervert!" Yu Zexiao was pressed down with both hands and feet, still struggling to scratch him: "You pervert, get away from me!"

"And you call me a ’pervert’ with the way you’re dressed?" Yu Zexiao was still wearing a princess dress with a golden wig, looking more like the "pervert" here.

"Help! Molestation! Let go of me!" Yu Zexiao couldn’t struggle, so he had to "seek help."

To be fair, Yu Zexiao did look rather "womanly" after the outfit change, despite not having a chest, much like a little wife snatched by a mountain king.

"Alright, alright, little beauty, stop shouting. Even if you scream your heart out, no one will come to rescue you!"

Ling Yichuan stepped forward with the makeup palette, his "sleazy" demeanor causing Luo Qingxue and Mu Qingyu to shake their heads: "What a brute!"

Yu Zexiao immediately looked at Luo Qingxue with a pleading face: "Qingxue, Qingxue, we’ve worked together before, right? We’re colleagues, right? Can you really just watch me get bullied by Ling Yichuan like this?"

Luo Qingxue laughed so hard she leaned forward and back, helplessly saying, "What can I do, I want to save you too! But our Yunting doesn’t agree, and if I intervene to save you—I’ll be in trouble myself tonight! I think you just have to endure it and ’give in’ to Yichuan!"

"You’re ruthless!" Yu Zexiao turned to Mu Qingyu next: "Qingyu! Qingyu! We’ve known each other for a long time, right? We’ve been friends for ages, right? I know you’re the most loyal, the kindest, the most soft-hearted woman! Save me, please save me!"

Mu Qingyu looked troubled: "I really want to help you."

Yu Zexiao sensed there’s hope: "Qingyu, help me, just drag Leng Yunlin off my right arm! I’ll handle the rest myself!"

Mu Qingyu decisively spread her palms in front of him, smiling, "If I help you, what’s in it for me?"

"Huh? What’s in it for you?" Yu Zexiao was stunned. This was the first time someone had so "brazenly" demanded a "reward" for "rescuing" him!

"What, what do you want in return?"

"Well..." Mu Qingyu furrowed her brows, then smiled after a moment: "Since we’ve known each other for so many years, I won’t make it too hard for you. I’ll give you a friendly price: eighty-eight thousand, eight hundred and eighty-eight. I’ll help you, how about it?"

Yu Zexiao nearly spat blood. What kind of ridiculous number is that?

But with the "tyrant" Ling Yichuan already standing in front of him with the makeup palette, Yu Zexiao quickly nodded without hesitation, "Fine! Whatever you say, I’ll pay! Quick, drag Leng Yunlin off my right side!"

Mu Qingyu smiled and really stepped forward—then, she took the makeup palette from Ling Yichuan’s hand and started painting on Yu Zexiao’s face without a word!