The makeup artist began applying makeup to Shen You’an.

When Shen You’an took off her glasses, she heard the makeup artist beside her gasp.

These glasses were like a magic artifact sealing her beauty; the moment they were removed, the girl’s beauty was amplified a hundredfold.

Not an exaggeration at all.

Na Amo was sitting beside her and was also taken aback upon seeing this.

Although the Sang family had inherited good looks, none had been so remarkably striking as Shen You’an.

Whom does this child resemble?

Looking at her now, she didn’t resemble anyone; she seemed like a genetic mutation.

She suspected Shen You’an wasn’t even nearsighted; maybe she wore glasses just to conceal her beauty, otherwise, stepping out would lead to widespread adoration.

The makeup artist snapped out of her shock and cautiously applied makeup to Shen You’an. The girl’s skin was flawless, like a peeled egg, with no blemishes, making it difficult for the makeup artist to begin.

Her bare face probably looked better than any makeup she could apply.

But on camera, faces tend to be broadened, so the makeup artist added some highlighter and blush, applied lipstick, making Shen You’an’s face look more vibrant and full, enhancing her presence for the camera.

Shen You’an’s most beautiful feature was her eyes, naturally double-lidded with long, curly, black eyelashes, her pupils clean yet profound, like a vast galaxy, mysterious and beautiful, capturing anyone at a glance.

There was no need to add anything extra to these eyes.

Her hair needed no styling, smooth and silky, fashionably chestnut-colored, appearing natural rather than dyed; this color made her features look even more exquisite. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

However, for the commercial shoot, her hairstyle needed a bit of work. The makeup artist styled her hair into a French princess bun, balancing Shen You’an’s cool demeanor with added youthful sweetness.

Shen You’an put her glasses back on, reducing her beauty instantly, but even so, she was still the most strikingly beautiful woman in the crowd.

The makeup artist instinctively wanted to stop her but thought better of it.

At this moment, Rong Xianning also came out in his outfit.

The young man was dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, overlaid with a light blue knit vest, black trousers, and white sneakers, accentuating his tall and slender figure, highlighting his clean and sunny disposition, typical of the handsome guy every campus has, stirring every girl’s adolescent heart.

Na Amo looked at the boy, her expression momentarily dazed.

She saw the shadow of her husband when he was young in this boy.

Na Amo regained her senses, shaking her head with a smile; perhaps excellent people always have similarities.

Shen You’an’s outfit was a white blouse, black short skirt, overlaid with a light blue knit vest, matching Rong Xianning’s color scheme.

The two stood together, truly a perfect pair.

The shoot location was in the courtyard, already set up. The cold weather called for down jackets, yet the two were dressed lightly, neither uttered a complaint, focused and dedicated to the shooting.

Na Amo stood by the window, watching the shoot, as they struck poses demanded by the commercial director. Both were natural stars, displaying superb performance in front of the camera, each shot capturing magazine-quality visuals, prompting repeated praise from the director.

Beside her stood a tall man, silent from the beginning.

Na Amo recognized him as Rong Xianning’s assistant and bodyguard.

At this moment, the man’s phone rang urgently.

The man took out his phone and glanced at it, saw the caller ID, instinctively frowned, and immediately hung up, putting it back in his pocket.

Although the man remained expressionless, Na Amo detected a hint of disgust in his actions.

By the phone case, she identified it as Rong Xianning’s phone, besides, with her good eyesight, with just a quick glance, she saw the name on the caller ID.

Na Amo conjured the shape of those two characters in her mind; she reacted a bit slowly and softly murmured the name: "Zhou Rong?"

Xiao Hu instinctively glanced at her.

Na Amo found this name very familiar, incredibly familiar, as if she’d heard it before.

Na Amo furrowed her brow in deep thought.

Those who do research undeniably have good memories; soon, Na Amo retrieved this name from her memories.

She trembled suddenly, then instinctively shook her head: "It must be a duplicate name..."

Xiao Hu was puzzled by Na Amo’s murmuring.

Soon after, her arm tightly gripped Xiao Hu’s, her slender fingers clinging to his arm, her pale joints revealing her urgent inner thoughts.

"Who is Zhou Rong?"

Xiao Hu realized she had seen the name displayed on the caller ID. Due to her caring nature towards Rong Xianning, Xiao Hu couldn’t respond harshly but found her reaction strange.

Seeing Xiao Hu silent, Na Amo couldn’t help but ask again, "I’m asking you, who is Zhou Rong?"

Her tone was filled with urgency, shedding the usual calm dignity of a scientist.

Xiao Hu glanced around, the makeup artist had gone to watch the shoot outside, leaving no one in the room.

Xiao Hu whispered, "Zhou Rong is Xiao Rong’s mother."

Na Amo thought of the woman who aggressively confronted Rong Xianning in the TV station corridor last time; the distance and dim lighting prevented her from seeing the woman’s face clearly.

Was this Zhou Rong the same Zhou Rong she knew?

The shadow from sixteen years ago was vivid; she didn’t want to recall it but couldn’t help thinking.

What if it was the same person? Could there be such coincidences in the world?

Na Amo released Xiao Hu and fell into deep thought.

Even if it was the Zhou Rong she knew, how would that matter? So many years had passed, dust returns to dust.

But Rong Xianning turning out to be her son, how could someone like her have such an outstanding child?

This was truly mind-boggling.

But it’s best not to jump to conclusions; it might just be a namesake.

Yet, for some reason, Na Amo’s heart raced inexplicably; her intuition told her things weren’t so simple.

Shen You’an and Rong Xianning worked efficiently; the director, sympathetic to the pair, gave them a brief break to warm up and rest inside.

Shen You’an and Rong Xianning came in, and Xiao Hu immediately handed a thermos to Rong Xianning.

Shen You’an had no assistant but had brought her thermos along, her backpack watched over by Na Amo.

Na Amo stood dazed, lost in thought, not noticing Shen You’an’s arrival.

Shen You’an called out, "Aunt Mo?"

Na Amo remained immersed in her thoughts.

Xiao Hu pulled Shen You’an aside, secretly reporting Na Amo’s inquiry and subsequent unusual reaction to her earlier question.

Being a professional bodyguard, Xiao Hu’s vigilance was exceptional. Na Amo’s reaction to seeing the name Zhou Rong, which might relate to Rong Xianning, compelled Xiao Hu to be extra cautious.

Shen You’an raised her brows upon hearing this.

Things were progressing more smoothly than she had imagined.