MGASC -Chapter 155 So Cheesy

“Lin Tianyue…” After sitting quietly for a moment, Zhang Qiao whispered his name.

Lin Tianyue tilted his head to glance at her: “Can you call me something else?”

Zhang Qiao: Hah, he’s really got a handle on this.

“Call what? Big rough guy?”

Suddenly, Lin Tianyue leaned over, straddling her lightly, hands pressing on her shoulders: “Which big, which rough, which guy?”

So aggressive!

Zhang Qiao’s heart thumped wildly. Uh… can this even be said out loud?

She looked at the veins bulging on his forehead and neck, then raised her small hand to touch the veins on his neck: “Are you angry?”

“No!”

Her fingertips happened to brush his Adam’s apple. Lin Tianyue’s throat shifted with a “gulp”: “Qiao Qiao, don’t ever doubt me again! All I think about when I’m outside… is you!”

Zhang Qiao’s heart skipped violently. She wanted to argue a bit, but his tone sounded so aggrieved and sincere.

“Mm, got it.” She nodded obediently, her eyes flickering. “But Gu Yu wants to start a company with you. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Lin Tianyue released her, leaning lazily on the pillow: “Whether it works out depends on how this batch sells. Didn’t you want to open a restaurant in Jiangcheng? Here’s my plan: leave the factory to Da Lin and Lao Wu, you and Yingzi run the restaurant, I run the trading company, and Gu Yu will invest—he’s got contacts and will handle sourcing. That way, everything’s balanced.”

There was a sparkle of anticipation in his eyes as he spoke. Meeting that look, Zhang Qiao’s heart stirred.

She leaned closer: “How did you know I wanted to open a restaurant in Jiangcheng?”

Lin Tianyue glanced at her casually: “Who do you think I am? I can read your little thoughts. Last time you went to Chunhua Restaurant and ordered that table full of dishes, I saw it then! Your ambition isn’t limited to this county.”

“So… you agree I can go?”

Lin Tianyue stretched out his arm, pulling her close: “Agree? Why would I make all these plans if I didn’t? Zhang Qiao, you’re my wife. Whatever you want to do, I support you. Whatever you want in the future, go for it. I’ve got everything covered anyway.”

Zhang Qiao felt his strong arms around her, her heart pounding as if it would jump out of her chest.

Ahhhh, this big rough guy has really turned into a model husband! Saying he’ll support her unconditionally… he’s way too nice!

She remembered when she wanted to sell sauerkraut fish before, he had looked down on it.

But now, he said he would support her unconditionally.

Wuwuwu, how is she supposed to handle this fluttering heart!

Seeing her hesitant gaze, Lin Tianyue pinched her cheek: “Don’t be too touched. Just one thing—never call me ‘big rough guy’ again!”

Zhang Qiao: “Then… what should I call you?”

Lin Tianyue stopped mid-sentence, swallowing it back: “You figure it out.”

She had called him that so smoothly earlier today… and now she was pretending to have forgotten.

Zhang Qiao thought seriously for a moment: “…Tianyue?”

Ugh, so cheesy!

But Lin Tianyue smiled, planting a kiss on her lips: “Good girl, go to sleep.”

Zhang Qiao: This man is way too easy to please!

The next day was a weekend. After breakfast, Zhang Qiao got busy.

She dressed the three little ones neatly and made Lin Tianyue put on formal attire, meticulously styling his hair. To make him look sharp, she even applied a bit of mousse.

Blue shirt, black trousers, black shoes, a tie, and the hairstyle she’d fixed—full-on CEO vibes.

Even the mischievous three kids didn’t dare act out in front of him.

Zhang Ling stared at the neatly dressed family: “Qiao Qiao, I have to say, after you tidied him up, my brother-in-law really looks sharp.”

She couldn’t find another word; Lin Tianyue had never looked so handsome, so imposing.

The three children were also dressed neatly, each looking cute in their own way.

Her sister Zhang Qiao, even while pregnant, was still a beauty among expectant mothers, graceful in every gesture, radiant in her glances.

Lin Tianyue, embarrassed by the compliment, stood by the window: “When’s the photographer coming? All dressed up like this, stiff as a board!”

Zhang Qiao, looking at her sister, remembered—oh right, today they could take a couple of photos of her too.

“Sister, change your clothes too. My makeup just arrived yesterday; I’ll do your makeup, and we’ll take some nice photos.”

Zhang Ling, nervous at getting her turn, shrank back: “I’m not taking photos, I’m not. You guys are a family, why should I interfere?”

Lin Tianyue: “Interfere? It’s just convenient to do it together.”

Zhang Qiao: “Exactly, youth is fleeting—take a few photos for memories.”

She didn’t argue further, dragged her sister into her room, and pulled out her hairstyling and makeup kit, forcing Zhang Ling to sit at the mirror.

Zhang Qiao stood behind her, holding her sister’s chin to inspect her face:

“Sister, you’ve got a perfect oval face; your eyes, nose, and mouth are all good. Your eyebrows are a bit light—I’ll give you an eyebrow pencil. Draw them every day and you’ll look much more spirited. Your skin’s a little rough, too—I’ll give you some facial cream. Use it every day.”

Zhang Ling, shy, sat flustered: “Draw what? I’m old now.”

“Only 27, what’s old? You’re in your prime.”

“And who am I drawing for?”

“For yourself!” Zhang Qiao said with absolute certainty.

“Sis… haven’t you seen your husband in a few days, so you feel a bit sad? But a man or marriage isn’t the whole of life. Beauty is for those who appreciate it. And that ‘appreciator’ isn’t just men. It means live beautifully, for yourself, and for everyone willing to admire you.”

Zhang Ling’s disappointed heart was filled with warmth by her sister’s words.

She looked at herself in the mirror seriously. Indeed, at 17 or 18, she had been in her prime, beautiful and youthful. Otherwise, Xu Liang wouldn’t have noticed her at the temple fair.

Back then, he even went against his family to marry her.

Zhang Ling thought she had met a good man. Being people-pleasing, she tried desperately to repay any kindness she received. Household chores, farm work, even caring for his parents—she took care of everything, ignoring coldness and ridicule.

Her eyes and heart were full of Xu Liang, full of family—except herself.

Now, at 27, her skin was darker, rougher, her palms calloused, wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, back and legs sore, living worse than someone 37.

Yet Xu Liang treated her coldly. What was the point?

Zhang Qiao applied foundation on her sister’s face, a touch of blush, drew willow-leaf eyebrows, applied earth-toned eyeshadow, and a thin layer of lipstick.

The lipstick and eyeshadow were basic shades; even the eyebrow pencil was just black.

But it didn’t matter. Before transmigrating, Zhang Qiao had been a beauty vlogger—her makeup skills top-notch. With just a few strokes, she managed to create a daily look perfect for Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling’s features were already good; a little enhancement gave her face dimension, transforming her aura into something gentle and approachable.