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The lively atmosphere in the venue continued, with lights flashing and voices buzzing. Each brand was doing its utmost to showcase its strengths, eager to carve out a path in the brutal market competition. However, the booth of Her Hair Care remained desolate, like an isolated island quietly standing amidst this commercial battlefield.
Ye Mo Li sat behind the booth, her hands clasped on the table, her gaze drifting over the throngs of people passing by. Internally, she was far from as calm as she appeared; she knew that time was running out for her and Shen Dudu. This summit was supposed to be their opportunity—a turning point that would allow Her Hair Care to officially enter the market and gain recognition. Yet, the current situation was proving to be much more challenging than they had anticipated.
As she pondered how to break through this predicament, Shen Dudu's phone suddenly rang.
Shen Dudu froze for a moment before quickly pulling out her phone. Upon seeing the caller ID, her expression stiffened for a second before she forced a strained smile, turning slightly to press the answer button.
"Hello... Yes, this is Shen Dudu..."
The voice on the other end wasn't loud, but Ye Mo Li still keenly caught snippets of the conversation—bank debt collection.
"Yes, we are actively expanding our sales channels... Yes, we are also addressing the cash flow issue..." Shen Dudu's voice carried a hint of tension as she deliberately softened her tone in an attempt to placate the collector on the other end. "Our product quality is absolutely fine; didn’t the bank assess our technological value before agreeing to lend us money?"
It was clear that something unfriendly had been said on the other end of the line. Shen Dudu's fingers tightened around her phone, turning pale at the knuckles. She took a deep breath, striving to keep her voice calm: "We will repay on time; please give us a little more time."
Ye Mo Li remained silent, simply watching Shen Dudu's back with a slightly heavy gaze. She understood the content of this call all too well and knew that each time Shen Dudu faced such debt collection calls, she would try her best to act as if nothing were wrong. But in reality, their situation was already quite dire.
Five million.
This figure loomed over them like a heavy mountain pressing down on their shoulders.
Initially, they had secured a loan from the bank based on their research and product potential. At that time, they were filled with confidence, believing their products were worth it; once they opened up the market, this money would not be an issue. However, reality had dealt them a harsh blow—lack of distribution channels was a fatal flaw.
Their products might be strong, but without exposure, no one was willing to believe that an unknown brand could outperform established names in the market. No channels meant no sales; no sales meant cash flow depletion. And that five million loan now felt like a chain tightening around their necks, making it increasingly difficult for them to breathe.
Finally ending the call, Shen Dudu let out a long sigh and forced a weary smile as she turned back around. "Haha... That's just how banks are; they're especially proactive when it comes to collecting debts."
Ye Mo Li said nothing, merely offering a faint smile, choosing not to expose her disguise.
She knew that their time was running out.
This was their last chance.
Ye Mo Li understood well that the products from Her Hair Care had never been the issue; their technology was more competitive than many well-known brands, especially in the niche of specialized hair care. Their research could even be considered at the forefront of the industry. However, no matter how good the products were, if no one was willing to try them and no one could see the results, it amounted to nothing. This summit was their final threshold for entering the market. If they continued to remain unnoticed, their brand could very well vanish—losing completely without a chance to recover.
They could not afford to lose.
They could not wait any longer.
Ye Mo Li's hand tightened gently into a fist as she took a deep breath. Then she reached out and tugged at Shen Dudu's sleeve, whispering, "How about… I become the model?"
Her voice was soft, but in the bustling venue, it rang out clear as day.
Shen Dudu froze, her round eyes widening in surprise, instantly sparkling with excitement. "Are you serious?!"
Ye Mo Li nodded slightly, a bittersweet yet determined smile pulling at her lips.
"This is our last resort," she said.
However, Shen Dudu's eyes brightened for a moment before dimming again. Her lips moved hesitantly before she finally whispered, "But… your armpit hair..."
Those four words hung in the air like a taboo, causing the atmosphere to grow heavy in an instant.
Ye Mo Li's body stiffened slightly. Even though she had grown accustomed to this situation and had developed a hard shell through countless odd glances, she instinctively wanted to retreat when the question was raised again.
Her armpit hair...
That existence, which could not be accepted by society's "standard of beauty," had subjected her to ridicule, discrimination, and denial in countless situations. She was used to covering it with long sleeves and hiding it meticulously in every circumstance, as if it would cease to be a problem as long as no one saw it.
But she knew this was merely self-deception.
The world had an invisible set of rules regarding the aesthetics of hair, and no matter what, she could never meet that standard.
She nervously swallowed and slowly spoke, "I... I'm fine with it."
Her voice was a bit hoarse, but each word was pronounced clearly. She lowered her head, gripping the edge of the table tightly, as if trying to convince herself: "Being laughed at is fine... being mocked is fine... black or red is still red."
By the end, she managed a faint smile.
Shen Dudu looked at her with a complex expression, as if weighing the feasibility of this decision. Finally, she let out a long breath and patted Ye Mo Li's shoulder, revealing a determined smile. "Alright, let's take this gamble!"
This was a bet they could not afford to lose.
Shen Dudu took a deep breath and suddenly grabbed Ye Mo Li's shoulders, shaking her vigorously. Her round eyes sparkled with unwavering determination as if she were declaring to the entire universe:
"Listen up! I will make you the most beautiful woman at this event!!"
Her tone was resolute and passionate, filled with an undeniable conviction, as if Ye Mo Li were not standing at this cold booth but preparing to step onto a world-class stage and dazzle everyone like a supermodel.
Ye Mo Li paused for a moment, then a faint smile crept onto her lips. She didn’t say anything but slowly extended her hand, removing her glasses from her face, gently folding them, and placing them on the table.
In that instant, it was as if an invisible veil had been lifted, revealing the beauty hidden behind the lenses without reservation.
Her face was small and delicate, like a patch of early winter snow—pure and flawless. Her skin was so fair that it seemed to reflect the soft glow of the lights around her. Without the obstruction of her glasses, her obsidian-like eyes finally shone in their entirety, resembling a tranquil night sky with the Milky Way mirrored within them, sparkling with a deep and elusive brilliance. Within those depths lay an indescribable sadness, yet there was also an undeniable resilience and stubbornness.
Her nose was elegantly shaped, and her lips bore a natural soft pink hue—unembellished yet exuding an irresistible purity. As one’s gaze traveled downward, her figure was astonishing—
Her long legs reached nearly to Shen Dudu's lower chest, their proportions perfect to the point of being surreal.
Her black hair cascaded like a silky waterfall from her shoulders, gently swaying with the slightest movement. Under the light, her strands shimmered like a galaxy, as if she were a meticulously crafted work of art, each hair carrying an alluring charm.
Shen Dudu stared at Ye Mo Li before her, her eyes widening in an instant, mouth slightly agape as if she had forgotten to breathe.
From the moment she met Ye Mo Li, she knew she was extraordinarily beautiful. However, due to always wearing glasses and dressing in long sleeves that wrapped her up tightly while maintaining a low profile, her beauty had never truly been revealed.
But now…
As the glasses were removed and she finally stood there, unmasked and showcasing herself—
She resembled a long-buried star that had finally ignited in the darkness, radiating an undeniable brilliance.
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