No matter how waterproof the envelope and the letter inside were, they were still made of paper.
As soon as they floated into the furnace, they immediately turned into ashes, not even leaving a trace.
But that didn't include a letter.
However, the last letter that was thrown in was actually still intact.
The envelope was surrounded by flames, but it couldn't make it curl up.
Seeing this scene, the butler was stunned at first. Then he seemed to realize something and immediately took out the tools to extinguish the fire.
Then he put on gloves and carefully took out the letter.
The butler took a closer look and found that the envelope was not only intact, but there wasn't even a speck of dust on it. He was confused and frightened.
He was responsible for managing the periphery of Laurent Castle and received dozens of traditional letters every day.
These letters were basically sent by the fanatical fans outside. The members of the Laurent family read them a few times and stopped reading them.
They also said that if such letters were sent in the future, they would be burned.
If it was really important, they wouldn't use such an ancient method of communication.
The butler burned letters every day, and it had long become a habit.
And today was the first time he had encountered such a thing.
He had never heard of any paper that couldn't even be burned by fire.
What if it was something poisonous?
It wouldn't be good if it harmed the young masters and young ladies in the manor.
Just as the butler was hesitating whether to hand in the letter or not, footsteps came from the hall on the first floor of the castle.
At the same time, a voice sounded from behind him, "Give me the letter in your hand."
The butler suddenly came back to his senses and turned his head, but he didn't recognize the person.
But he noticed that the person's cuffs were embroidered with golden irises.
Golden irises were the symbol of Laurent Bank.
Only the core servants of the castle would carry such a symbol.
The butler hurriedly handed over the letter in his hand.
"It's fine." The young servant took it and sighed softly. "I knew you would burn letters, so I specially used nanomaterials."
The butler was at a loss and scared. He probed, "You mean …"
"It has nothing to do with you." The young servant waved his hand. "Go ahead."
After carefully stuffing the letter into his pocket, he left the castle hall and walked around the garden to the innermost part of the manor.
The butler naturally didn't dare to follow them.
He could be considered an old servant of the Laurent family. He had worked for the family for thirteen years, but he was still not allowed to enter the core area of the castle.
It was said that the real leader of the Laurent family lived there.
Not to mention him, even the other members of the family were not allowed to enter without permission.
In that case, this letter must have been wanted by the real person in power.
Thinking of this, the butler broke out in cold sweat.
Fortunately, the letter was fine. Otherwise, even if he had several lives, it wouldn't be enough.
**
Hua.
Hu City.
Two o 'clock in the afternoon.
In a top-notch styling shop.
This styling shop only served rich and famous ladies, and today was the first time it had booked the entire place.
In the shop, makeup artists, beauticians, hairdressers, and other technicians came and went with many tools in their hands.
Ying Zijin sat in front of the mirror with no expression.
Behind her were the students of Class 19 and Old Mr. Zhong.
She didn't want to talk to any of them at all. She didn't even want to recall how she had been dragged here.
In the morning, she had finished her biology lesson for Class 19 and had fallen asleep on the table at noon. Before she woke up, Xiu Yu and another girl in the class had dragged her away, saying that they would treat her to a new dessert.
Then, she didn't see Ying Zijin at the dessert shop. Instead, she saw Old Mr. Zhong waiting for her with a smile and a group of stylists who were eager to give it a try.
Then, she was pressed down on the chair.
"Miss Zijin, your skin is so good." The makeup artist looked at the girl with amazement and envy. "I originally planned to do an exfoliation and photon whitening for you, but it seems that there's no need."
She picked up the mask next to her and couldn't wait any longer. "Let me give you a moisturizing treatment so that you can put on makeup."
Ying Zijin yawned. She remembered that she had been staying up late recently, so she nodded.
After the moisturizing process was completed, the makeup artist pushed the makeup cart over and asked, "Miss Zijin, what style of makeup do you want? Forest style? Or Bohemian style? "
Ying Zijin said, "Please draw me a punk."
The makeup artist was speechless.
Old Mr. Zhong, who had also listened carefully, was speechless.
Ying Zijin saw Old Mr. Zhong clutching his chest in the mirror with a pained expression. She paused and reluctantly changed her words. "Baroque."
Baroque makeup was very retro, and it was only popular in Continent O.
Because even if her facial features were a little flat and blemished, it would look out of place with Baroque makeup.
The makeup artist had worked here for several years, but she had only met two people who requested Baroque makeup, so she had forgotten this style.
However, there was really no makeup more suitable for the girl in front of her than Baroque.
It was low-key, luxurious, noble, and mysterious.
The makeup artist's eyes lit up. She was inspired and immediately got to work.
"The gown! The gown is here! " Half an hour later, Xiu Yu brought in a big box from outside. "Papa YIng, look, I bought a few gowns for you. Choose one."
As she spoke, she opened the box and took out the gowns one by one for Ying Zijin to see.
There was a sea-blue princess gown, a retro little black dress, and a cheongsam with a pipa front.
Every one of them was custom-made and cost more than a million yuan.
Ying Zijin slowly exhaled. "Is there anything that doesn't show the arms or legs, and it's best to cover the neck?"
The subordinate scratched his head and looked confused. "Ah? Then there's only an Arabian robe. "
Xiu Yu was speechless.
Why did he have to cover up his good figure? As a girl, her heart ached when she saw it.
Although Papa YIng was wearing an Arabian robe, his appearance and aura were directly crushing.
Xiu Yu could only helplessly put the gown back into the box.
At this moment, a shop assistant ran in with a gift box in her hands. "Miss Zijin, someone sent this."
Ying Zijin was still putting on makeup, and Xiu Yu helped to open it.
Inside was a black gown, but it wasn't a dress.
Xiu Yu could tell at a glance that just the top of this gown cost more than ten million yuan.
Including the diamonds and other materials on the gown, the total price was definitely more than a hundred million yuan.
Who sent such a big gift?
Although Xiu Yu was curious, she didn't ask. "Papa YIng, what a coincidence. This gown suits your preferences. I'll help you put it on after you're done with your makeup."
**
Hu City Hall.
The concert started at seven o 'clock, and many fans came to line up at four o' clock in the afternoon.
Most of the fans came to Ying Luwei's concert for the first time. When they could enter at six o 'clock, they couldn't wait.
Backstage.
Ying Luwei was doing her makeup in front of the mirror, but she didn't look good.
Originally, she had already made an appointment with the stylist, but just a few hours ago, the stylist told her that they couldn't serve her.
She increased the price, but the stylist didn't change it.
Things happened so suddenly that she couldn't find another makeup artist, so she had to do it herself.
Zhong Manhua was sitting next to her. She couldn't sit still and was very anxious.
She had been deliberately avoiding everything related to Ying Zijin.
During this period of time, Qing Zhi didn't call her, so she was relieved.
She didn't expect that Ying Luwei would throw such a bomb at her.
Zhong Manhua only found out what had happened after she arrived at the Hall. She couldn't leave even if she wanted to.
When she thought about how many famous artists were coming, and how there was a live broadcast online, her heart, liver, and lungs ached.
Zhong Manhua thought that Ying Luwei was kind enough to give Ying Zijin a chance to make friends with famous artists. In this case, she could directly refuse.
Unexpectedly, it was Ying Zijin who wanted to come.
"Sister-in-law, are you not feeling well?" Ying Luwei had been paying attention to Zhong Manhua from the corner of her eyes. She pretended to be careless. "Do you want to go to the hospital?"
"It's just a stomachache." Zhong Manhua naturally wouldn't tell her that she didn't want to see Ying Zijin play. "It's nothing serious."
"Sister-in-law, you must take care of yourself." Ying Luwei finished her makeup and stood up. "The concert is about to start. Let me take you to your seat."
Hearing these words, Zhong Manhua subconsciously tightened her grip on her bag.
They walked out of the door and bumped into a foreigner.
"You are Mr. Bart, aren't you?" Ying Luwei was stunned at first, and then she was surprised and said in English, "I am deeply honored that you condescended to attend my concert. After the concert, can you give me some advice?"
"Do I know you well?" After being dragged here by Burke, Bart, who had been holding back his anger, was even more impatient to talk to Ying Luwei. He directly ignored her and looked behind. "Where is the other performer? Hasn't she come yet? "
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