Chapter Seventy-Six: A Gentleman’s Revenge

Su Wanning gave a detailed introduction in her livestream about the products she had just used and their proportions.

“This is an acid-based product. It works really well, but it’s also quite strong, so remember not to use too much. You also need to pay attention to your skin type—ideally, build up tolerance first.”

“…This one? This is hyaluronic acid, for hydration.”

“You’re amazing.” For once, Feng Rui looked at Su Wanning with genuine admiration, her prejudices set aside.

“Actually, these are all basic facts. If you’ve ever studied ingredient lists, it’s pretty easy to understand.”

[Su-jie, my admiration for you is as vast and unending as a river.]

[A chef, a healer, and now a beauty expert—and on top of it all, so beautiful! She’s truly unbeatable!]

[But honestly, all these products are so expensive. Even the cheapest bottle is in the thousands. Who can afford them?]

“You don’t have to follow my combinations exactly. As long as you understand the principles, you can use different products. Just choose what suits your skin and your budget.”

In response, the hungry audience in the livestream began to beg Su Wanning for affordable alternatives.

Su Wanning shook her head mysteriously. “That won’t do—no one’s paying me to advertise. That’s it for this segment.”

She had only made a casual joke, but to her surprise, the title “Beauty Healer” shot to the top of the trending searches.

Especially with the before-and-after comparison of Feng Rui’s complexion, Su Wanning was soon hailed as a miracle worker, and skincare brands quickly came knocking at her door.

Vincent organized the offers and brought them to Su Wanning for review. She went through them one by one, pausing on a particular page.

Vincent glanced over and sneered, his eyes full of disdain.

“Shengwei—after the way they treated you, they still have the nerve to approach us? I’m embarrassed for them.”

Su Wanning frowned slightly. No wonder the brand name felt familiar.

In her predecessor’s memories, during her lowest days, the brand had unilaterally broken their contract and refused to pay damages.

She still remembered negotiating with Vincent in Shengwei’s office, facing a manager who was nothing short of arrogant.

“I didn’t expect this. How interesting.”

Su Wanning seemed lost in thought, and Vincent immediately understood what she was thinking.

“My dear, don’t get any crazy ideas. Shengwei’s people may be questionable, but their reputation and popularity are solid. With the recent rise of domestic brands, they’re a dark horse we can’t afford to cross.”

But Su Wanning was born rebellious—the more Vincent warned her, the more curious she became.

“That settles it. Arrange for their brand rep to meet me here.”

“Huh?” Vincent was baffled.

But Su Wanning ignored his reaction, already taking out her phone and heading to Shengwei’s official website.

The homepage was plastered with ads for their “Pure Plant” skincare line.

Su Wanning narrowed her eyes, clicking into the main page. The marketing was sensational—claims of miraculous effects leapt out in bold, oversized font, designed to hook you at a glance.

They flaunted slogans like “domestic plant-based,” with the implication that all ingredients were naturally derived, gentle, and effective.

The tagline, “The Mysterious Power of the East,” was catchy and no doubt drew in patriotic customers.

Su Wanning didn’t bother with anything else. When she saw the ingredient ratios, her eyes lingered briefly. She flipped to the details page, but couldn’t find a comprehensive ingredient list.

Interesting.

She curled her lips in a faint smile, a bold suspicion taking shape in her mind.

The next day, Shengwei’s representative arrived on the grassland—this time, a different person—presenting her with an enormous basket of flowers.

“I heard you like red. These roses suit you perfectly.”

“Thank you.”

Su Wanning acted as if she bore no grudge, as though the past had been forgotten—much to the brand rep’s satisfaction.

This is how a true celebrity should be: times change, and profit comes first.

“Miss Su, our company is sincerely hoping to work with you. Here’s our contract. In addition to your endorsement and promotional fees, you can sell our products in your livestream. We’ll offer you a seventy percent commission.”

Seventy percent—a staggering figure.

Su Wanning quickly did the math in her head and gained more insight into the brand’s cost structure.

“Shouldn’t you introduce your products to me first?” Su Wanning barely glanced at the contract before leaning back in her chair, her expression unreadable.

“Here’s our brochure. Our Pure Plant line is all about extracting active ingredients from nature…”

“What ingredients are you extracting? How do you ensure their potency, and what results do they deliver on the skin? What are your usage percentages?”

Her rapid-fire questions left the brand rep speechless. Su Wanning then took a thick stack of quality inspection reports from her bag.

“Take a look. The so-called natural plant ingredients you advertise lose their efficacy during transport, rendering them useless on human skin. All those claims are mostly hype—the product offers nothing but basic hydration, and there’s even a risk of allergic reactions.”

With every word, the brand rep’s face darkened, while Vincent, barely containing himself, nearly jumped up to applaud.

At last, revenge was served—he remembered all too well the humiliation when he’d accompanied Su Wanning to terminate the previous contract.

Revenge may be slow, but it will come. Su Wanning’s future is bright!

“Miss Su, I think there’s been a misunderstanding. We have complete confidence in our products…” the rep stammered.

“I’m sorry, but I only trust data and results. If you want to continue working with me, fine. But we still have an unresolved contract—how can we sign a new deal when the last one remains unfinished?”

A faint smile played at Su Wanning’s lips. The red roses beside her were lush and vibrant, making her look all the more radiant.

“What contract?” the rep asked, his face stony.

“Isn’t it obvious? The previous cancellation—you still haven’t paid the penalty fee. Transfer the money and resolve the product issues, then we’ll talk. Otherwise, negotiations are over!”

Vincent finally found his momentum as well.

In the end, the brand rep who had arrived all smiles left with a face like thunder.

“Yes!” Su Wanning and Vincent high-fived.

“They’ll be worried we’ll go public with this. The penalty will be paid soon enough. When it comes, I’ll give you a bonus—you’ve worked hard lately.”

For once, Su Wanning spoke seriously. Vincent was so moved he nearly teared up. “Watching you grow stronger every day makes me happier than anything.”

That afternoon, a group of burly locals appeared outside the yurts on the grassland. Wang Zan introduced them as wrestlers.