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I’m a global makeup mogul worth tens of bi||ions, yet I turned down sky-high offers just to do my brother’s bride’s wedding makeup. She called me “unclean” for not being a v1rgin, smashed my mi||ion do||ars products, and accused me of trying to seduce the groom. I calmly told her, “That Maserati your husband drives—it was a gift from me.” She scoffed, calling me delusional. For “fun,” her bridesmaids stuffed red envelopes into my clothes and let a group of men grope me under the excuse of a “search.” I struggled and shouted, only to receive laughter and even crueler humiliation. They said, “The wilder the chaos, the luckier the wedding.” Just as my dress was about to be torn apart, a powerful man kicked the door open, shouting in terror, “Stop! Don’t you dare hurt my sister!” Everyone froze. I looked at the horrified bride and said slowly: “The only reason your family rose again was my overseas capital. Now, I’m taking it back.” “The game ends now.” I picked up my phone. “Short their entire family.” Those who once stepped on me will learn tomorrow who truly controls their fate. At the end of the year, I deliberately turned down a high-profile makeup contract for an international fashion show, deciding instead to return and do makeup for my brother’s new wife. But she asked me if I was a virg//in in a nearly offhand manner. Looking at her swollen belly, I figured she was worried I’d mock her, so I just came out and said I wasn’t. To my surprise, she immediately swept all my makeup products onto the floor. “Don’t you know today is my wedding day? How dare someone as impure as you touch me?!” “Quickly find a virg//in to do my makeup. If you jinx me, my husband won’t let you get away with this!” “Also, take all your makeup away! The stuff you’ve used is absolutely disgusting!” I stared at her belly, confused. How could a woman who was pregnant out of wedlock dare to call others "impure"? I bent down and picked up the scattered products, then called my brother. “Your wi
