The Female Celebrity Transmigrated into the Daughter of Her Arch Nemesis-Chapter 132: A Day in the Life of a Visible Bag

That night, from the two elderly people of the Ji family to the youngest who was still in school, everyone had posted a big family reunion photo on their social media.

So the whole upper-class circle knew that Ji family's little princess had bravely seized the national first prize.

The only puzzling thing was Ji family's little princess's smile...it looked a little forced?

But according to their own child, she seemed to be not fond of smiling by nature, hmm, that should be an illusion.

In just a few hours, the news that Ji Ruochu had gotten the national first prize spread throughout this upper-class society.

That day, the gossip and chats in the circle almost all revolved around this family.

Some marveled at how impressive the Ji family was, some marveled that the couple Ji Mochen and his wife had produced such an outstanding child, and some specifically called to ask the couple about their parenting methods.

Fortunately, although the couple was complacent, they still knew some restraints and didn't reveal anything on their social media.

What Ji Ruochu didn't expect was that after she arrived at school, a second wave of congratulations followed in quick succession.

"Ruochu, this is for you!"

"Congratulations Ruochu on getting the national first prize."

"This is a gift I specially picked for you!"

Ji Ruochu's classmates who also got the national first prize gifts were a little surprised by the scale of celebrations for their buddy getting the award, but they were still kind enough to hurriedly prepare gifts for her overnight.

Listening to the constant congratulations around her and getting teased over and over again, Ji Ruochu felt: ...

If there was anyone now saying she liked making a scene, she could have defended herself, but sadly - there was no one.

Everyone seemed to have just accepted that this was the way she liked to celebrate.

Very well, the situation where only she got hurt was successfully created.

But what could she do, thinking of her parents who had finally managed to turn themselves around from being perennial failures, she could only grit her teeth and bear this heavy love.

What she didn't expect was that there was another victim in this matter, that was - Brother Qin.

For half a month in a row, Brother Qin had to endure his artists asking him when meeting, "How did you know my daughter got the national first prize in math Olympics?"

The clamor was so much that Brother Qin almost wanted to pack him up and throw him into a variety show.

Therefore, every time he met Ji Ruochu, he would show a sincere expression of "Child, you've had a hard time".

It also gave Ji Ruochu some comfort.

Fortunately, it only lasted for half a month.

After half a month, as Ji Mochen's work schedule increased, Ji Ruochu's life finally returned to normal, returning to the routine of school, martial arts gym, and Ji's family every day.

It was worth mentioning that the award list for this national competition also gained some popularity in the math Olympics circle, especially the list and group photo of the gold medal winners.

Fortunately, the Ji family had always paid attention to Ji Ruochu's popularity. Others tried their best to get on the hot search, while they tried their best to get off the hot search. 𝐟𝐫eewe𝗯𝐧𝚘ve𝐥.c𝚘𝚖

It could be said that they did their utmost to ensure Ji Ruochu's peaceful life to the greatest extent.

Well...of course, sometimes it wasn't so peaceful, like right now.

"Are you sure?" Looking at the hair bands, lipsticks and other items on the table, Ji Ruochu raised her eyebrows.

"Of course." While taking out Ling Chujin's makeup, Ji Mochen said solemnly,

"My daughter, don't feel stressed, just be casual and don't worry, your dad's face can still take it."

A week ago, Brother Qin finally couldn't stand it and sent Ji Mochen to a variety show. The show turned out well and attracted lots of fans.

But on that show, Ji Mochen lost a game.

And the punishment for the loser was to dress up like one of the characters in their new movie being released on the first day.

So Ji Mochen, who had always been secretly jealous that his wife could enjoy their daughter's makeup services, finally found a chance to ask his daughter to give him a full makeover fair and square.

"But I don't know how to do male makeup."

"It doesn't matter, your dad has been called feminine since he was little, female makeup will work too!"

Ji Ruochu: ...There's really no need to try so hard.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to put on makeup for Dad?" Seeing her reluctant expression, her dad's upturned peach blossom eyes drooped down.

"...No, I was just thinking about which look I should do for you." She didn't have time to watch that movie anyway.

"That's easy to solve. Dad has already chosen it for you. Let's do this one, the heroine of this movie is quite popular recently."

In the blink of an eye, Ji Mochen opened the photo he had already saved on his phone.

Ji Ruochu: ...

Resigned, she took the phone and swiped back. She discovered that right after the heroine's stills were the male lead's photos. Clearly, he had prepared very thoroughly.

"My daughter, let's just put on this female makeup for me. Don't bother making it too alike, just for show is fine." Seeing her keep swiping back, her dad quickly stopped her.

He knew that the male lead's makeup was much more low-key than the heroine's. He finally got a chance to let his daughter play with makeup on his face, how could he make it so simple?

Thinking of this, Ji Mochen felt sad. Weren't children supposed to go through a phase where they detested their parents?

Why didn't his daughter have that?

What about the promised dad's braided pigtails, lipstick drawings, covid tests and other parent-child interactions?

He had been secretly preparing for it for several years, but never got to use any of it.

No, he must make up for all of that today!

Seeing her dad get more and more excited, Ji Ruochu thought: ...Well, another day I can't understand my nemesis.