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nThus, the next day, the pair of mother and son finished their breakfast and went back home to change their outfits.

nCompared to back then, Qiao Moyu was now somewhat famous, so she applied her makeup and disguise much more seriously this time.

nUsing a facial contouring technique, she made the outline of her face more solid and firm. She also thickened her eyebrows, drew herself an Adam’s Apple, and shaded her chin and upper lip, making it appear as if she had a stubble.

nAfter dressing up, she glanced at the mirror and smiled in satisfaction. This way, no one should be able to recognize her right?

nShe wrapped her chest and wore loose Taoist robes so that her chest wouldn’t be so obvious. After putting on her outfit, she proceeded to dress Luo Luo.

nThe boy didn’t need any makeup at all since he only needed to wear a fake bun. This time, Qiao Moyu specially adorned her son’s hairbun with a lotus leaf. In addition, she had him wear a green Taoist robe and cloth shoes, making him look like a small cultivator who had recently transmigrated to the modern world.

n“Baobei, when we go out later, remember not to call me ‘Mom.’ You have to call me ‘Master’!” Qiao Moyu reminded him, “Baobei, we’re going to work so we have to go with our heads held high!” Qiao Moyu urged.

nThe toddler nodded again and again. Suddenly, he straightened his back, but rather than pushing out his chest, he ended up bulging out his little belly. This made him look both funny and cute.

nSince it was almost time, Qiao Moyu brought the boy out of the house. The pair got on a taxi and headed straight for Lu Beige’s studio.

nLu Beige’s studio was renovated from his own house. His family used to be residents of Imperial City, but his parents left early, leaving him a villa in this old city.

nQiao Moyu recalled the novel mentioning that the man had sold the villa that was worth 20 million, all because he had to pay back millions in compensation when he was framed.

nThis matter was the main reason for his suicide.

nThe taxi turned and left, finally stopping at a stone paved alley. Qiao Moyu paid the fare and brought Luo Luo to the entrance of a small courtyard.

nIt was already 9:40 and there was still 20 minutes until the studio opens. However, when she reached the door, Qiao Moyu was unable to hear any sound.

nThere were only two cars parked at the front gate; neither of them were high end cars either.

nIn this world, it was always easy to beautify something that was already attractive. However, very few willing to offer coal in the middle of a snowstorm.

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/N: basically it’s easy to offer help to someone rich and famous, but very few people are truly kind enough to help someone in need)

nQiao Moyu pushed the door open. When she saw that there were only four or five people inside, she realized that these were probably the few friends that Lu Beige had left.

nUpon seeing her enter, Lu Beige’s spirits lifted immediately. However, his hopes dropped just as quickly when he saw her holding onto a two or three-year-old Daoist boy who was as fair and cute as a glutinous rice ball. The man suddenly felt that he was too naive to place all his hopes on this master.

nHowever, he still came over to welcome the newcomer: “Great Master, hello. I’m Lu Beige. Thank you for coming today!”

nThe young man before her appeared to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven-years old. While Lu Beige still appeared young and handsome, there were slight wrinkles around his eyebrows perhaps due to his five years of seclusion.

nHe didn’t have styled hair like other musicians. Instead, he had a clean and crisp hair-style. Since it was cut very short, his handsome facial features were immediately noticeable.

nQiao Moyu suddenly realized that if she were to pursue the career of opening the light for others, she needed to have a Daoist title, right? After a moment’s pause, an idea finally dawned on her and she said: “Mister Lu, this young Master is called Qing Yin.”

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