Upon hearing "Seventh Master" again, Ye Yuning’s expression beca indescribable. She fought the urge to grab her water cup and splash it on Ye Shilong as she rose to her feet. Without giving Ye Shilong so much as a glance or a word, she picked up her bag and left.
"Just this once!" Ye Shilong pleaded, utterly desperate. If Ye Yuning truly abandons the Ye Family, what on earth are we supposed to do?
Ye Yuning stopped and turned back to look at Ye Shilong. "What you want now is for the Xiao Family to let you go. Are you unaware of my situation with the Xiao Family? Besides, I don’t know any Seventh Master."
Although she collaborated with the Xiao Corporation, she had never t this newly appointed Seventh Master.
These people are truly ridiculous, she thought. Grasping at straws, are they? My relationship with the Xiao Family? And the Ye Family’s relationship with the Xiao Family? For them to even think of asking to intervene... what a joke.
With that, she turned and walked away.
Ye Shilong remained seated, a chill running through him.
She doesn’t know the Seventh Master? Her husband isn’t the Seventh Master? So, Zheng Cai deceived ?
After all these years, Ye Shilong knew Ye Yuning to so extent; she wasn’t the type to lie.
So, the one who deceived ... was Zheng Cai!
After leaving the café, Ye Yuning had lunch and then went to the largest hair salon in the vicinity.
She often ca here to have her hair washed. When the staff saw her, they approached respectfully. "Miss Ye, you’re here!"
Ye Yuning said, "Help change my hairstyle."
"Wow, you want to change your hairstyle?" one of the staff exclaid. "I’ll arrange it for you right away." They were all quite surprised. The designers there had always said that Ye Yuning, with her small face and delicate head shape, would suit many cute hairstyles. But she had always preferred long, straight black hair and never made significant changes to her style.
Now, hearing her say she wanted a change, several designers were eager to step forward.
"Miss Ye, what kind of hairstyle are you thinking of? How about the one I recomnded to you before?" one asked.
Ye Yuning replied, "Which one did you recomnd?" She hadn’t been interested before, so she hadn’t paid much attention.
The designer quickly pulled out a stylebook and flipped to a page with hairstyles suitable for Ye Yuning.
Ye Yuning glanced at it. "It needs to be cut that short?"
"Not too short, not at all! This style would suit you perfectly and make you look very neat and sharp," the designer explained.
Ye Yuning liked long hair and often wore it in a bun, which she felt made her look energetic and capable. Hearing the designer’s suggestion, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She had to admit, her face did look small. She then glanced at the model in the stylebook, who also had a small face. However, a hairstyle on another page also caught her eye.
Ye Yuning asked the designer, "What do you think if I try this one?"
"This one?" the designer appraised it. "That could work. Are you also thinking of getting curls?" The style pictured next to it was, indeed, curly!
They were surprised; Ye Yuning was considering such a bold change. She, who had never given these styles a second look before, was now actually contemplating them.
Just as Ye Yuning was mulling over which style to choose, an ill-tid voice suddenly cut in, "A country bumpkin will always be a country bumpkin. No matter how you dress up, even if you wear Golden-threaded Clothes, you can’t beco a phoenix!"
Ye Yuning: "..."
The designer: "..."
They looked towards the source of the voice.
Ye Tong stood not far away, a towel wrapped around her freshly washed hair. It was surprising she still had the leisure for such an outing.
Actually, Ye Yuning didn’t realize that the atmosphere at the Ye Family ho had beco so oppressive that Ye Tong couldn’t bear to stay there.
The air in the salon grew sowhat tense. The designer glanced nervously at Ye Yuning, who was a major client. Even if Ye Yuning didn’t get her hair styled often, her annual spending at the salon was considerable.
"Miss Ye, let’s go to the VIP room on the second floor. We can look through the styles more comfortably there," the designer suggested.
Ye Yuning nodded and handed the stylebook back to the designer. "Let’s go with the one you recomnded."
"Excellent, Miss Ye! This way to the second floor, please. We’ll do it right up there," the designer said, nodding happily.
The second floor of the salon was generally reserved for VIP clients. Although Ye Yuning was a VIP, she rarely went upstairs since she mostly ca in for hair washes.
The two of them headed directly for the staircase.
Throughout this, apart from that initial glance at Ye Tong, Ye Yuning gave no indication she would acknowledge her further.
Watching Ye Yuning being led to the second floor by the designer, Ye Tong seethed at the obvious preferential treatnt. She furiously tore the towel from her head and glared at the young attendant who had washed her hair. "So, your second floor is for VIPs, and the ground floor is for regular custors?"
The young attendant nodded. "Yes."
"And I’m not one? Haven’t I spent enough here lately?" Ye Tong was livid.
Why should I receive worse treatnt than Ye Yuning? she fud internally. Ever since I returned to the Ye Family, I’ve bought everything of the highest quality, constantly flaunting my status as the true Ye Family heiress. And now, when Ye Yuning and I are in the sa place, I’m the one who gets treated differently! Why should it be , not Ye Yuning?
Hearing her outburst, the young attendant paused for a mont before replying, "I’m sorry, Miss. Our VIP status is mbership-based."
"Then I’ll just get a mbership!" Ye Tong declared.
"Certainly. There’s an annual fee. If you’d like to sign up, you can do so at the front desk."
"Why didn’t you say so earlier!" Ye Tong huffed. Without even waiting for her hair to be dried, she stord towards the front desk.
It’s just a mbership, what’s the big deal? she thought. Whatever Ye Yuning has, I, Ye Tong, will have too!
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