Jun Zui Xiang Si.
The mont Liu Changqing saw this ID, he blinked, thinking he was mistaken. But when he looked again, the na remained the sa.
It was familiar.
It belonged to the person who had awkwardly chatted with him on QQ ssenger—the sa person who had generously tipped over a hundred thousand yuan for his novel.
Liu Changqing sat there in shock. When he finally snapped out of it, he pulled out his phone and opened QQ ssenger, searching for that person who had sent him all those cryptic ssages before disappearing.
The ID was an exact match.
So… Jun Zui Xiang Si was actually An Yuanyao?
That silly woman was the one who had tipped him over a hundred thousand yuan?!
Liu Changqing scrolled through their old chat history, reading line by line.
The more he read, the more things felt off.
Why did Jun Zui Xiang Si always say such strange things?
Things like:
"I have a friend…"
"Why don’t you pay more attention to the people around you…"
Could it be…?
A sudden realization struck him.
Liu Changqing set his phone down on the desk and gripped the mouse, scrolling through the forum post.
It was a help post made by Jun Zui Xiang Si—An Yuanyao.
She was asking about changing her hairstyle.
Liu Changqing frowned. He recalled the questions An Yuanyao had asked him after they returned from the hospital…
Scrolling further down, he spotted a comnt on the fourth floor, where soone praised his looks and even left a QQ number.
His gaze darkened.
He grabbed his phone and jotted down the number, deciding he’d find ti to roast that person later.
He continued reading, until—
Soone had suggested she get a big, wavy perm.
Liu Changqing’s eyes widened.
Then, he rembered…
Just earlier, An Yuanyao had said her stomach hurt and that she needed to go ho early to rest.
Was she actually going to get her hair perd?!
Liu Changqing had always thought her hair was beautiful.
Her face was small, and she had thick, healthy hair. Whether she let it down or tied it up, she always looked good.
He tried to imagine her with a curly perm and dyed blonde hair…
BAM!
His palms slamd onto the desk, and he blurted out loudly—
“NO WAY!”
For three whole seconds, he sat there frozen.
Then, without hesitation, he grabbed his phone and stord out of the office.
His loud outburst had caught the attention of all the employees outside. They turned their heads in unison, watching as Liu Changqing strode out of An Yuanyao’s office with an awful expression.
Once he was gone, everyone exchanged glances before returning to work.
The male employee sitting furthest away sighed again. Muttering to himself, he said, “How many scenes are they gonna act out today…?”
Liu Changqing jumped into his car, started the engine, and imdiately called An Yuanyao’s phone.
Holding the phone to his ear with one hand, he used the other to turn the steering wheel, making a U-turn.
The call rang for a long ti but went unanswered.
Frowning, he called again.
Still, no answer.
“That idiot!”
He couldn’t help but curse.
“How can soone be this dumb?!”
A young hairstylist stood beside An Yuanyao, speaking in a coaxing tone.
“Miss, would you like to sign up for a mbership card? Right now, you can enjoy a 5% discount and get a free bottle of our premium hair conditioner for silky smooth hair.”
“……”
An Yuanyao hesitated for a mont before shaking her head seriously.
“I just wanted to try a trendy hairstyle. I haven’t really paid attention to hair trends for the past couple of years… I don’t know what’s popular right now. As for the mbership… maybe next ti. Is that okay?”
“Of course! So, you’d like to go for a stylish, trendy look?”
“Mm, yes.”
The hairstylist smiled and handed her a hairstyle magazine.
An Yuanyao took it and flipped through the pages.
One hairstyle featured short, reddish hair with bangs covering one eye.
Another was a voluminous, light brown perm that made the model’s head look huge.
Her confidence started to waver.
Were these really trendy hairstyles…?
She kept flipping, but the more she looked, the stranger the styles beca.
Most of them didn’t look like everyday hairstyles—they looked more like runway model hairdos.
“…Um, can you just give a slight wave? And trim my bangs a little… just a little. No dyeing—I like my black hair.”
“Got it! No problem.”
The hairstylist took back the magazine and gestured towards the wash station.
“Co over here, let’s get your hair washed first.”
“Mm.”
Liu Changqing parked his car by the roadside and rushed into a salon.
The mont he barged in, all the hairstylists and custors turned to look at him.
Panting slightly, he scanned the room.
No sign of An Yuanyao.
He quickly said, “Sorry, wrong place.”
Then, he spun around and ran back to his car.
Another miss.
He had already checked four or five salons without any luck.
Liu Changqing knew what was trendy these days. No matter how attractive soone was, so hairstyles were just too much.
Just imagining An Yuanyao with one of those ridiculous hairstyles made him shudder.
He refused to let it happen.
After searching a few more salons with no results, he grew increasingly frustrated.
Where the hell was she?!
And then—
As he approached the eleventh salon, he finally spotted her.
Through the glass storefront, he saw An Yuanyao sitting in a chair, holding a magazine.
And her head was covered with a perm machine.
Without hesitation, Liu Changqing rushed inside.
The sudden entrance made everyone in the salon turn to look at him, including An Yuanyao.
Ignoring their stares, Liu Changqing strode straight to her, grabbed her by the arm, and—panting slightly—stared at her with a grim expression.
For a long mont, he said nothing.
Then, finally, he spoke.
“I don’t like you changing your hairstyle!”
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