Chapter Thirty-Nine: Cash or WeChat?

In a short while, the hairstylist stepped back, wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, and said, "All right, turn around so I can take a look."

Squinting, Chao Xu’s eyes stung from the stray cut hairs, and she turned her head, asking, "Is it done already? Then can I wash my face? It hurts like hell."

She rubbed her eyes roughly with her hand, and before long, her eyelids were flushed red.

The hairstylist at her side watched and found himself unable to breathe for a moment, speechless.

Too—too stunning!

Before he began, he had never imagined that just a few casual snips could transform someone so spectacularly.

When he'd first seen Chao Xu, he’d classified her as a demure, delicate porcelain doll type, thinking that a short haircut might make her appear even more feminine and gentle.

But as the final look emerged, he finally understood what true experience meant!

Fine, soft black hair, a few rebellious strands springing up, the tousled, slightly wavy locks resting against skin as flawless as porcelain—exquisitely captivating.

She carried a natural air of nobility, and combined with the squinting eyes, involuntarily narrowed from the pain, and a hint of impatience on her face, she looked every bit like a proud, privileged young lord straight out of a comic book!

"Why aren’t you saying anything?"

Had he suddenly become mute?

The hairstylist stammered, "I—I, um, can—"

He flushed bright red, struggling to get the words out, but failed.

Chao Xu: ...

Oh, so he’s a stutterer.

"Can I take a few photos of you?!"

The hairstylist finally managed to say it, though his excitement made his voice surprisingly loud.

Chao Xu was baffled. "My photos? What for?"

Fidgeting with his fingers, the hairstylist chuckled nervously, "In a while, I might put together a portfolio and I’d like to include your photos in it."

He was actually a bit anxious making this request. Though no one had mentioned her identity when he was called in, it was clear from her bearing that she was no ordinary person.

He wondered if someone of her status would lower herself to agree.

But even if she refused to let him use her photos in the album, he was determined to shamelessly beg for a few shots anyway.

The reason was simple—her face was just too extraordinary.

Her looks aside, it was that aura, nurtured by who knows what kind of family and experience, which simply could not be imitated.

He nervously glanced up, seeing Chao Xu’s brows faintly knitted, and a jolt of anxiety shot through him, fearing she’d refuse.

Just as he was about to voice his disappointment—

Chao Xu spoke.

She patted her flat pocket, her expression earnest. "Will you pay?"

"Huh?" The hairstylist was bewildered, blurting out, "Of course I’ll pay!"

"Then there’s no problem."

Chao Xu deftly took out her phone, entered her password without even looking up, and said, "Cash, WeChat, or Alipay—I’m fine with any."

Mid-sentence, the hairstylist blinked, and the phone displaying a QR code was already thrust in front of his nose.

That person, looking every bit the noble young lord, even shot him a discreetly urging glance.

As if possessed, the hairstylist opened his phone, tapped in a random number, and scanned to transfer the payment.

Hearing the confirmation tone, Chao Xu nodded with satisfaction, patted the hairstylist's shoulder, and said, "Looking forward to working with you again."

With that, she pocketed her phone, cheerfully grabbed Ci Mo, and declared with grand enthusiasm, "Let’s go! Today’s my treat!"

The hairstylist: ...

He blinked, suddenly doubting his own existence.

Was there something wrong with the world, or was there something wrong with his eyes?