On Sunday, Mu Chengguang woke up early and dragged Nan Yu downstairs for breakfast. Shuai Chang was quite accommodating regarding these small requests; he quickly changed into casual clothes and leisurely stepped out of the house.
They left the house earlier than the usual office workers but later than the elderly taking their strolls, making the community quiet and empty. Mu Chengguang and Nan Yu walked hand in hand, their playful jumps and calmness creating an unexpectedly harmonious atmosphere.
They ate soup dumplings at a bun shop at the entrance of the neighborhood. Mu Chengguang told Nan Yu to go straight to the garage to drive, while Shuai Chang wiped the grease off his lips with a napkin. “I didn’t bring the car keys.”
“I have them,” Mu Chengguang said, pulling a set of keys from his pocket.
After they paid, they walked out of the small shop. Shuai Chang put sunglasses on Mu Chengguang and asked, “Where are we driving to? Isn’t the party scheduled for tonight?”
Mu Chengguang was still lost in thought, reminiscing about the moment Nan Yu had wiped his mouth and didn’t hear him.
After waiting a moment and noticing Mu Chengguang’s blank stare and silly smile, Shuai Chang stopped in his tracks and pinched his cheek. “Little silly pig, what are you dreaming about?”
“Hehe, nothing much,” Mu Chengguang replied, embarrassed as he covered his cheeks with a silly grin.
Shuai Chang sighed, feeling like he was raising Mu Chengguang like a son. With such naivety, it was no wonder he was deceived by the scumbag.
Once they got in the car, Mu Chengguang finally snapped out of his daydream. Shuai Chang asked him again, and Mu Chengguang pulled out two beauty cards. “Let’s go to Aolais. We’ll look stunning tonight.”
Shuai Chang was internally resistant to beauty treatments. He held onto his straight man pride, although in another timeline he was already bent beyond belief. In this timeline, without Fan Luojia, he wouldn’t fall for other men, so Shuai Chang firmly believed he was still a straight man.
However, Mu Chengguang’s words dispelled his concerns. “Teacher Nan, I know you don’t like beauty treatments, but Aolais also does hair. Your hair is getting a bit long; it’s the perfect time for a trim.”
Shuai Chang remembered Nan Yu’s memories and knew Mu Chengguang had convinced him like this before. However, he didn’t think he would let anyone pluck his eyebrows and apply facial masks just to save face, like Nan Yu did.
Upon entering Aolais, Shuai Chang went to get his hair done while Mu Chengguang tugged at his blonde hair and asked, “Teacher Nan, do you think my roots have gone black?”
Shuai Chang parted the hair to reveal a layer of glossy new black growth. “Black hair looks good.” Once colored light, one must keep coloring, otherwise, new growth would appear unattractive. Shuai Chang knew hair dye was toxic and unhealthy, which is why he said that to Mu Chengguang.
“Really?” Mu Chengguang asked skeptically. He had started dyeing his hair in middle school and had long forgotten what his black hair looked like, but since Nan Yu said it looked good, he was determined to try it.
In the end, Shuai Chang got a haircut while Mu Chengguang dyed his hair black.
It took half an hour for Mu Chengguang’s hair to be dyed, during which the beautician continuously praised Shuai Chang’s looks. His good skin also didn’t hold up against the sun; that’s why they should take a beauty package to ensure that his skin wouldn’t be damaged by the scorching sun.
The beautician was a young girl who chattered away in Shuai Chang’s ear. He thought it must be tough for her…
So, amidst Mu Chengguang’s stifled laughter, Shuai Chang voluntarily lay on the beauty bed.
With a mask on his face, Shuai Chang felt his straight male dignity plummet. Why should he feel soft-hearted towards a girl just starting work?
After leaving Aolais, it was already 2 PM.
Mu Chengguang sported a sharp black haircut, looking less feminine and bringing out the refreshing appeal of youth. He definitely looked better than before.
“With such a handsome haircut, we need to match it with good clothes. What do you think, Teacher Nan?” After dyeing his hair black under Nan Yu’s suggestion, Mu Chengguang decided to reward him with a shopping spree.
“I think it’s indeed time for some new clothes.” Shuai Chang had always disliked Mu Chengguang’s casual outfits that were ahead of fashion trends.
They resonated with each other as they headed to the mall. To respect Nan Yu’s pride, Mu Chengguang didn’t pick out clothes for him directly but instead looked for himself first. “Teacher Nan, how about this outfit?”
Holding a colorful shirt, he modeled it for him.
Shuai Chang shook his head.
Mu Chengguang tried on another equally flashy one, looking expectantly at Shuai Chang, but he shook his head again.
“What style do you actually like, Teacher Nan?” Mu Chengguang was about to lose his mind.
Shuai Chang picked up a simple white shirt and handed it to him. “Try this on.”
Mu Chengguang stared at the white shirt as if it were an antique. “This isn’t fashionable at all; Teacher Nan, pick another one.”
Shuai Chang handed him another similar option, and Mu Chengguang pouted before heading to the fitting room. Surprisingly, it looked decent on him, and he came out of the fitting room beaming with delight.
Shuai Chang asked, “Do you trust me now?”
“I trust you! Teacher Nan, your taste is impeccable. Am I not incredibly handsome right now?” Mu Chengguang struck a cool pose in front of the mirror.
“The world’s number one handsome.” Shuai Chang readily praised him.
He had the attendant help cut off the tags from Mu Chengguang’s new shirt before turning to pay at the counter.
With his tall and handsome frame dressed in casual wear, there was an alluring air of nonchalance about him. The way he held his credit card was elegant and graceful as the cashier blushed while processing his payment.
“Sir, two pieces of clothing. One is originally priced at 1,000 yuan but discounted to 880 yuan, and the other is a new seasonal style at 1,300 yuan without a discount. Your total is 2,180 yuan. Here’s your credit card.”
“Thank you.” Shuai Chang took his credit card back, his heart bleeding. These two shirts used up his entire month’s salary. If he wanted to sponsor Mu Chengguang, it seemed he had to resume his old job.
Author’s note: Shuai Chang: To support a rich second generation, I can only do my best to become a rich first generation myself 🙂