Lin Xinlan also hoped that Qiao Yiyang would take a fancy to Lu Xiaofan so that both of them would be happy.
So she put a lot of effort into picking out clothes for Xiaofan.
"If you’re a woman, you should wear a dress."
Xiaofan’s femininity was already very pronounced, but since Yiyang didn’t like it, that meant he preferred girls who were more delicate-looking.
Lin Xinlan chose a white knitted dress for Xiaofan, simple in design but with a waist-defining effect that fully outlined her perfect figure.
Xiaofan had a great body and wasn’t picky about what she wore, naturally looking good in anything, but the vibe had changed.
She no longer looked voluptuous but instead gained a touch of purity.
Xinlan then selected a pair of petite, black leather high heels for her and matched them with black leggings, along with a red fur coat—the transformation was complete.
After looking at herself in the mirror for quite some time, Xiaofan commented with a peculiar tone, "Is this really okay? Why do I feel so strange?"
Xinlan also stared at her reflection in the mirror.
"I feel like we’re missing something?"
The two women thought for a long time until Xinlan suddenly exclaimed, "Your hair!"
"Yeah, come with me."
She pulled Xiaofan along to the hair salon, asking the hairstylist to give her hair extensions.
Hearing this, Xiaofan asked doubtfully, "Are you sure that just adding hair extensions will do the trick?"
"Let’s try, if it doesn’t work, we can cut it off."
"Okay then," she resigned herself to trying everything possible to become more feminine that day.
The extensions weren’t very long but also not short, reaching at least her shoulders and down her back.
During the hair extension process, Xinlan sent a text message to Rong Shaoze, reporting what she was up to, so he wouldn’t worry.
A few hours later, Xiaofan’s long hair was perfectly done.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, not only did Xinlan gasp in astonishment, everyone present was dazzled by her beauty as well.
With her new long hair, Xiaofan looked stunning, holding the elegance of a lady and the poise of a queen, and with her beautiful features, she suddenly outshined all the female celebrities.
Delighted, Xinlan said with a smile, "You’re truly beautiful, now you can completely charm Yiyang."
The hairstylist, a handsome young man, also commented happily, "Ma’am, she must be your granddaughter, right? Your granddaughter is truly a great beauty. You’re very beautiful yourself, she must have inherited your looks."
The smile at the corner of Xinlan’s mouth suddenly disappeared.
Xiaofan chuckled inwardly, noting someone’s flattery had missed the mark.
She turned her head and with a slight smile asked, "Do you really see me as her granddaughter?"
The hairstylist paused, unsure of what she meant, and smiled awkwardly, "Isn’t she?"
Xinlan’s face was cold as she said indifferently, "I’m not fortunate enough to have such a grown granddaughter, and besides, my son isn’t even married yet!"
"Ah?" The hairstylist was completely taken aback.
In his mind, Xinlan was at least in her sixties or seventies, and her son was still unmarried—what did that imply?
"Alright, let’s go!" Xinlan said, pulling Xiaofan out of the shop without giving the embarrassed hairstylist another glance.
Once they had left the hair salon, Xiaofan laughed mischievously, "Why are you angry? I wasn’t upset even when you took advantage of me, what’s there for you to be mad about?"
"When did I take advantage of you?"
"How haven’t you? I’ve become your granddaughter, if that’s not taking advantage, what is it?"