The fabric quality was all top-notch, and Xiaoxiao felt she really made the right choice to collaborate with Wang Xiangxiang. She didn’t have to worry about anything.
"Sister Wang, I’m going to buy some face powder and rouge later, are you free? Let’s go together."
Xiaoxiao didn’t quite understand the makeup here and thought it best to find someone who did. She couldn’t risk buying something bad and ruining her face.
"You don’t usually wear that stuff."
"Hahaha, I’m looking to change up my image, you see. I’m not quite up to scratch in the looks department." What she cared about most was not wanting to look too ugly in front of her budget husband.
"..." Wang Xiangxiang looked Xiaoxiao over and then wondered if it might be a bit too late, "Your hairstyle is what doesn’t make the cut."
"..." Eh? This hairstyle was the one she was most satisfied with. It looked so much better than when it was tied up, which was why she had cut it in the first place, although it had grown long enough to tie up again. Could it be that her taste was the problem?
"In that case, come with me, let’s get you a makeover."
Having said that, Wang Xiangxiang grabbed Xiaoxiao and headed out.
"..." Xiaoxiao hadn’t quite come to terms with what was happening when she was already being ushered away.
"Sister Wang, where are we going?"
"You’ll see when we get there."
The two arrived at the brothel’s entrance. Xiaoxiao was instantly taken aback; a brothel... for two women? But she was genuinely curious to see what it was like inside.
"Haha, don’t be surprised. There have to be people everywhere, right? Otherwise how would they do business."
"..." That made a weird kind of sense.
And so they strode boldly in.
"The top girl, Mudan."
"..." Requesting the top girl right off the bat, how much money would that cost? Xiaoxiao was suddenly nervous. Did she have enough money on her? She better not get stuck unable to leave.
"Don’t worry, it’s on me."
"..." Was she that transparent? She felt like a country bumpkin touring the Grand View Garden, but why did this invitation feel so awkward, like she was being treated to a visit to a prostitute?
Following Xiangxiang, Xiaoxiao entered the top girl Mudan’s room. As they made their way, she realized there was nothing special about the brothel—her curiosity faded.
Upon entering, a gentle voice greeted them, "Sister Xiangxiang."
"..." ’Sister Xiangxiang’ sounded so much more pleasant than the ’Sister Wang’ she used.
Upon hearing the voice, Xiaoxiao looked over and indeed, there was a classic beauty worthy of the title of top girl.
Wang Xiangxiang went straight in, "Help her with her hair."
"..." So this was about getting a new hairstyle? But if it was just hairstyling, why not open a salon or something? Why at this brothel?
"Who is this lady?" Mudan saw that Xiangxiang had brought someone, which must mean an important guest.
"She made that brassiere you’re wearing," said Wang Xiangxiang nonchalantly.
Upon hearing this, Mudan’s gaze toward Xiaoxiao changed—she hadn’t expected the maker of such an item to be this unremarkable-looking woman.
"Hello, my name is Zhong Xiaoxiao. You can call me Xiaoxiao."
"Hello, you can call me Mudan."
After they got acquainted, Xiaoxiao sat down and waited for Mudan to work on her hair.
"Your hair, if we put up the back and cut the front shorter, it will look more refreshing."
"..." Was this kind of styling even possible? All she had thought about was long hair and short hair, but Mudan seemed quite the professional.
And sure enough, it didn’t take long for Mudan to finish the hairstyle. Xiaoxiao took the bronze mirror and looked — my goodness, she really suited classical hairstyles. With the accessories added, absolutely gorgeous.
Xiaoxiao was delighted. If her budget husband could see her now, heehee, "This is too pretty. Quick, teach me how you did this."
Yes, yes, she had decided. This would be her hairstyle from now on.