Ling Yinuo glanced at Yu Zexiao, then at Jian Anning. Although Xingxing still maintained a superior demeanor, in the past, even if he found fault, he absolutely would not have brought a woman with him for a makeover—to avoid embarrassing himself, no less!
She feared that Xingxing had already taken a very deep interest in her; he just didn’t realize it yet.
She smiled and said, "Alright then, Miss Jian, please come with me. Xingxing, since you’re the male guest, you go over there."
Jian Anning also knew that under Yu Zexiao’s authority, she had no room to maneuver. She could only nod her head and follow Ling Yinuo inside.
The whole building was designed in a circular shape, with the exterior being a curved arc, enclosing an interior that was a small square. It was like the ancient philosophy of "heaven is round, earth is square." Although the furnishings in the house were not extravagantly luxurious, every material and design detail was meticulously crafted, even the wall paintings, which she had won at high prices from Christie’s.
Ling Yinuo kept her eyes on Jian Anning, who responded with extreme nonchalance, her gaze never wandering; she did not have that raw feeling of someone first entering a high-end place. Ling Yinuo first took her to the spa room, where a professional beautician had already handed her a set of clothes: "These are for changing. Don’t worry, the clothes here are absolutely clean; even Xingxing, who is so picky, wouldn’t find fault."
Jian Anning took the clothes and smiled: "Thank you."
Soon, she entered the spa room, and Ling Yinuo immediately signaled to someone: "Go keep an eye on her. See if that woman is the shallow type."
This person was considered a top beautician in the salon, booked up every day, and even for big-name celebrities who wanted her services, they had to be the highest-tier members and book a week in advance.
Ling Yinuo had sent her, partly hoping she could give Jian Anning the most beautiful and appropriate styling, but also to see for herself what kind of woman she was!
Jian Anning was unaware of this. She walked into the room where the facilities were absolutely first-class, on par with the top establishments in Canada.
However, no matter how fantastic the facilities, whether it was for spa treatments or skincare, they were all the same services. Even if she was not like Cheng Tingting, who pursued fashion and often went for maintenance, Jian Anning was far from ignorant about these tools.
The spa here used water directly piped from a hot spring nearby. After soaking in the spring for fifteen minutes and changing her clothes, the beautician asked with a smile, "Which style would you prefer, miss?"
Jian Anning thought for a moment: "Something not too conspicuous, just moderate will do."
She was not there to become a celebrity; she was merely an assistant, and moreover, one who needed to keep a low profile. There really was no need for her to be dressed so glamorously.
"Do you have any favorite brands?" she asked, pointing at the glass cabinet beside them, filled with large and small bottles, different styles, functionalities, and even different languages of essential oils and cosmetics brands.
With her eyes closed, enjoying the service, Jian Anning said, "For essential oils, Jurlique will do. I don’t use makeup much usually, anything not too conspicuous is fine."
Thanks to the generous rewards from "Drifting Snow at Dusk" and "Antarctic Meimei"~~~ Look forward to Anning’s stunning transformation tomorrow.