Trillionaire's Slice of Life

As the words were spoken, a long-haired young man, roughly twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, immediately appeared. He glanced at Chu Mo and then turned his attention to Chu Xiner, who looked uneasy. He nodded and said:

"Bro, rest assured, today you're our first customer; I'll personally design the young lady's hairstyle. I guarantee your satisfaction!" After speaking, the long-haired young man warmly said to Chu Xiner:

"Miss, please come inside and let someone wash your hair!"

Chu Mo waved at the uneasy Chu Xiner, ignoring her pleading look, took out his phone, and paid her no more attention.

A few minutes later, Chu Xiner, who had washed her hair, came to the front hall. The long-haired young man who had spoken earlier came to her side but did not immediately start working. Instead, he observed Chu Xiner's hair quality, volume, head shape, and other factors very seriously. It seemed that two hundred RMB in tips were enough to make him give two hundred percent effort.

Naturally, this was something that only a professional could handle, Chu Mo couldn't offer any suggestions.

While fiddling with his phone and occasionally looking up, he could see the long-haired young man carefully and meticulously working on each strand of Zhao Xiner's hair, his dedication not falling short of the top hairstylist Chu Mo had hired a couple of days ago.

Keep in mind that Chu Mo's own hairstyle had cost ten thousand.

It wouldn't be just for the sake of a two hundred RMB tip. It could also be that the hair salon had no other customers early in the morning, so the stylist had plenty of time to serve Zhao Xiner.

It wasn't until an hour later, when a satisfied smile finally appeared on the long-haired young man's face, he then smiled and said:

"Bro, do you find it satisfactory?"

Chu Mo stood up, looking at the girl's hair that had changed from dull and long to a refreshing ear-length cut which made her appear more spirited. He nodded slightly and then spoke:

"Let's give it an oil treatment and dye it all black!"

"Alright!"

Ignoring Chu Xiner's complex look, he sat back down on the sofa and quietly waited. This time, the wait was a bit longer. Chu Mo, who kept dozing off, yawned several times, until he was roused by the bustling noise around him. Looking up, he realized that new customers had arrived at the salon.

An urban beauty in a white dress caught his attention; he didn't notice anything else but her very white collarbone revealed by her deep V neckline!

Seeming to sense Chu Mo's gaze, the beauty who had just walked into the store turned back to look at Chu Mo, then lightly raised her eyebrows, curiosity and amazement in her eyes.

However, that was all there was to it.

As the beauty was greeted by an attendant and walked further inside, Chu Mo withdrew his gaze and looked at the time on his wristwatch—ten fifteen. From the time they had entered the shop until now, it had been a full two and a half hours.

Good things take time, and Chu Mo didn't mind the wait.

About fifteen minutes later, the hairstylist's diligent voice reached his ear:

"Miss, your hair is not in the best condition. When you wash your hair, it's best to choose some gentle shampoo, and if you have time, you can also brush your hair more often with a comb to stimulate blood circulation on the scalp, which can promote hair growth...!"

Turning his head, he saw Chu Xiner, who seemed like a new person with her new hairstyle, and fine wisps of hair by her ears made the already petite girl look like a delicate doll. After seeing her cheeks flush with a slight redness, Chu Mo withdrew his gaze and nodded at the hairstylist before heading straight to the counter to pay.

A cut and perm totaled seven hundred eighty-eight, and adding the promised two hundred RMB tip, Chu Mo transferred a thousand via WeChat.

As they stepped out of the hair salon, the warm sunshine just right on the face, Chu Mo looked up, blinked against the sun, and after the harsh rays made it difficult to keep his eyes open, he admitted defeat.

He hailed a taxi by the roadside, got in, and when Chu Xiner, who dawdled, caught up, he reported the destination and the taxi slowly merged into the traffic.

Ten minutes later, the cab stopped in front of a large shopping mall. Chu Mo got out, and having held back for a while, Chu Xiner couldn't refrain any longer, she gently approached him and whispered:

"Bro, I know you mean well, but I'm already very pleased with just the hairstyle, let's go back, please!"

"What are you thinking? Now I'm getting you dressed up because I actually fear you might embarrass me later. I've got a friend meeting up this afternoon; the guy has a new girlfriend he's been boasting about for ages in front of me. Later on, it's all on you to save my face."

Leaving the stunned girl behind, Chu Mo strode into the luxurious mall he seldom visited himself.

This was his second visit to such a high-end store—the last time was a few days ago with Zhan Bingxue to pick out clothes when he spent a total of 150,000 RMB on Hermès. However, that outfit was now cast away in his closet; Chu Mo was currently only interested in custom tailoring!

Chu Xiner, dressed in a white top and jeans, followed Chu Mo hesitantly, clearly not at ease amidst the elegant and luxurious atmosphere of the surroundings.

After glancing at the price tag of a little white dress for thirty-nine thousand RMB, her breathing became heavier, and she felt as if she hadn't woken from a dream.

Chu Mo had never been the discerning type. His last visit had been assisted by Zhan Bingxue's selection, and now suddenly left to decide on his own, he was somewhat overwhelmed.

Yet, looking at the cautious girl beside him, Chu Mo immediately discarded the idea of letting her choose for herself.

The claim that he wanted her to dress up nicely for the afternoon friend meeting was just a spur-of-the-moment fabrication, intended to ease her burden. Chu Mo understood this girl; had he not said so, she probably wouldn't have even entered the store!