Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 25 Androgynous Beauty
Qin Qiong took Qin Zhao to a private styling shop. Incredibly, the entire shop occupied over a thousand square meters, spanning three whole floors.

The store is magnificent, with gold and black tones that exude an air of luxury.

The marble wall is adorned with a highly designed and textured SH logo.

Even though Qin Zhao was used to big scenes in City B, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

The staff were already waiting at the lobby entrance before the two arrived: "Ms. Qin, you've finally arrived. The tea is ready. Shall I take you to the VIP room first?"

As she spoke, she noticed Qin Zhao standing to the side and asked, "And who is this?"

"The main event today isn't me, it's mainly about getting my son styled." Qin Qiong took off her sunglasses, revealing her delicate features.

The waiter's smile widened: "I was wondering why your son looked so familiar. It turns out he's your son."

As she spoke, she looked at Qin Zhao tenderly and said, "You're so handsome. You've completely inherited your mother's good looks."

No mother dislikes hearing others praise her child. Qin Qiong smiled and patted Qin Zhao's head: "He really does look like me."

After discussing their needs, the staff took the two to the hair salon. Qin Qiong didn't want a styling session, just a routine hair treatment.

The hairstylist was a slightly overweight man with dyed yellow hair, meticulously combed back with hair gel, a stubble around his face, wearing shorts, and occasionally hooking his little finger.

Qin Zhao felt something was off.

He looked like a man, but his demeanor was unlike any other man she had ever met.

She couldn't quite put her finger on what was different.

"Good foundation, and great skin." The man looked him up and down, and then pinched Qin Zhao's cheek as he spoke.

Qin Zhao felt even more uneasy, and she subtly backed away.

"Alright, Thomas," Qin Qiong interrupted, "Our Zhaozhao is still young, don't tease her."

"Oh dear, what are you saying, Qiongqiong?" Thomas scolded playfully. "She has a boyfriend now."

"Cough cough." Qin Zhao couldn't help but choke on his own saliva.

“This kid is so naive.” Thomas elegantly pulled out a tissue and handed it to Qin Zhao. “Tell me, what kind of hairstyle do you want?”

Qin Zhao wiped his lips: "Thank you, just cut it short."

Thomas laughed exaggeratedly twice, fanning himself with his pinky finger, looking annoyed: "You came to me to cut it short? You could have just taken the clippers and cut it yourself at home."

Regardless of whether what he said makes sense or not, they are customers who came here to spend money, and his attitude is just too unreasonable.

Moreover, judging by this decor, it must be quite expensive.

Isn't he afraid of customer complaints with this attitude?

Qin Zhao wasn't angry; he was simply puzzled.

Thomas placed his hands on Qin Zhao's shoulders and pushed her into the leather seat: "When I, Thomas, take action, no one can leave SH without a smile."

He made Qin Zhao look in the mirror, examined her for a while, then grabbed her hair and pulled it back, clicking his tongue: "Your eyes are really beautiful, so misty."

"Your nose is nice too."

"Her hairline is perfect too."

"..."

Has this damn belated service mentality finally arrived?

Thomas looked serious, his brows furrowing involuntarily, creating an inexplicably comical effect.

Qin Zhao couldn't help but smile, his eyes crinkling to reveal his pearly white teeth.

Thomas exclaimed, turning around and calling out, "Qiongqiong, you're a really good-looking girl. When you smile, I can't even tell if you're a boy or a girl."

Qin Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and his smile froze. The next second, he heard Thomas ask in a strained voice, "Do you have another son? How old is he? Introduce us to him. This one is too young."

"..."

Qin Qiong, with a face mask on, lay down getting a massage: "Don't even think about my son, he's a sure thing."

Thomas sighed regretfully and continued designing Qin Zhao's hairstyle.

As a top stylist, Thomas's ability to read people is second to none, and he naturally noticed Qin Zhao's emotional change.

"You're not angry because of that compliment, are you?" he said in a high-pitched voice. "Androgyny is the highest form of beauty. Only vulgar people would think that men with feminine features and women with masculine features are derogatory. Some men are really sensitive; they can't even be happy to hear such a sincere compliment."

Fragile man Qin Zhao: "..."

He picked up the iPad and selected a few designs: "Which one do you like? Don't worry, with your face and my hand, you won't go wrong with any of them."

"Youthful, clean, and refreshing." Qin Qiong had only three requirements, and at the end, she added, "Don't make it too short."

This hair took a lot of effort to grow.

Qin Zhao hummed in agreement, indicating that he had no objection.

Thomas ruffled her hair: "You do listen to your mother."

Thomas truly lives up to his reputation as a top stylist in Shanghai. His work demeanor was completely different from his affected manner just now. He was serious and meticulous, and with a swift movement of his scissors, he cut off just a tiny bit of hair.

"..."

The process of washing, cutting, and conditioning my hair took a full three and a half hours.

Qin Zhao was drowsy until Thomas excitedly exclaimed that she was all better, which finally woke her up.

The length of the hair hasn't changed much, but it's been cut to be more layered and stylish.

Her tousled hair was deliberately styled to look slightly messy, her sleepy eyes were slightly watery, her nose was delicate and straight, and her lips were a natural rosy color.

What an androgynous Japanese pretty boy!

Qin Zhao stared blankly at his somewhat unfamiliar reflection in the mirror.

"Are you satisfied?" Thomas's words brought Qin Zhao back to his senses.

She subconsciously looked at Qin Qiong.

Qin Qiong's heart almost melted, and the amazement and maternal love in her eyes were almost overflowing: "Zhao Zhao is so beautiful."

She cupped Qin Zhao's face and kissed him directly.

Qin Zhao was stunned.

Qin Qiong thought she didn't like it, and quickly wiped her face with her hand, saying, "I'm sorry, Mom was too excited. You look so beautiful, Zhao Zhao."

The emotion in her eyes was so intense that Qin Zhao's ears involuntarily turned red: "Do you like it?"

"I love it! Of course I love it! I absolutely adore it." Qin Qiong looked at her precious Zhao Zhao with admiration. Her Zhao Zhao was much prettier than any of those idols.

It's fragrant and soft, much better than that brat Lin Shi.

The two went on another shopping spree in Shanghai, mainly Qin Qiong, who bought whatever the shop assistant recommended to Qin Zhao.

Qin Qiong only realized that the two of them had spent 1.68 million yuan when she signed the bill.

1689800...

She closed her eyes to double-check if she had miscounted the zeros, and when she opened them again, she found that Qin Qiong had already handed the signed account number to the service staff who had just greeted her, without changing his expression.

The young woman beamed with joy and respectfully saw the two into the car. Qin Zhao noticed that even though they had driven some distance, the young woman was still waving to them from where she stood.

Is this the power of money?
(End of this chapter)