Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

"Although it feels a bit empty, who can resist a leisurely, laid-back life?"

[Ah, right, right. You're rich. If you weren't, we'd see if you'd still be so carefree if you were sent to ancient times.]

Tang Tang finished the last bite of the shrimp, squinted, shook her head, and sighed, "Tongtong, you're acting like a capitalist who exploits people right now."

The system reacted incredulously, ["Where is your conscience?! Ask any of the readers reading this now, which one doesn't want to be exploited by me?!"]

cough cough.

Tang Tang lowered her head and quickly changed the subject, "Okay, didn't you want to spend money? Help me book a plane ticket to America for tomorrow, the kind that costs a lot of money."

How much does a plane ticket cost? Hurry up and get your identity information sorted out so we can buy a private jet!

"Great! Buy a private jet, a cruise ship, and a large estate!"

Tang Tang skillfully painted a picture of the future for herself in front of the system. After finishing her meal, she got up and prepared to go to the dressing room to choose clothes.

Today's schedule was something Tang Tang had been looking forward to for a long time. Before, she was either buying a sports car or a large apartment, and no one knew why she was so busy.

It must all be the system's fault!

She's going to enjoy herself to the fullest today!

Since tonight was still a date, Tang Tang thought about it for a moment and decided to dress up a bit, not for Chi Ningbei, but for the sake of taking good photos.

After all, she hasn't forgotten her diligent work of flaunting her wealth!

She chose a light pink silk dress; the fabric was thin and smooth, and holding it felt like holding a pool of flowing, pearly gauze. The skirt flared out slightly at the calves in an irregular fishtail shape, and the rose embroidery on the hem seemed to bloom as she walked.

Below her slender, long calves was a delicate ankle. Tang Tang chose a pair of white pearl-studded stilettos. The whole outfit was exquisite and gentle, with a touch of playfulness and sweetness in the lotus root pink color.

I chose a Chanel lambskin bag. The delicate lambskin is extremely easy to scratch, but its appearance is simply irresistible.

After spraying some Burberry Pink Love Song, Tang Tang winked at herself in the mirror and touched her neat short hair, which was only slightly longer than her chin.

She got a Doraemon haircut for her college entrance exam, and after taking the system's beauty pills, her hair only improved in texture, but didn't grow longer.

Thanks to her refined and beautiful face, her short, straight black hair also looks playful and unique.

She took a taxi to the private styling studio with the highest rating on Dianping (a Chinese review platform).

Her studio is located in a central residential area of ​​City B, next to an art street.

The shops around the street all share a unified style: off-white walls and simple black storefronts, along with some graffiti decorations with a strong sense of design, giving it a minimalist and fashionable look.

This studio is the innermost one, and there are many people coming and going, especially beautiful women of different styles.

The door was a frosted black glass door. Tang Tang gently pushed it open, and the wind chimes on the door made a pleasant tinkling sound.

She had made an appointment yesterday. As soon as she stepped inside, before she even saw the person, she heard a high-pitched, affected male voice say, "Oh~~ are you Miss Tang?"

Tang Tang felt a chill and subconsciously took a step back, meeting a pair of eyes with smoky makeup.

Her almond-shaped eyes, with their upturned corners, and light gray eyeshadow with fine glitter extending outwards, gave her a captivating and spirited look.

Um......

Quite good looking.

The man in front of me, with his flamboyant smoky makeup, wasn't a boy; he was probably in his early twenties, not very tall, around 20 meters. He was dressed in bright colors: a white sequined suit jacket, a black semi-transparent lace top, and bright orange loose-fitting cargo pants.

Hmm, the attributes seem quite clear at a glance.

Although he was only handsome, his phoenix eyes were truly outstanding, and his smiling gaze at Tang Tang at this moment was not unpleasant.

"Yes, that's me. I made an appointment last night."

"I'm the store manager and your stylist~" He turned around and led Tang Tang inside. Tang Tang then noticed that his suit was a bit short at the back, revealing a small section of his thin, white waist as he walked.

Wow.

Tang Tang couldn't help but exclaim to the system in her mind, "What a slender waist!"

The system is speechless.

You can call me Tony~~

Goodness, this name is so common, why are you still using it?

She hesitated for a moment but still asked curiously, "Isn't Tony such a common name? Why do you still use that stage name?"

Tony helped Tang Tang to her seat, then, after hearing this, pouted and put his hands on his hips, saying, "His ID card says his name is Zhang Tony, what can you do?"

Ah this.

Tang Tang coughed awkwardly a few times, then sat up straight and changed the subject, "I want to get my hair done."

Tony Zhang gently brushed Tang Tang's hair with two slender fingers, and pondered, "Do you want a perm or a styling session?"

After saying that, he looked at Tang Tang's face in the mirror opposite him with admiration, "Your face can do any style~ It's really enviable."

For some reason, Tang Tang had no doubt about Zhang Tony's aesthetic sense. Perhaps it was a strange impression... she always felt that gay men had better aesthetic sense than many straight male hairdressers.

Oh, Tony Zhang smells nice.

“Just a little bit of styling,” Tang Tang held up one finger, “It’s disposable, and you only need to curl it a little bit.”

"Okay, I understand, a little bit."

He looked at me with a reassured and trusting expression, and took Tang Tang to get her hair washed. "Honey~ would you like one of the girls at the shop to wash your hair, or should I do it myself?"

After saying that, he winked playfully at Tang Tang, "His hair-washing skills are pretty good, you know."

Tang Tang felt embarrassed, but still asked the shop's younger sister for help.

While Tang Tang was getting her hair washed, Tony Zhang swayed her hips and walked over with a charming smile. She leaned against the island counter not far away and looked at Tang Tang, who was getting her hair washed, and asked with a smile, "Want to chat for a bit?"

What will you do if I can't say it?

"Of course we won't chat~ Some customers are just very socially awkward, so we'll keep quiet~"

Tony Zhang winked at Tang Tang and said with a grin.

"Then why did you manage to talk to me?"

Tang Tang found it amusing, sat up, took the towel, and covered her head with it.

"Because you're beautiful," Tony Zhang said, resting his chin on his hands, his gaze towards Tang Tang full of admiration and sweetness. "Please, I'm just appreciating your beauty~"

Tang Tang blinked. "Honey, if you keep looking like this, I'm going to think you're straight."

"Okay~"

Tony Zhang shrugged. "His sexual orientation is still very firm. Muscular, handsome guys are my type."

Tang Tang followed and sat back down next to the mirror. It has to be said that Zhang Tony is still very cute, with a kind of cuteness that is both bitchy and lively.

“Honey, just curl it a little bit,” Tony Zhang curled the ends of Tang Tang’s hair and then started to blow-dry it lightly. “It’s a one-time style. It will basically straighten out after you wash it twice.”

He didn't trim much; Tang Tang was exquisitely beautiful, her perfect features framed by slightly curled hair, her chin pointed, and her slender neck exposed without any hair obstruction.

"My dear, you are as beautiful as a forest fairy."