The young lady hired me to help her and the young master have an online romance.

Jiang Wan's heart skipped a beat.

Suddenly, the image of Shang Shixu burying his face in her neck flashed through her mind that morning in the private room.

It must be traces left by this guy back then.

Jiang Wan remained calm and offered an explanation.

"No, I don't know how it came about, maybe it's an allergic reaction."

Shen Che stared at her face, trying to find any trace of a lie.

But it was not found.

He inexplicably thought of the perfume he had seen on Jiang Wan's birthday.

The person who could give away that bottle of perfume must be someone of extraordinary wealth.

Shen Che secretly didn't want to connect these things together.

He was willing to believe it was an allergy.

As for Jiang Wan's mysterious "wealthy friend," he will find out one day.

The carriage returned to calm.

After driving for about half an hour, we turned onto a quiet street.

The road is lined with upscale residential areas in Haicheng, with white buildings hidden among the green trees.

The car was parked in front of a two-story building.

The sign above the entrance reads: Qingfeng Styling Studio.

Jiang Wan followed Shen Che inside. The space was large and decorated in a minimalist style.

Several huge round chandeliers hung down from the ceiling.

A white grand piano sits in the corner.

I don't know if it's just for decoration, or if someone will actually play it.

A middle-aged man walked out.

He was wearing a pale yellow T-shirt and khaki shorts, with a small tuft of beard on his chin.

Her hair was curly like a teddy bear's, but it was styled very neatly.

The middle-aged man gave Shen Che a bright smile, and the two bumped fists in tacit agreement.

"Leave the person to me, you can sit there and rest."

His voice was clear and bright, and he looked much younger than his face.

Shen Che: "Okay."

Jiang Wan arrived at the dressing room, led by a middle-aged man.

Sitting down at the vanity, I looked a little nervous in the mirror.

This was her first time getting her makeup done at a professional styling studio.

When the middle-aged man saw the red marks on her neck, he offered to help her cover them up for the sake of her overall look.

Jiang Wan nodded hurriedly.

That suited her perfectly.

Half an hour later, the makeup and hair were finished.

Jiang Wan looked at herself in the mirror and could hardly recognize herself.

The base makeup is light and sheer, and the light purple eyeshadow is blended just right.

It also has a layer of fine silver shimmer on top.

The eyeliner is slightly upturned, adding a touch of allure.

Her hair was curled into seaweed-like waves, cascading down her shoulders.

She swayed gently as she turned her head.

The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction. "Go change your clothes. The dress is in the dressing room."

Jiang Wan followed a female staff member to the changing room.

I pushed open the door and froze on the spot.

There was a human clothes rack right in front of her.

A stunning princess dress was hanging on the shelf.

The dress is a purple gradient, transitioning from light purple to dark purple from top to bottom, like a dreamy sky at dusk in a fairy tale.

The dress is adorned with three-dimensional butterflies, their translucent wings trembling slightly, as if they are about to take flight at any moment.

A layer of misty purple gauze covered the hem of the skirt.

Lightweight and agile, with a subtle shimmer, it looks like a handful of diamonds scattered under the light.

The dress features a strapless, cinched waist design, complemented by a petticoat that creates a perfectly proportioned silhouette.

Beneath the human clothes hanger lay a pair of sparkling purple high heels.

Jiang Wan carefully put on the clothes with the help of the staff.

She looked like an elf emerging from the depths of the forest in the mirror.

She walked towards the waiting area in her high heels.

Shen Che was sitting on the sofa looking at his phone when he heard the sound and subconsciously looked up.

"Bang!"

The phone fell from my hand and hit my leg.

He seemed oblivious, his gaze fixed on the figure ahead.

The misty purple skirt flowed under the light, shimmering and flickering.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, its seaweed-like waves swaying gently with each step.

Her makeup was exquisite yet not heavy, with slightly upturned eyes, giving her an innocent yet alluring look.

Shen Che's Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly felt his mouth and tongue go dry.

He has seen many beautiful women.

I've also collaborated with some of them in the industry.

The only one who could make him feel so restless was Jiang Wan.

Because she is no one else.

He had seen her with two little braids, following him around calling him "Brother Che".

I've seen her as a young girl, wearing a blue and white school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, running out of the alleyway.

I've also seen her in her work clothes, looking aloof in the clubhouse corridor.

But he had never seen her dressed up like this before.

Seeing it now, Shen Che realized how much he wanted to possess it.

"Brother Che?" Jiang Wan called out to him in confusion.

Shen Che snapped out of his daze, cleared his throat awkwardly, and said, "So beautiful."

Jiang Wan touched the butterfly on her skirt.

"It's because Che-ge has good taste; he picked out a beautiful dress."

While changing clothes, Jiang Wan asked curiously about the origin of the dress, and the staff told her that Shen Che had chosen it himself.

Shen Che got up from the sofa and smiled slightly.

"No matter how beautiful a dress is, it's still an inanimate object."

"You look much more beautiful in it than I imagined."

He took his white suit jacket from the coat rack next to him and put it on.

Two people, one dressed in white, the other in purple, like a dream.

Like a prince and princess in a fairy tale.

The two got into the car and headed towards Yunque Mountain Villa.

Meanwhile, the merchant's villa.

Shang Shixu received a call from Di Wenjun.

"Tao Tao and I are off, see you there."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Shang Shixu grabbed his car keys and went out.