Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

Lin Man replied, "It's raining, so it's not good to be outdoors. I've made an appointment with Tony to get a new hair color. Bai Ma, do you want to come along?"

Baima's eyes lit up: "Great! Great!"

Ding Heng said sternly, "Why are you dyeing your hair, you high school student?"

"I'm graduating soon!"

Pema said matter-of-factly, "Besides, my mother doesn't care about this!"

"real or fake?"

"Brother, you don't think I still have a chance to study, do you?"

"Fine……"

Ding Heng reluctantly agreed and drove out of the apartment area.

Baima cheered and turned to Lin Man to seriously discuss hair color.

Half an hour later, the three of them walked into a luxuriously decorated hair salon.

Lin Man was clearly a regular customer. As soon as she pushed open the door, the receptionist greeted her respectfully, "Miss Lin!"

The stylist she booked, Tony, was the salon's chief creative director. He was in his early thirties, tall and thin, spoke with a strong Cantonese accent, and liked to mix in a few English words when he spoke.

"Hi, Miss Lin, it's been a long time!"

Tony, the hairstylist, greeted everyone with a warm smile: "What kind of hairstyle would you like today?"

Lin Man sat down in the swivel chair: "Let's change the color. I'm getting a little tired of this hair color lately."

What kind of feeling do you want?

"Something a bit more sophisticated, but not too flashy, something that will stand the test of time."

Tony gestured a couple of times, took out a color chart, and the two began to discuss.

Baima sat to the side, her two short legs swinging back and forth, occasionally chiming in with a few words.

Ding Heng slumped onto the sofa and started scrolling through his phone, utterly bored.

While adjusting colors, Tony chatted with Lin Man, glancing at Ding Heng on the sofa out of the corner of his eye, and took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Miss Lin, it's been a long time. Was the last time you came before the Lunar New Year?"

"Yeah, I've been busy lately."

"What are you busy with? Dating?"

Lin Man smiled but didn't reply.

Tony sectioned her hair, clipped it up, mixed the dye, and quickly began applying it.

"To be honest, this is the first time I've seen Miss Lin with a man by her side."

"What, I can't have a man?"

"no no……"

Tony stirred the paint in the bowl with a brush and asked curiously, "Your Hubby?"

Lin Man remained noncommittal, deliberately saying, "Guess again, and if you guess right, I'll give you a top-up today."

Tony's eyes lit up, and he began to think seriously: "Hmm... it's not that bad yet, so he's my boyfriend?"

"wrong."

"younger brother?"

"No."

"assistant?"

"That's not right either..."

Lin Man raised an eyebrow: "Go ahead and guess!"

Tony scratched his head and turned to examine Ding Heng closely.

Because of the system's enhancements, outsiders always find it difficult to accurately determine Ding Heng's actual age.

You could say he's in his early twenties, or you could say he's around thirty and people would believe you.

Tony lowered his voice: "It can't be your Daddy, can it?"

Lin Man chuckled: "You think I'm that kind of woman?"

"Sorry, I'm being presumptuous."

Tony, the hairdresser, wisely kept quiet and focused on dyeing Lin Man's hair.

Daddy refers to a sugar daddy. Many of his clients are kept women, and after getting to know them well, he doesn't shy away from discussing such topics.

But Lin Man is completely different from those canaries. Teacher Tony was worried because he had spoken without thinking.

If you offend a major client, you'll have nowhere to turn for help.

The hair dyeing process was quite lengthy, and it wasn't until night fell outside that the two of them finally finished dyeing their hair.

Lin Man's is a sophisticated gradient silver-gray, while Bai Ma's is a less eye-catching mint beige-brown; both belong to the cool color family.

Lin Man, who usually goes for a mature and sophisticated style, can naturally pull it off, but Bai Ma's appearance is just too cute, like a little girl who has stolen adult clothes, trying to look cool but being adorable.

Pema looked at herself in the mirror from left to right: "Something feels off..."

"Quite good looking."

Lin Man leaned closer, took out her phone, and pointed it at the mirror.

"Click".

The image freezes.

One is tall and the other is short; one is a mature woman and the other is a cute girl—the contrast is striking.

Putting her phone away, Lin Man went to the front desk to pay the bill.

Tony was tidying up his tools when he looked up and smiled, "Ms. Lin, you still have money on your card, just deduct it directly."

"Let's top up another 10,000."

Lin Man took out her phone, ready to show the QR code.

Tony asked, puzzled, "You don't have any events planned lately, Miss Lin..."

"Didn't we agree on that?"

Lin Man clicked to confirm payment, her smile alluring.

"If you guessed right, I'll top up your card today!"

Chapter 168: Preparing a Big Surprise for Hua Qing! (There's a bonus chapter with monthly ticket rewards. Also, please subscribe and vote at the beginning of the month!)

After getting their hair done, Ding Heng and Lin Man accompanied Bai Ma on a journey of eating, drinking, and having fun.

At 9:40 p.m., the dilapidated Chang'an stopped at the entrance of the villa area.

Baima unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned back in the seat in front of her: "Brother, are you coming again tomorrow?"

"It depends."

"What do you mean by 'depending on the situation'..."

Bai Ma pouted in dissatisfaction and turned to Lin Man: "Sister Man, can you talk to him for me?"

Lin Man shrugged, indicating that she was powerless to help...

Seeing that neither of them responded, Baima sighed resignedly and got out of the car.

Watching Baima walk into the villa, Ding Heng took one hand off the steering wheel and covered Lin Man's black-stockinged thigh.

Lin Man's black stockings today were extremely thin 5D stockings, almost imperceptible in thickness. Ding Heng could clearly feel the temperature of her skin when he placed his fingertip on them.

Lin Man didn't dodge; instead, she sensibly leaned her leg over to her.

Ding Heng's fingers stopped at the mid-thigh of her thigh and pressed down lightly: "Go to your place or a hotel?"

Lin Man obediently replied, "I'll do whatever the boss says."

"I haven't been to your house yet."

"The boss is always welcome to visit."

"Guide the way."

Ding Heng withdrew his hand and gripped the steering wheel again.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at the apartment where Lin Man usually lived.

Lin Man opened the door with her fingerprint and stepped aside to let Ding Heng go in first.

The motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on, casting a warm yellow glow across the floor.

Lin Man knelt down naturally, took out a pair of brand-new men's slippers from the shoe cabinet, unpacked them, and placed them neatly at Ding Heng's feet.

Then he raised his head and tilted his head back, placing his hands folded on his knees in a respectful posture.

Ding Heng looked down and asked, "Why do you have men's slippers in your house?"

"I specially prepared this for the boss a few days ago..."

Lin Man remained kneeling and took half a step back to make way for Ding Heng.

"Please come in, boss."

Ding Heng walked past her and strode into the living room.

The house was bigger than I expected, and the decor was a simple modern style, with gray and white tones and no unnecessary decorations.

Lin Man followed in and knelt down again at Ding Heng's feet, knees together and back straight.

"What would you like to drink, boss? Tea, coffee, or alcohol?"

"At the bar, I feel like you can relax a bit after you've had a drink."

"OK……"