Chapter 49: Replacing the Turkey Head

After about two days passed, Shu Lingchen seemed to have “recovered,” and his whole demeanor returned to normal.

It was as if nothing had ever happened, but he still brought his textbook to Shu Shu to recite classical Chinese.

Shu Shu sized him up for a moment, then said to start reciting.

Then, after Shu Lingchen finished reciting, Shu Shu took out the accounting ledger to record his reward.

The part-time job setup she had mentioned was still valid. Just as she clicked her pen open to write, she was stopped.

“No need.”

“Hmm?”

Shu Shu looked over and heard Shu Lingchen say in a low voice, “Mom, I know your purpose for setting up this part-time job was to make me attend classes and study properly. Let’s cancel this. From now on, I will start studying properly.”

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After school.

Pei Muyin came over with her backpack to find Shu Shu. Shu Lingchen asked where they were going to eat.

Shu Shu said, “We’re not going to eat yet. We’re going somewhere first.”

Fifteen minutes later.

The three of them got off at the entrance of the most bustling shopping mall building in the city center.

Following the signs, Shu Shu pressed the button for the elevator.

Inside the bustling mall, the transparent elevator went straight up.

Arriving at the destination floor, Shu Lingchen looked around, confused. “What are we doing here?”

“A hair…cut.” She had been disgusted by that head of turkey feathers for a long time.

The elevator doors opened, and Shu Shu walked straight toward a barbershop with a very stylish interior.

“What?!”

The moment Shu Lingchen heard the word “haircut,” he stopped dead in his tracks, his face full of resistance. “I’m not going! My hairstyle is so cool! Nobody is allowed to touch it!”

“? What is wrong with your sense of aesthetics? A head full of turkey feathers—it’s ugly as hell.” As she spoke, Shu Shu even turned her head toward Pei Muyin as if seeking agreement, asking, “Right, Little Mousse?”

Being cued, Pei Muyin also looked toward the top of Shu Lingchen’s head, and then nodded.

Shu Shu: “See, we both think it doesn’t look good. Two votes against one, the minority obeys the majority. Move it, get in there and cut it off.”

“Huh? When did the voting start, and why is it just the three of us?” Shu Lingchen protested. “If you’re so confident, bring Pineapple Boy and the others over to vote too! The two of you are on the same side, of course you’d side together!”

Hearing the words the two of you are on the same side, Pei Muyin’s eyes lit up as if enjoying it immensely, and she silently moved a few steps closer to Shu Shu.

Shu Lingchen stubbornly stiffened his neck. “Anyway, this hairstyle has been with me for several years. I am absolutely not changing it.”

“Come over here.”

“No!”

Shu Shu narrowed her eyes. “Are you coming over or not?”

“Just no!”

Then Shu Shu stopped wasting words and walked toward Shu Lingchen. Shu Lingchen immediately stepped back guardedly, turned around, and pulled his legs to run.

Before he could run two steps, his collar was grabbed, freezing him in place.

Then, the customers on this floor of the mall witnessed such a scene—

A non-mainstream, Shamate-styled young boy was holding onto the railing for dear life, while a pretty girl with peach-blossom eyes gave a flick of her hand and effortlessly dragged the boy into the barbershop behind them, just like picking up a little chick.

…

Inside the shop.

A staff member dressed in a uniform with an earpiece hooked over their ear walked over, smiling politely. “Hello, customer! May I ask which one of you would like to get their hair done?”

“Him.”

Shu Shu pressed Shu Lingchen down into a chair.

“It’s not me!” Shu Lingchen tried to spring up like an eel, but Shu Shu gave a dark, sinister smile directly. “You’d better cooperate while I’m in a good mood. Otherwise, I don’t mind knocking you unconscious before bringing the hairstylist over. But after you wake up, I might not be able to guarantee whether you’ll turn into a braised egg.”

“…”

A threat! This was an outright threat!

In order to avoid becoming bald, Shu Lingchen struggled for a long time, but in the end, he could only compromise.

Shu Shu flipped through the style catalog handed over by the hairstylist, then stopped at a page and pointed, “First dye his hair back to black, and then cut it like this.”

“Alright.”

With a cape draped over him, Shu Lingchen had a look of complete despair on his face, letting the hairstylist smear hair lotion onto his hair.

This shop was of quite high standing, with a comfortable, subtle fragrance floating in the air. Next to them was a designated rest area with tea and desserts.

Shu Shu and Pei Muyin asked for a slice of Tiramisu each.

While waiting, Shu Shu pulled out her phone again to search for the latest news regarding art related to her daughter.

Sitting beside her, holding a small plate and eating Tiramisu small bite by small bite, Pei Muyin accidentally caught a glimpse of Shu Shu’s screen. Her expression was curious. “Sister Mousse, do you usually pay attention to the violin too?”

Naturally, Shu Shu couldn’t tell Little Mousse that she was looking at these things to find her daughter, so she made up another excuse. “It popped up on my feed, so I’m just browsing casually.”

…

This shop was high-class, and its efficiency was fast too.

Two and a half hours later, Shu Lingchen’s hair was done.

Shu Shu and Pei Muyin looked over.

In front of the mirror, the boy’s original frizzy, overly long turkey feathers were gone, replaced by a neat head of short black hair.

Shu Shu had chosen a short, textured crop style for Shu Lingchen.

Two small sideburn areas were trimmed by his ears, layered upward, with the hair left slightly longer on top. The fringe in front reached about an inch above his eyebrows, cleanly revealing his entire face.

He had looked handsome when he was little, and combined with his parents’ genes, he was destined not to grow up looking bad.

The boy had dark eyes, a tall nose, and perfectly thin lips.

He overlapped more and more with that face in her memory.

If his gaze were a bit colder and a bit thinner with emotion, he would look even more like him…

Shu Shu stared blankly for a moment, but that trace of emotion vanished very quickly. Her face returned to normal. Raising an eyebrow, she walked over, circled around Shu Lingchen twice, and nodded repeatedly. “Not bad.”

Pei Muyin looked at Shu Lingchen in a daze, only feeling that Shu Lingchen’s appearance after cutting his hair carried a striking sense of familiarity.

Shu Lingchen rubbed the back of his neck very awkwardly. Changing his hairstyle made him feel so unaccustomed.

Satisfied, Shu Shu paid the money.

The three of them came out of the barbershop. They still didn’t go to eat, taking the elevator up to the luxury clothing stores on the upper floor.

…

In the past, Shu Lingchen had only heard the saying that women are crazy when they go shopping.

But now, he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

Shu Shu pulled out a few pieces from the rack, then pointed at Shu Lingchen and said, “For the rest on the rack, please have models try them on. I’m buying clothes for him.”

The store staff immediately called over several male models who had similar heights and builds to Shu Lingchen.

It was like a runway show.

From tops to pants to shoes, they presented full sets one after another.

Staff members at this level of clothing store all had sharp, discerning eyes. Although Shu Shu didn’t look old and still looked like a student, she carried a subtle sense of nobility around her. The staff served them with great care and enthusiasm.

Sure enough, when checking out, Shu Shu swiped a seven-figure order without even blinking.

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Sansukini: She still hasn’t asked Pei Muyin what her name is. Lol. She just kept calling sister Mousse.

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