Chapter 559: The Daily Life of a Beautician

Yun Wu · Private Space.

Inside the 150-square-meter main dance studio, the lighting is bright, and classical-style instrumental music drifts through the air.

"OK, done, Qian Qian."

"Got it, thanks, Wan-jie."

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian took her phone, lowered her head, and carefully reviewed the video she had just recorded.

In the footage, her figure was light and graceful, her gaze focused, her movements fluid and seamless—beautiful beyond words.

A delighted smile spread across her face, and she immediately shared the video with her boyfriend.

Her fingers flew across the screen, tapping out a message: "da-da-da."

"How sweet you two are, haha," Li Wan chuckled as she typed, "Seeing these videos and photos of yours, your boyfriend probably can't focus on work at all."

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian's cheeks flushed instantly; she brushed aside a strand of falling hair. "I just feel like I've finally made real progress—I wanted to show off a little."

Li Wan smiled sweetly. "Qian Qian, you really dance beautifully—and there's a special spirit to it."

"Hehe, not that great," Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian said, sticking out her tongue with a hint of pride.

It had been exactly four months since she first started dancing.

At the beginning, she was practically born with steel rods in her body—she couldn't even do basic yoga, stiff as a pole.

But somehow, from one day to the next, it was as if something had suddenly clicked; her movements gradually grew soft and fluid.

Muscle memory formed, her sense of rhythm strengthened, as if some unseen force had ignited her innate talent.

She learned everything quickly and effortlessly.

Now, she could effortlessly perform the entire routine, even beginning to incorporate her own style.

With a skill she could truly show off, her confidence had soared.

"Yun Wu · Private Space" is a dance training studio; all its clients are women, and they're all from the higher-end segment.

During the months she'd been studying here, she'd met quite a few people.

Li Wan was one of them—especially warm and proactive, and the one she was closest to.

Li Wan asked with a smile, "It's almost four. Are you going to keep practicing?"

"No, I've had enough for today."

"How about coming to my shop for a bit? Let's have some afternoon tea?"

"Hmm—" Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian hesitated slightly.

"Come on, Qian Qian, my flower shop isn't far from here—I haven't taken you yet. The atmosphere is so cozy, and the tea and pastries are all handmade. Come try some."

Li Wan took her hand, smiling sweetly, her tone gentle but unmistakably firm.

"Alright then, thanks so much, Wan-jie."

"Don't be so formal—I truly consider you a friend. Come on, let's go change first."

As they chatted, they entered the changing room, swapped into casual clothes, and picked up their bags.

Since the studio was located near the Yanjing Yanjing Yanjing Huating residential complex, Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian had walked over and hadn't driven.

They went downstairs and got into Li Wan's BMW 3.

After about fifteen minutes, they arrived outside a quiet neighborhood commercial street.

Although Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian had known Li Wan for a while, this was her first time visiting her shop.

It was called "Huang Hua Ju," a boutique flower shop with an exceptionally warm and elegant interior.

As they pushed open the glass door, a fresh wave of floral fragrance washed over them.

Wooden display shelves held various fresh flowers, dried flowers, and preserved floral art pieces; in one corner was a cozy tea lounge.

"Wow, so beautiful," Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian murmured, her gaze lingering over the colorful blooms on the shelves.

Li Wan smiled lightly. "Glad you like it. You can come often from now on."

The on-duty clerk immediately greeted them: "Boss."

Li Wan nodded and guided Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian to sit on the sofa in the corner.

She personally brewed a pot of tea and brought out several handmade macarons and fruit tarts from the back room.

"Try this macaron—it's a limited-edition rose flavor."

As she spoke, Li Wan placed the delicate dessert in front of Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian.

"Thank you."

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian took the pastry, pulled out her phone, took a selfie, and sent it to Tang Song.

She added a message: "Finished dancing—came to a friend's shop to chill. Song-ge, what do you want for dinner? I'll pre-order online."

Then she shared the flower shop's location with him.

Although Tang Song was very busy with his "work" and they didn't meet often, she made sure to send him her location and schedule every single day.

"Vibrating—"

【Song-ge: "You can eat whatever you want—I'll be right there with you."】

Seeing the message, Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian's face lit up instantly; she happily sent a "I love you" emoji.

Li Wan, watching from across, flickered her gaze, gently set down her teacup, and said softly, "Qian Qian, do you know? The way you are now is truly enviable."

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian looked up, blinking. "Hm?"

"You have love, money, someone who cares for you, your own passion—and you even dance this well," Li Wan said sincerely. "Most importantly, your boyfriend is generous and supports you in pursuing what you love."

"You're too kind, Wan-jie," Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian smiled faintly. "But my boyfriend really is wonderful."

"Hehe," Li Wan chuckled lightly, a glint of calculation flashing in her eyes. "Of course, you're also outstanding. Beautiful in a refined way, with a unique aura—like someone stepped out of a movie."

"Wan-jie, you're too good at flattery," Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian stuck out her tongue, blushing slightly as she lowered her head and picked up a macaron to bite into.

"I mean every word," Li Wan said, pouring her more tea, continuing to lavish praise with effortless charm.

She praised Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian herself, then occasionally praised her boyfriend and their relationship.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian's smile never faded.

After a while.

Li Wan suddenly leaned closer, shifting to a more natural, intimate tone. "Let me tell you something from the heart, Qian Qian—women need their own career. While you're young and at your peak, build up some assets of your own. Having a strong support is good, but having your own cards to play is even more important, don't you think?"

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian's expression remained calm, her heart giving a slight jump, but her face still beamed. "Wan-jie, what are you talking about? I didn't quite follow."

Li Wan continued smoothly: "I have a project going—currently in early fundraising. It's stable. It's a sub-project of a city-wide cultural and tourism initiative, targeting customized services for mid-to-high-end female communities."

She pulled out a beautifully designed brochure from her bag. "We're in the early launch phase—low entry threshold, but extremely focused resources. Projected returns are excellent—annualized around 25% to 40%."

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian listened quietly, her smile still in place, but her eyes had grown wary.

When Li Wan finally fell silent.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian suddenly raised her teacup, feigning curiosity. "Wan-jie, this tea is really delicious—is this your own blend?"

"Uh—yes, I made it myself," Li Wan replied, caught off guard by the sudden detour.

"Do you sell it in your shop? I'd like to buy some to take home for my boyfriend to drink."

Li Wan forced a smile. "We don't sell this blend, but I can give you some."

"That would be too much trouble. Why don't you tell me how you make it? I'll try making it myself later," Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian sipped her tea, smiling sweetly as she looked at her.

Li Wan's eyelid twitched. Suddenly, she realized she'd badly misjudged this little "golden canary."

At that moment.

The flower shop's glass door was gently pushed open, and a tall, elegant figure stepped inside.

"Welcome! How may I help you?" The front desk clerk hurried forward, took in the man's face, blushed, and her voice trailed off.

"Looking for someone," the man smiled, his gaze turning toward the tea lounge in the corner.

Today's beautician wore a professional outfit: a white blazer paired with a black pencil skirt and sheer stockings.

She sat sideways, her wine-red wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, her long, luminous legs glinting softly in the sunlight.

Hearing the familiar voice.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian's expression softened, then she spun around sharply. "Song-ge! What are you doing here?!"

Immediately, she stood up and dashed into his arms.

Tang Song caught her tall, sensual frame effortlessly, one hand gently stroking her back, a doting smile spreading across his face.

"Of course I came to find you."

"Thank you, Song-ge～mua~ I'm so happy!"

Watching the sudden appearance of the man, Li Wan's face showed a look of stunned surprise, her eyes widening involuntarily.

This was Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian's "boyfriend"?

With her experience, she could clearly tell Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian was being kept.

But she never imagined the benefactor would be this young and handsome.

Dressed in a custom Kiton suit, his figure was tall and well-proportioned, his gaze calm yet sharp.

Objectively speaking, in terms of appearance and aura, it was Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian who was the lesser match.

This was completely different from her earlier assumptions.

She took a deep breath, quickly adjusted her expression, and walked over with a smile. "So this must be Qian Qian's boyfriend? Hello, I'm Li Wan."

Tang Song released the beautician and turned to her, replying politely: "Hello, I'm Tang Song."

In the instant their eyes met, Li Wan's heart tightened inexplicably.

What kind of eyes were these—deep, restrained, clear, and calm.

Just a simple glance, yet it made her feel as if she'd been seen through completely.

A quiet, effortless aura began to spread.

She had spent years mingling in social circles, encountering no shortage of high-ranking individuals, and her discernment was naturally sharp.

That sense of pressure and inner confidence wasn't built from wealth alone—it radiated from within as a natural command.

It was the aura only a true "upper-class" person possessed.

Even without speaking, she made others feel a distance, a gap.

Li Wan swallowed hard, forcing a smile, "Hello."

She had already tucked away every petty trick and hidden agenda in her mind.

"Wen-jie, my boyfriend's here to pick me up—I won't keep you any longer," Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian said with a bright smile, picking up her bag.

"Oh, okay then." Li Wan snapped back to herself, quickly walking to the tea station, pulling out an elegant gift box. "By the way, Qian Qian, you love the tea I brew, right? Take this new batch home. When you finish it, come back for more—I've got plenty."

"Thank you, Wen-jie," Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian accepted it gladly, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "Then we'll be off."

"I'll see you out."

Li Wan mustered her strength, pushing open the glass door herself, accompanying the two out of the flower shop.

Right outside, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom sat quietly.

Beside the car stood a tall, athletic woman driver, her features sharp and commanding.

Seeing the three emerge, she gave a slight nod, then smoothly pulled open the rear door with clean, efficient motion.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian waved to Li Wan, then stepped into the back seat beside Tang Song.

"Peng." The door closed.

"Vroom—" With a steady, powerful engine roar, the Rolls-Royce Phantom glided away.

Li Wan stood frozen, her palms cold, her heart racing.

She was terrified.

If she'd truly tried to deceive Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian as some naive, gullible girl to secure an investment, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

Inside the silent Rolls-Royce cabin.

Tang Song's long fingers gently threaded through Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian's, their hands clasped, palms pressed together.

"Where do you want to eat, Qian Qian?"

After a moment's thought, Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian said eagerly, "How about Wanda? I haven't had that steak buffet in ages."

Ever since she came to Yancheng and her cousin Tingzi took her there, she'd been craving that steak buffet.

Back then, as soon as she got paid, she couldn't resist treating herself.

"No problem," Tang Song smiled, pinching her cheek, then turned to Liu Liu Liu Jia Yi.

When he turned back, he found the beautician staring at him without blinking.

The sunset's glow streamed through the window, outlining her delicate profile, her long lashes casting a small shadow beneath her eyes.

Tang Song suddenly reached out, gently tracing her eyebrows and eyes with his fingertip.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian instinctively tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, but didn't look away.

Their gazes wove together in the air—no words needed, each could read the tenderness in the other's eyes.

After a moment, Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian giggled, lifting her hips slightly to kiss his lips. "Song-ge, you're so good to me."

The car moved, stopped, moved again.

Outside, the city's flowing scenery shifted constantly.

At some point, Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian leaned against his shoulder, chattering about recent events.

"All the Yisha Beauty branches have been renovated, staff are in place, licenses are complete—starting next week we'll launch light medical aesthetics—"

"Yu-rong took me to meet several experts, showed me laser equipment and micro-needle devices—it feels like the whole industry is upgrading…"

"Lately I've been learning classical Chinese dance, and I bought a stunning Hanfu set—"

Her voice was sweet and playful; when she got excited, she'd unconsciously swing her leg, her low-heeled shoes tracing tiny arcs in the air.

Tang Song listened quietly, occasionally murmuring an acknowledgment.

Twenty minutes later, the Rolls-Royce pulled into Wanda's underground parking.

Since it was still early and neither was hungry,

they decided to stroll around inside.

It was just past five, a weekday, and Wanda was quiet.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian dragged Tang Song to the third floor's "Baby King" indoor playground, heading straight for the claw machine area.

The machines were piled high with plush toys, cheerful music and lights blending together, brimming with childlike charm.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian exchanged fifty Zhao Yuan for game tokens, standing before one machine, pointing at a pink-and-white rabbit doll inside,

determined to win.

"This time for sure! One more try! Oh no, it slipped again!"

Her luck was poor—she tried over thirty times without success, the rabbit always sliding out.

Tang Song laughed, took the joystick, and with a casual flick, the rabbit dropped smoothly into the exit.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian first pouted, shouting the machine was rigged, then rushed forward, hugging the toy tightly, bouncing up and down like a delighted child.

After playing for more than half an hour,

they took the elevator to Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian's long-awaited steak buffet.

Hu Jingjing the group-buy 399-Zhao Yuan two-person meal.

Besides steak, there were various cooked dishes, fruits, ice cream, and desserts.

Entering the buffet area, Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian became a diligent little bee, eyes sparkling, quickly filling a table with food.

"Song-ge, what drink do you want?"

"This ice cream is amazing—tastes just like Häagen-Dazs. Try it."

"Mmm, today's strawberries are so fresh. Open your mouth, ah—"

At nineteen, Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian had an unusually big appetite, but whenever she tasted something delicious, her first instinct was always to share it with him.

Only when he said it was good did her eyes crinkle with joy.

After a while,

The seared snowflake steak arrived. Tang Song picked up his knife and fork, carefully cutting it into small pieces, then handed them to her.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian grinned goofily, said "I love you," and began devouring it.

Tang Song chuckled, ruffling her hair.

Though she'd matured considerably, in his eyes, he still saw the shadow of that innocent, adorable beautician.

Wasn't that, in itself, a kind of fortune?

The two chatted back and forth, sharing food as they talked.

They ate for over an hour.

After wandering the streets a bit afterward, Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian began regretting how much she'd eaten, worried she'd gain weight.

Because of dancing, she'd worked hard to lose the extra pounds.

To comfort the beautician,

Tang Song took her to the fifth-floor Wanda Cinema, buying a large bucket of popcorn and two cups of iced cola.

They picked an animated movie at random.

Sure enough, after biting into the golden, crispy popcorn, the beautician instantly forgot her worries, brimming with energy.

The theater was dim, the screen's flickering light playing across their faces.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian leaned against Tang Song, laughing uncontrollably at the movie's funny scenes.

Her long lashes cast delicate shadows beneath her eyes.

Her body scent, refined by the item 【Mysterious Elegance】, carried a sweet, intense emotional afterglow—like honey warmed by sunlight, entwining her youthful vitality.

Mixed with the faint fragrance of gardenia in her hair, it drifted into Tang Song's nose.

At around nine p. m.,

the two returned to their large flat in Yanjing Yanjing Yanjing Tiancheng.

After washing up together,

the beautician mysteriously announced she had a surprise for him, then dashed into the walk-in closet with her bag.

Tang Song sat on the spacious sofa in the master bedroom, gazing out the floor-to-ceiling window.

Yancheng's lights shimmered like a river of stars, yet his mind replayed every moment he'd spent with the beautician today.

He smiled.

He picked up the guitar from the shelf and idly strummed a melody, expressing his inner feelings.

After a moment,

"Deng-deng-deng-deng~" A crisp, playful voice sounded from behind.

It was the beautician's deliberately hummed entrance BGM.

Tang Song turned around, his expression momentarily stunned.

She had changed into a unique Hanfu—more like a dance costume.

Silver-thread embroidery on the bustier highlighted her collarbones like a crescent moon, her fair skin glowing with a jade-like sheen under the light.

The high slit of the skirt swayed with her steps, revealing straight, plump, snow-white legs, the fabric fluttering to reveal glimpses, radiating a seductive blend of classical elegance and modern fashion.

Paired with vintage earrings and hairpins, the fusion of classical and contemporary styles exuded grace and allure.

"Ding-ding-ding~"

The antique dangling hairpin chimed softly.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian stepped lightly and stood before Tang Song, her face blooming with a sweet, innocent smile.

Like a lady who had slipped out of a painting and lost her way.

"Pretty, right, Song Ge?"

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian spun a circle before him, the hem of her hanfu dancing gently in the wind, her eight-foot-long legs tracing a graceful arc through the air.

Impossible to look away.

"Extremely beautiful," Tang Song nodded firmly, his gaze tender as water. "Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian, you're stunning."

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian's cheeks flushed faintly; a mixture of shyness and sweetness bloomed across her face, her eyes filled with starlight.

"I just learned classical dance. Can I perform it for you?"

"Yes."

Tang Song smiled and nodded, set down his guitar, leaned back on the sofa, and fixed his gentle gaze on her.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes.

The room fell silent; outside, the lights of Yancheng spread like a river of stars, with only the occasional night breeze brushing past the curtains, bringing a touch of coolness.

The soft light outlined her figure, as if draping her in a veil of dreamlike gauze.

Her dance was light as clouds, graceful yet infused with strength.

Like a spring breeze stirring ripples on a lake, or a summer night's rain—delicate and alluring.

There was no background music, yet she was fully immersed in her own rhythm.

Her movements flowed like water, then surged like a startled swan; every turn, every glance, brimmed with emotion.

The beautician before him seemed to have shed her cocoon and become a butterfly, dancing gracefully in the interplay of light and shadow.

Tang Song watched, entranced, his eyes never leaving her form.

Long after, the dance slowly came to an end.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian breathed lightly, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead, her cheeks flushed with a faint pink glow, like a lotus blooming in morning dew.

She turned to face him, her eyes brimming with anticipation. "Did you like it, Song Ge?"

Tang Song did not answer immediately, only smiled tenderly.

Then he picked up the guitar from the floor and held it close to his chest.

His gaze, deep as night, locked firmly onto her.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian froze, her eyes slowly brightening, her heartbeat quickening.

"Ding ding dong dong~~"

The guitar strings plucked softly, the gentle prelude flowing like a quiet stream through the room.

Warm and tender, carrying a depth of emotion hard to put into words.

As the prelude ended, Tang Song's clear, magnetic voice rose.

Like a night breeze brushing over a lake.

"JBGM: Books always write of joyful evenings, half a car ride, and their quiet conversation."

Her heart was gently swept up by the song; Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian's eyelashes trembled, as if struck by something unseen.

Tang Song stood and took a step forward, drawing close to the beautician.

He gazed into her eyes.

"JBGM: Slowly growing fond of you, slowly becoming intimate, slowly sharing ourselves."

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian gently bit her lower lip, her eyes slowly filling with tears.

In that moment, a crisp system chime sounded in Tang Song's ear.

"Ding! Congratulations, player. Companion—Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian's cultivation mission 6: 'The Canary's Flight' is complete."

"Companion—Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian's growth progress +20%."

?

"Companion—Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian gains 【Intelligence +2】."

"Companion—Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian gains 【Golden Canary's Glory Pack *1】."

The song faded, and the room fell into brief silence.

The beautician's chest rose and fell rapidly; she surged forward and pressed a heavy kiss onto his lips.

The guitar strings trembled, the final note lingering.

Salty.