Chapter 184

Suppressing her doubts, He Lele let the service staff toss her from head to toe. Fortunately, they were only focused on the work in their hands and didn't give her too much gaze pressure. Various skincare and beauty procedures lasted for a whole afternoon, and when the service staff pushed several racks of clothing for her to try on, she understood Jiji's meaning no matter how stupid she was.

"Excuse me, please call Mr. Ji for me." Pushing away the dress handed over by the service staff, He Lele looked unhappy.

The service staff looked at each other in embarrassment. "Sorry, Miss, we don't have this authority, and... time is running out. If we delay Mr. Ji's business, we can't afford it, so..."

He Lele took two deep breaths, not wanting to make things difficult for these service staff, but—

"I, I don't wear skirts."

"But your legs are very beautiful, short skirts really suit you!"

"Is this... all backless?"

"No way, Mr. Ji gave instructions not to expose the chest. To show your good figure, we can only choose this type of style as a second best."

He Lele gritted her teeth and stopped raising objections, letting those professionals and service staff pull up her hair and apply exquisite makeup on her like a doll.

Looking at the somewhat unfamiliar self in the mirror and listening to the formulaic compliments of the surrounding service staff, He Lele felt no soft touch in her heart.

This is not her.

The gorgeous and sexy attire, the moving face, and the intoxicating fragrance on the tip of her nose... all this is just evidence that she has been completely played by others!

"..." There was undisguised appreciation in Jiji's eyes, but he wasn't surprised by her gorgeous transformation, because her most beautiful appearance... he had seen countless times. "How do you feel? My Cinderella."

"... Very good, Prince."

"No, the Prince tonight is not me."

Author's note:

Cough cough~~ I really am Jiji's stepmother~~ always watching him do thankless things~~

Jiji~~ please believe~~ Mom also loves you~~

Busy is just one word~~ tired every day~~ 55555555555 let October pass quickly!!!!!

Let's save up the thanks for another day~~ thanks to the girls~~ sorry to trouble you girls~~ hug~~ big love~~~ kiss my dear princesses!

☆, (7 Fresh Coins) Chapter 165: Eavesdropping

Cinderella in the fairy tale rode a pumpkin carriage, while she rode a flashy Lamborghini. Even flashier than the car was the famous agent, playboy, and young master Ji, Jiji, who was wearing a silver-white suit beside her.

"Why the long face?"

"..."

Jiji turned his head to look at He Lele and parked the car on the side of the road.

"Is being with me so uncomfortable for you?"

He Lele looked out the window, her gem-like eyes somewhat listless.

"... Give up on Producer Shentu, let me spoil you, cherish you, love you, isn't that good?"

Sighing silently, He Lele turned her head to look at his seemingly somewhat injured appearance.

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why do you want to spoil me, cherish me, and love me?"

"..." Because—Jiji stared at her clear, silent eyes for a long while, turned his head away, started the sports car, and instantly sped to over the speed limit.

What else could it be? Besides the fact that he liked her, what else could it be? Hadn't he shown it clearly enough? Why couldn't she be a little more infatuated, a little easier to coax, a little more obedient like those other women?

Producer Shentu... did she think she could handle Producer Shentu? Didn't she know how to give up when it hurt? Did she know how indifferent Producer Shentu was to the creature called woman?

Half an hour later, Jiji drove He Lele to a villa halfway up the mountain. Night hadn't fallen yet, but the villa was already brightly lit inside and out.

He Lele gritted her teeth, suppressing her accelerating heartbeat, and was led by Jiji through the front courtyard into the villa hall. Along the way, inquisitive and curious gazes shot at her as if countless cigarette butts were burning her, her scalp tingling, and the wound on her forehead covered by her bangs was also aching faintly.

"Wait here for a while." Jiji sent He Lele to the sofa seat on the side of the hall and handed a cocktail to He Lele.

Following Jiji's departure, those gazes that tortured her didn't disappear, but instead, a few—got closer and closer.

Don't come over, don't come over!

He Lele couldn't stop shouting in her heart.

"This young lady—"

"Sorry!" Finally, when the person came to greet her, she couldn't suppress the trembling of her whole body, stood up, and walked toward the garden outside the side door.

Finding a quiet bench, He Lele sat down to slowly calm her body.