"There's nothing I can do, my grandson is in someone else's belly, I'll just have to bear it." Master Wang was quite devastated, and looked utterly humiliated.

"You paid me?" Qin Xiaoyu realized.

"Um."

What else could Qin Xiaoyu say? She understood that with the personality of Master Wang's generation, no matter how much money they made now, they would never be able to stand up for themselves in the future.

She's just waiting for her grandson to be born. If he calls, she'll give him money or help him. She won't dare utter a word. This is the life she's already written, and she can't change it.

"Sister-in-law!" Tang Wenwen burst in.

"It's not Sunday, what brings you here?"

Qin Xiaoyu knew that she was unconventional, but this came at a price. She had just said she wanted to transfer jobs and then stopped working properly, which might cause problems.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm just here to hear some jokes," Tang Wenwen said with a grin.

"What joke? Oh, the old lady has gone home, but she's quite honest."

"I don't care about her, I'm just here to hear Zhou Xing's jokes."

"Zhou Xing?" Qin Xiaoyu suddenly realized; bad news travels fast.

“My classmate works at the library, and Zhou Xing went to see her that day. She saw everything when you confronted Zhou Xing. It’s all over our classmates. We’ve never seen Zhou Xing so embarrassed. Hey, sister-in-law, say that English sentence again!”

How did you know it was me?

"I guessed it was you. I didn't know it was you when I heard the first half of the story, but when I heard you speak fluent English, use a barber shop library card, and describe your figure and appearance, I knew it was you."

"Hmph! I've gotten myself all mad."

"Don't be angry. I'll take you to borrow whatever you need. If one book isn't enough, borrow ten. Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Sister-in-law, why were you so harsh on Zhou Xing?"

Tang Wenwen wouldn't let go of Qin Xiaoyu, and Master Wang, unaware of what was going on at the library, kept asking her questions.

"Sit down, let me fix your hair," Qin Xiaoyu quickly changed the subject.

“Okay, go ahead and pack it. Just make one of the most fashionable styles from your generation.” Tang Wenwen didn’t stand on ceremony.

Qin Xiaoyu glanced at Tang Wenwen's hair. It was a short, ear-length bob with blunt bangs—the standard look for young girls these days—and indeed, it was a bit ordinary, not quite matching Tang Wenwen's style. She thought for a moment, "Zijun's short hair in 'My Second Half of Life' is quite nice; why not give Tang Wenwen a complete makeover?"

Seeing that Tang Wenwen's hair was getting shorter and shorter, Master Wang was a little worried and followed her around in circles.

"Wow! Sister-in-law, you're amazing!" Tang Wenwen looked at herself in the mirror, not wanting to blink. This lively and cheerful woman was exactly the image she longed for.

"Satisfied now?" Qin Xiaoyu smiled smugly.

"Satisfied, sister-in-law, there's one more person coming up." Tang Wenwen said halfway through her sentence, then suddenly jumped up and ran outside.

Qin Xiaoyu saw a jeep stop by the roadside, and a young man jumped out of the car. He had slicked-back hair, long sideburns, aviator sunglasses, bell-bottoms that could sweep the ground, and pointed white leather shoes.

Good heavens, is Elvis the King here?

Qin Xiaoyu had read about Elvis Presley's life online and was deeply impressed, but seeing someone dressed like that in real life was still a bit shocking.

He and Tang Wenwen talked about something, and he even gave her a gentle pat on the head. Qin Xiaoyu understood; this girl was in love.

In this day and age, anyone who owns a Jeep is definitely not from an ordinary family. It seems there's a reason why she was able to transfer jobs so easily.

"This is my sister-in-law, and this is my boyfriend, let's call him Jingdong." Tang Wenwen pulled Jingdong in and introduced him generously.

Jingdong looked reluctant, as if his white leather shoes would get dirty the moment he stepped in.

"Hello," Qin Xiaoyu greeted casually.

"We still have rehearsals, let's go." Jingdong ignored her and didn't even call her sister-in-law.

Qin Xiaoyu actually found this kind of man quite annoying. He took himself too seriously, and apart from his girlfriend, he didn't see any other women and showed them any respect.

"No way, let my sister-in-law cut your hair today!" Tang Wenwen grabbed Jing Dong's hand and shook it forcefully.

"I made an appointment with Liu from Dongfeng to get my hair cut tomorrow morning, let's go." Jingdong patiently coaxed Tang Wenwen.

"No, I won't leave until you cut my hair!" Tang Wenwen pouted, her coquettish manner a far cry from her usual decisive and efficient self, making Qin Xiaoyu unable to bear watching.

"Then just trim it a few times." Jing Dong gave Qin Xiaoyu a wink, letting her figure it out herself. It was a warning not to be too rough with her hands. He just wanted her to trim it lightly and leave most of it for Da Liu to cut tomorrow, to appease Tang Wenwen.

But he didn't know that he had already offended Qin Xiaoyu. She had already formed a rough idea in her mind, and a smirk appeared on her lips as she wanted to do something bad.

"Sister-in-law, give him the most fashionable haircut of your generation, don't listen to him," Tang Wenwen whispered in Qin Xiaoyu's ear.

"Okay, alright." Qin Xiaoyu made an OK sign, picked up the scissors, and prepared to start. Jing Tian sensed something was wrong and cast a murderous glare at her.

Qin Xiaoyu swiftly scissors, and a row of sparse hairs fell down. Jing Tian hurriedly closed his eyes, and his murderous aura vanished instantly.

Don't they know whose territory they're on and who they're dealing with?

Qin Xiaoyu was confident and started working quickly, using scissors and clippers. She avoided Jing Tian's desperate gaze and was so happy that she almost hummed a song.

Come on, let's hurt each other.

When she finished cutting Jingtian's hair, there was a moment of silence in the room.

Master Wang's legs were a little weak. Based on her decades of experience in the service industry, she knew that Jing Tian was not an easy person to serve, and that something big was about to happen today.

Tang Wenwen was stunned, her eyes filled with disbelief. She kept circling around Jing Tian until he was dizzy.

Jing Tian finally came to his senses, stepped off the chair and stood in front of the mirror. He looked at himself from left to right, and after a long while, he slowly turned around and looked at Qin Xiaoyu, saying, "Sister-in-law, where did you learn this skill?"

"Sister-in-law, he called me sister-in-law?" Qin Xiaoyu swallowed hard in surprise.

"I told you my sister-in-law is amazing!" Tang Wenwen was quite proud of herself.

"I learned it from TV." Qin Xiaoyu made up a random excuse, and Jing Tian believed her.

"Wenwen, in the New York music festival video we watched last time, someone had this hairstyle. I asked Da Liu to cut it for me, but she said she didn't know how. I didn't expect my sister-in-law to be so good at it!"

Jing Tian was now completely in awe of Qin Xiaoyu.

"What's this hairstyle called?" Master Wang watched the two walk away hand in hand, beaming with satisfaction. Then he looked at the ten yuan in his hand and felt a bit like he was sleepwalking. What was wrong with him?

"A mohawk," Qin Xiaoyu explained.

"What the hell?" Master Wang shook his head, walking with one foot deep and the other shallow, looking frightened.

"Mohican," Qin Xiaoyu explained impatiently again.

"Little Fish, you're a bit scary. How do you know everything? Are you really a god?" Master Wang was genuinely frightened and acting a bit strangely.

After a while, Tang Wenwen returned, this time alone.