The engagement ceremony was supposed to be held in three days, but Qin Xiaoyu felt a little uncertain. Back home, she had been in charge of everything, but now she was completely lost.

"How should we hold the engagement ceremony? Where is the venue? Who should we invite? What time should they arrive? Should we order Chinese or Western food?" Qin Xiaoyu kept asking questions.

“You don’t need to worry about it, everything will be taken care of,” Are replied with just one sentence.

"Arrangements? What do I need to do?"

"You can enjoy your time alone with your partner. Sister-in-law, you've always done everything for me, now it's my turn to take care of things for you. Just wait and see." Tang Wenwen came downstairs in a flurry, then strode away.

It seems he went to receive Madam Fang's imperial decree.

Because the trip was postponed, the two little ones were quite happy and went out to play with Commander Zhou and his wife nearby, leaving Qin Xiaoyu at home.

"Look, they're all so sensible. Today you're mine." Are leered at them.

"Little one, come here, we'll take you somewhere." Third Sister called to Qin Xiaoyu, put her arm around her shoulder without saying a word, and walked out affectionately.

The place they went to was behind Nanjing Road, not on the main street. It was a direct transition from the bustling city to a quiet place, giving one a feeling of being in another world.

It was obvious that the driver wasn't a first-timer; he rang the doorbell, opened the car door, and did it all in one smooth motion.

As they reached the door, the black door opened. A woman in a bamboo-patterned hemp cheongsam smiled gently and welcomed them inside.

"Mrs. Fang, Miss Fang, you've arrived very early."

"Ah Qian, isn't your wife here?" Madam Fang seemed displeased.

"Yes, of course I'm here. I heard your car. I know you don't like mint, and I just used it, so I quickly asked someone to air it out and change the curtains." The voice came and the person arrived. It was a woman in her forties, very tall, with a broad northern frame and a delicate southern face. In those days, there were no surgically enhanced faces; she was obviously natural. She was also a very beautiful woman.

"Madam Luo, you've had a long journey." Only then did Madam Fang finally smile.

"Third Miss is also at home. It's been a long time. It's rare for her to come with you. This is..." Madam Luo stopped and carefully looked Qin Xiaoyu up and down.

When Qin Xiaoyu came out, she was in a hurry and didn't change her clothes. She was only wearing a simple silk dress. Unlike the clothes on the street, it didn't have the cumbersome three-quarter sleeves. It was made into a vest style and was slightly tucked in, revealing Qin Xiaoyu's fair and rounded shoulders. The whole dress had a kind of charm.

"This is A Lei's fiancée. There's an engagement party tomorrow night, and you absolutely have to come."

"My God, is this A Lei's fiancée?" Madam Luo was so shocked that she lost all her composure.

"Come inside, it's hot in the yard. This child is from the north and isn't used to being in the sun." Madam Fang patted Qin Xiaoyu's back considerately, leading her up the steps.

Qin Xiaoyu noticed that Madam Fang's legs weren't very nimble, but she didn't like being helped. The first time, Qin Xiaoyu, not understanding, went to help her, which greatly displeased Madam Fang.

So today she moved forward slowly, both supporting Madam Fang and using her strength to get across, while also making the two appear exceptionally close. Madam Fang was very satisfied with her performance.

From the outside, the building looks antique, but once inside, you'll find it's decorated in a completely modern style, more like the colonial style seen in Hong Kong.

The room was air-conditioned, and I felt a chill as soon as I came in. Ah Qian had already come over and draped a silk shawl over Madam Fang.

"I'm an old woman, I don't fit in with you young people. You guys stay cool, I need to keep warm." Madam Fang had already sat down on the chaise lounge.

"You're joking, aren't you? You're not old at all. Not to mention your face, who can compare to your skin? You could easily pass forty." Madam Luo's words were as sweet as honey, and Qin Xiaoyu had already deduced that she probably worked in the service industry.

Judging from the sound, there's no hairdryer working, so it doesn't seem like a hair salon. Could it be a beauty parlor?

Qin Xiaoyu was right; her third sister had already started giving instructions: "Grandma, just give her a full-body massage, with only milk. I want sea salt, little one, what do you want?"

"Don't call her 'little thing,' she has a name." Madam Fang glared angrily at her third sister.

"I just think she's cute, that's my nickname for her. Okay, if you don't like it, just call her Little Fish."

"I'll have milk too." Qin Xiaoyu didn't know much about skincare in the 1980s and didn't dare to be presumptuous.

Speaking of beauty salons in the 1980s, Qin Xiaoyu's deepest impression is of eyebrow tattooing. It was just becoming popular then, and the entry barrier was low, so many unemployed housewives entered the beauty industry.

These people are bold and daring, ruining as many people as they can. Soon, everyone on the street had thick eyebrows, comparable to those of the popular cartoon character Crayon Shin-chan. For specific eyebrow shapes, you can refer to Xiao Wu, the "30,000 RMB Eyebrow Tattoo Guy" from the "Eyebrow Pressure" blog.

Soon, eyeliner tattooing became popular, and the result was big eyes that matched thick eyebrows – it was truly terrifying.

When Qin Xiaoyu opened her hairdressing school, she did some research and found that this was not eyebrow tattooing at all, but rather a tattooing technique, or what is called body art.

Although that was the prevailing trend at the time, and opinions on the aesthetics of this matter were generally consistent, she still wanted to go along with it. She didn't want ten years later, when those who regretted it would point at her eyebrows and say that it was Qin Xiaoyu's school that made it.

For her, it was almost like a stain on her life.

Shanghai truly lives up to its reputation as China's most fashionable city, leading the way in everything. While others are still just getting their eyebrows roughly tattooed, they're already getting spa treatments.

This was the most enjoyable time Qin Xiaoyu had experienced since her rebirth. The three of them lay on three beds, with three technicians serving them.

Madam Luo wasn't exaggerating. Qin Xiaoyu had glanced at her; Madam Fang's skin was very firm, and with her well-maintained figure, she really looked like she was only forty years old. Third Sister's skin was very fair, but unfortunately, she had too much body hair.

When Madam Fang saw this, she simply shook her head and sighed, as if she were facing a wild beast.

Qin Xiaoyu changed her clothes in the back, and when she came out, the masseuse personally helped her undress. She was really not used to exposing her body in front of strangers, but she only resisted slightly before quickly climbing onto the massage bed.

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do," she said, blushing as she lay down.

"Miss Qin has a truly well-proportioned figure. At first, I thought it was a pity that she was so short, but it turns out that as long as you're well-proportioned, height really isn't a problem." Madam Luo didn't hold back her praise, and Qin Xiaoyu's face turned even redder.

She suddenly remembered a story she had read: in Turkey, older women would go to the bathhouse to meet their daughters-in-law. Her current situation was probably like that. It turned out that Mrs. Fang, that old fox, had planned this all along.

If I had told her earlier, I was afraid she wouldn't have come, so I had my third sister act mysterious.