Jiang Peitian rested at home for a few days, and the sight of Xu Cuifen and Wen Xiaojian playing music together in harmony deeply stung his eyes.

He was stubborn during the day, but secretly sent messages to Qi Meijing at night, only to receive no response whatsoever.

Undeterred, he started making phone calls, but the calls were either immediately disconnected or switched off.

Today, he called Qi Meijing again. After a long wait, she finally answered, but the first thing she said was:

"If you have anything to say, just tell Jiang Ci. If you don't, we don't have anything to talk about."

"Hey, don't hang up. I just wanted to discuss something with you. I've already discussed the engagement with Hua Sheng's father, but we haven't set a specific date yet."

Besides, if you don't come back, won't that let others see our daughter for who she really is?

Qi Meijing hesitated for two seconds. Jiang Peitian's lips curled slightly. It seemed there was a chance. He continued:

"She's our daughter, after all. Shouldn't we treat her with more care? Otherwise, what will Hua Sheng's family think of her after she marries into the family, right?"

Qi Meijing's entire life revolves around the name Jiang Ci, and she replied without hesitation:

"Okay, you can discuss a date with them to have dinner together, and clarify everything that needs to be booked. I'll book the tickets to go back now."

Jiang Peitian's lips curled up:

"Okay, let me know when you've booked the tickets, and I'll pick you up in advance."

"No need, just send me the time and location of the gathering, and I'll go directly there."

After saying that, Qi Meijing hung up the phone without paying any attention to him.

Jiang Peitian's mood improved. He looked in the mirror again and again and noticed that he did indeed have quite a few gray hairs at his temples.

I immediately decided to dye my hair. When I was young, I was able to charm Qi Meijing with my looks, and I still think that still works.

Wen Zhaoye had just returned from outside when he saw Jiang Peitian dressed in flamboyant attire and frowned, saying:

What are you going to do?

Jiang Peitian continued walking without stopping:

"Meijing will be back soon. I'm going to get my hair dyed now. I have so many gray hairs, it looks terrible if I don't dye it."

Wen Zhaoye said irritably:

"When people were good to you, you didn't cherish it. Now that their hearts have turned cold, you suddenly feel so affectionate."

"I don't have time to listen to you, I have to go now."

Jiang Peitian was too lazy to listen to his rambling and simply got into his car and left.

A short while later, Wen Xiaojian returned and said to Wen Bao'er:

“Baby, didn’t you say you wanted to get a dog? Daddy got you one.”

As he spoke, he handed the puppy to Wen Bao'er, who excitedly pinched it:

"Thank you, Father."

Jiang Zhanhong and Jiang Chengjin saw this and put down what they were doing to come over and gently pet the half-grown puppy.

The puppy stuck out its tongue, showing no fear of strangers, and even struggled to get down.

Meanwhile, Jiang Peitian arrived at the barbershop. The stylist greeted him, "Mr. Jiang, are you here for a haircut?"

Jiang Peitian sat in the leather chair and said:

"Get a younger-looking haircut, and then dye it black for me."

The hairstylist immediately misunderstood and chuckled:

"President Jiang is truly a role model for men."

Jiang Peitian understood the implication in his words, but he couldn't bring himself to say it, especially since his wife wanted a divorce. He sighed inwardly.

"Hurry up."

"Mr. Jiang, how about I give you a perm and try out a different style?"

Jiang Peitian hesitated for a moment, thinking that Qi Meijing was used to this hairstyle, and if he changed it to a more fashionable one, he might be able to change her mind on the spot.

He nodded decisively and said, "Okay, let's go for something trendy."

After the hairstylist's flurry of activity, Jiang Peitian was left with a head of teddy bear curls, feeling extremely awkward.

"Is this hairstyle a bit unsuitable for my age?"

Hairstylist: "No way, Mr. Jiang, isn't this exactly what you wanted—to look younger?"

Jiang Peitian has a refined and scholarly appearance, and his features are impeccable. Although he has a few more wrinkles on his face, age has only given him maturity and composure.

At this moment, it looks somewhat out of place, but it's not exactly ugly.

The hairstylist continued to persuade him:

"This hairstyle makes me look at least twenty years younger."

Jiang Peitian glanced at himself uncertainly. Although he felt there was something strange about him that he couldn't quite put his finger on, he wasn't ugly.

After pondering for a few seconds, he said, "Fine, I'll stick with this hairstyle for the next couple of days. I'll just change it every day from now on."

The hairstylist watched him walk away.

What new favorite thing is it that makes this old man change his hairstyle every day?

When Jiang Peitian got home by car, he looked out the car window at the large family sitting in the living room and suddenly felt ashamed.

That bastard has such a sharp tongue, he should be laughed at for going in like that, right?

He waited in the car for a long time. Ah Long glanced at him and said expressionlessly:

"Boss, it's just a new hairstyle, and you're afraid to go home?"

"No way." Jiang Peitian stubbornly insisted, then opened the car door and walked home quickly, trying to walk into his room in one go, close the door, and block everyone's view.