Chapter 6 6 Jiang Zhai

The next morning, Mrs. Chen knocked on the door and asked Wen Yao to get ready, as a stylist would be coming to style her in twenty minutes.

After a night's rest, Wen Yao quickly adjusted her mentality. Since she was tied to Jiang Yue and needed to know the way back from him, it would be better for her to cooperate with him for the time being.

And it seems to be a good experience to see the characters I wrote in person.

When the stylist came over, Jiang Yue didn't come either. It seemed that he went to the company for a meeting.

In Wen Yao's character creation, although Jiang Yue is sophisticated and selfish, he is indeed very dedicated and hardworking, and can be called a workaholic. Going to the meeting and coming back at this time is indeed in line with his character.

The stylist asked Wen Yao what style she wanted.

She thought for a moment and replied, "Clean, pure, and quiet."

Since I can't be the eldest daughter of a wealthy family, I'll just be a kind and well-behaved small town girl.

The stylist quickly did her makeup, permed her hair, and tried on clothes. After more than an hour, she saw what she looked like in the dressing mirror.

She was too shallow, and only today did she finally understand the true meaning of "clothes make the man".

She looks very down-to-earth, with black hair, a plain light blue dress, and just a hint of makeup on her face, but she is pure and beautiful like a lotus, as if she could soon play the leading role in a campus drama.

This stylist is amazing!

Wen Yao didn't want to leave the dressing mirror. She thought the girl in the mirror was so beautiful. She used to think she was just an ordinary, above-average-looking girl, but now she found that she was "beautiful without knowing it"!

If it weren't for her face, she would have continued to appreciate it for half an hour.

But after a while, she felt uncomfortable because the stylist put half of her long black hair behind her head and half hung on the left side, so she gathered the hair on the left side back.

The stylist stopped her and said, "Don't move your hair. It looks best like this. If you mess it up further, it will take away from your looks."

Wen Yao's hands froze in the air, and then she obediently put her hair on the left side, but she still couldn't help but make a suggestion: "But this seems a bit tiring, I still have to pay attention to my hair all the time."

"Of course." The stylist said, "If you want to look good, how can you not be tired? If you are comfortable, you will not look good." After saying that, he walked over and fiddled with her hair to help her restore it to the best condition.

Wen Yao added, "And this skirt is a bit tight. It's okay when I'm standing, but it will definitely be tight when I sit down. Do you want to change to a medium size?"

The stylist was almost shocked and immediately said, "Of course not. A size up would be disgraceful. It would be shameful for a girl to wear a medium!"

"Just sit up straight and eat less. It won't choke you."

Wen Yao was speechless.

She originally wanted to say that the heels of her high-heeled sandals were too thin and she was not used to wearing them, but seeing this, she had no choice but to shut up.

She doesn't want to go to the beauty pageant, so it's not worth it for her to suffer.

Then Mrs. Chen came and told her that her husband was waiting outside and asked her to get ready and go out quickly.

Wen Yao touched her slender waist which was wrapped up with no space left, took a deep breath, and walked out of the house.

Jiang Yue's car was parked outside the villa. Since he was coming back from the company, he was still sitting in his golden business car, with the driver in the front and him in the back seat.

The car door opened and their eyes met. Seeing her appearance, Jiang Yue's face showed no expression, but the slight tenderness in his eyes clearly showed his agreement. He probably felt that her appearance after dressing up did not embarrass him.

Wen Yao sat on the outside of the back seat, then leaned back on the comfortable leather chair as if she had been liberated, and threw the handbag in her hand aside.

The hint of recognition in Jiang Yue's eyes immediately vanished. His eyebrows drooped, his lips pursed tightly. Just as he was about to speak, Wen Yao beside him sighed and complained, "Don't hire a stylist next time. It's exhausting."

Jiang Yue finally held back from speaking, turned his head, opened the car window, looked out, and said to the driver expressionlessly, "Let's go."

Wen Yao sat for a while and remembered that she had designed this business car and had referred to a lot of information about luxury cars when setting it up. The seat she was sitting on could be folded down, so she felt around on both sides of the seat, found the button, folded the seat down most of the way, and then lay down comfortably.

She brightened up a bit and said, "This seat is really comfortable, like a bed. When I wrote about Guan Xiaoya fooling around in it and being caught by the driver..." Thinking that the driver was right in front of the seat, she paused and muttered to herself, "It seems that my writing is indeed not very thorough. It's normal for readers to question it."

After he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Yue looking at him with a gloomy expression.

She reacted quickly and explained: "I just said it casually, don't take it seriously."

The plot she remembered was that Jiang Yue's wife Guan Xiaoya borrowed Jiang Yue's car, but she used an excuse to send the driver away and fooled around with a young male actor in the car.

As a result, when the driver came back, he saw an unusual dent on the flat seat, so he guessed that something was wrong with Guan Xiaoya and used it to blackmail Guan Xiaoya.

At that time, some readers questioned that the seats of such luxury cars are of very high quality, so how could they have obvious dents under such a small load and not rebound? The author was too ignorant.

She was very dissatisfied at the time, but now she thinks that she was really ignorant and that there was a bug in the plot.

But the problem is, she was thinking about the logic of the plot, and Jiang Yue...

People think that this is a story about a man who married a bus driver, and this wife cheated on him on the bus. Later, the driver found out and blackmailed his wife, not only for money, but also for sex...

No wonder she felt that the current driver was not like the one she arranged for him. He probably felt uncomfortable with it and changed him.

Although she apologized, Jiang Yue's expression did not soften. Instead, he stared at her and said, "My grandfather is a strict man, and the people in the Jiang family's old house also pay attention to etiquette. I can tolerate it now, but when you get to the Jiang family, I hope you can pay attention to your words and actions, and don't show your ignorance and vulgarity for the sake of face."

As he spoke, he looked at her lying on the seat with disgust, his meaning was obvious.

Wen Yao was unhappy and was about to reply when Jiang Yue continued, "If you satisfy me, I will naturally satisfy you. If you frustrate me, do you think I will be in a good mood to treat you?"

He actually made this threat seem like a matter of course, as if she would be an idiot if she didn't obey.

Wen Yao reluctantly lifted the chair, but couldn't help but maintain the blunt angle mode and leaned lazily on it.

Jiang Yue said, "When you get to the old house, only sit one-third of the way up the stool, keep your back straight, don't lie on your back, and don't spread your legs like you're trying to seduce a man. If you can't speak, keep your mouth shut. If you don't know someone, keep smiling. Follow me or listen to my instructions. It's best not to run around."

Wen Yao turned around and smiled, "I understand, Your Highness. Although I am just a commoner, I will definitely pay attention to you when I meet the Emperor in the Imperial Palace. No matter what, your Highness's life is in your hands!"

As she spoke, she complained in her heart: I gave you a better background, but you really think you are a royal noble, looking down on others. Without my setting, you are nothing!

Facing her sarcasm, Jiang Yue's face was visibly displeased, and his already gloomy face became even more tense.

But he didn't say anything, just glanced at her sideways, looking like he was too lazy to say more.

She also snorted and said no more.

I wanted to lower my head to play with my phone, but when I lowered my head I realized I didn’t have my phone.

Realizing she wouldn't be able to return anytime soon, she said, "I need a phone, a computer, and money."

To survive in society, an ID card is only the first step, but the most important things are mobile phone, internet and money!

"When you come back, go find Uncle Gong and let him arrange it for you." Jiang Yue answered absentmindedly.

Uncle Gong was the uniformed butler at the Jiang family villa. Wen Yao knew that the butler was quite kind, so she didn't say anything. But after a while, Jiang Yue changed his words and said, "Let's go buy it now." Then he told the driver to go to a nearby mobile phone store.

Wen Yao was a little surprised, but soon understood:

He remembered that he was going to the Jiang family's old house. If the people there found out that his newlywed wife didn't even have a cell phone, it would seem a bit strange and they might even suspect their relationship.

Soon the driver arrived at a nearby shopping mall, and the Digital City was on the first floor.

When they walked in, they found that the C position on the first floor was occupied by two mobile phone brands. The more stylish one on the left was Apple, and the one on the right was a popular domestic mass brand.

Jiang Yue walked straight to the Apple Experience Store, but Wen Yao stopped him and said, "I don't want that, I want this." She pointed to a store selling domestic brands and said, "Supporting domestic products starts with me."

Jiang Yue stopped and smiled, as if he had heard a funny joke. Although the smile was genuine, his expression was full of contempt.

Then he walked towards the domestic brands, but without getting close, he casually said, "Pick your own."

It was obvious that he didn't care about what domestic brands were selling, or rather, he felt that these junks were not worth his personal inspection.

Wen Yao was furious, but she could only take a deep breath and comfort herself: Don't be angry, after all, it was something I wrote.

She really missed her male protagonist. Although he was a little black-bellied, he had a very positive outlook on life and always stuck to his bottom line, which was why he could become soul mates with the female protagonist.

Unlike this supporting male character, what kind of person is he? The people of the country feed you, but you look down on the people.

Since she wasn't spending her own money, she satisfied her patriotic feelings to the maximum extent and bought the most expensive high-end model.

I got the brand new phone, and it finally cleared away most of the gloom of being trapped in another world.

There was a telecommunications company business hall next door, so she got a number and started playing with her phone in Jiang Yue's car.

Look at this stylish and streamlined appearance, look at this silky speed, look at this refreshing system, how can it not compare to Apple? My motherland, my God!

The Jiang family's old house is located in a Chinese-style villa area within the Third Ring Road.

Because it was her own design, Wen Yao was very aware of its beauty and elegance, but when she actually saw it, she was still amazed.

Pavilions, towers, waterside corridors, bluestone paths, winding streams, every place is like a poem, every place looks like a painting, as if you have traveled through thousands of years and arrived at the palace of a prince.

Wen Yao couldn't help but stop and admire again and again, but Jiang Yue walked forward without looking around as if he was passing through his own living room.

Mr. Jiang is considered a legendary figure. When he was young, he was a leader in the business world and earned a huge share of the Jiang family fortune. In his old age, he devoted himself to studying calligraphy and ink painting, and achieved some success.

It’s just that his son’s qualifications are mediocre. Although he is in charge of Jiang Group, most of the decisions still have to be made by Grandpa Jiang, so it was still not easy in the past few years.

It was not until Jiang Yue, the third generation, grew up that he inherited the business talent of his ancestors and showed a tendency to surpass his ancestors. As a result, Grandpa Jiang had two years of leisure time.

Originally, Jiang Yue's marriage with the Lu family had a bright future, but it was ruined in the end because of Jiang Yue's private life. It is conceivable how angry Mr. Jiang was.

Jiang Yue was also angry. Although Wen Yao didn't know the details, from what he said, he did avoid the female star, but was still photographed, so he felt very aggrieved.

They soon arrived at Jiang's house. Seeing Jiang Yue bringing Wen Yao, the nannies in the house were all shocked and surprised, and they looked at Wen Yao with concern.

Wen Yao thought about how she had dressed up carefully today, and she couldn't help but feel confident. She combed her hair according to the way the stylist originally styled it, then walked with her head held high, looking at the scenery and objects in front of her.

Look, this is the country described by the author. Not bad, really not bad. This house is exactly what she wanted in her heart.