From nine to eleven in the morning, two hours without being able to move, Xia Shizhao was drowsy when she finally heard a heavenly voice, "It's done, Miss, what do you think?"

Xia Shizhao opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror with a hint of amazement in her eyes. Xia Shizhao's face was exactly the same as her real face, but she had never done this makeup before. She always did whatever made her feel comfortable. She had never seen this pitiful look before.

Narcissistic Xia Shizhao: Satisfied: After looking at myself for a while, I feel like I'm almost falling in love with myself.

Seeing that Xia Shizhao remained silent for a long time, the stylist asked somewhat nervously, "How is it? Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, thank you."

Xia Shizhao looked up at the stylist with a smile.

The stylist blushed under the gaze, took a step back, and waved her hand, "Uh, no need, no need, it's what I should do."

"Let's go out then."

"Okay, I'll help you!"

Xia Shizhao looked at her in surprise, "Huh?"

"Hey, no, no! You go first."

After saying that, the stylist slapped his mouth in frustration.

Xia Shizhao watched as a sweet smile spread across her lips, and she lifted her skirt and slowly walked out.

Xia's mother was also dressed up and was already sitting in the living room drinking tea, waiting for Xia Shizhao to come out.

She was very satisfied with Xia Shizhao's outfit and handed it to the stylist behind her, saying, "This is your salary. Come work for my Xia family from now on."

Seeing the stylist hesitate, she narrowed her eyes slightly and asked in a somewhat threatening tone, "What? You don't want to?"

The stylist was completely stunned. She was a celebrity's personal stylist who had sneaked out to take on a job today, but then this happened, and she was doomed. Thinking about the exorbitant breach of contract fee, the stylist just wanted to slap herself for taking the job in the first place. It wasn't like she didn't have enough money. Now, she had offended a wealthy family and lost her job at the same time.

"Mom, I don't like her. I don't want her to do my hair. If the banquet wasn't about to start, I would have liked to change my look. Let's not waste time with a beta. Let's go."

After saying that, Xia Shizhao pouted and was unhappy. She clung to her mother's arm and tried to interrupt her thoughts by acting coquettishly, and even shook her mother's arm.

Hearing this, Xia's mother didn't want to argue anymore. Holding Xia Shizhao's hand, she looked at the stylist with arrogance and indifference, "Fine, since my daughter doesn't like you, consider this payment for this time. Just leave the Xia family."

The stylist breathed a sigh of relief, but still looked disappointed. "Ah! I'll be going now. Miss Xia, I'm so sorry, this styling made you unhappy."

Xia Shizhao waved her hand impatiently, "Take the money and get lost. I have to attend a banquet today, and I don't have time to argue with you."

As the stylist passed by Xia Shizhao, he gave her a grateful look and vowed in his heart never to take on any more jobs indiscriminately.

"Shi Zhao, you'd better keep your temper in check with General He."

After saying that, Xia's mother patted her hand.

Xia Shizhao lowered his head and covered her hand, saying firmly, "Shizhao knows, Mom, don't worry."

"Here, put this shawl on, so you don't get cold."

Xia's mother gently took a long cloak and draped it over her shoulders.

"good."

Xia Shizhao's face showed gratitude, but tears were silently streaming down his face. If you love me, please dress me in something warmer. All the dresses you chose are thin; who wouldn't be cold?

No matter how much she complained, she didn't dare to say it aloud and could only endure it.

Considering there are still three years until she goes offline, Xia Shizhao can't take it anymore. If she has to endure it for three years, she'll become a ninja turtle. It's too frustrating.

After leaving the house, the Xia family made a grand entrance, with several bodyguard vehicles following behind, heading towards the He family's residence.

Xia Shizhao sniffed. She clearly remembered reading in the book that some clothes had automatic warmth-keeping functions. Why didn't she, a rich heiress, have them? It didn't make sense, it was so unreasonable.

He glanced at Xia's mother beside him and thought, "Oh, she's fine, nothing's wrong, she didn't get cold."

A sudden surge of sadness and anger welled up in Xia Shizhao's heart.

Something's not right.

Startled by the strange emotion emanating from her, Xia Shizhao gasped. Wait a minute, she suddenly remembered that she had transmigrated back in time. What about the original owner of this body?

The original owner couldn't possibly be dead, otherwise how would the plot proceed without her?

Xia Shizhao touched the goosebumps that had risen on his skin and shook his head to shake off the thought.

She'll ask the system when she gets back later.

The driver spoke up to remind him:

"We've arrived at General He's house, Madam, Miss."

Xia Shizhao, leaning against the wall, sat up straight and looked outside. He saw all the luxury cars parked there, and there were people guarding the area. He raised an eyebrow slightly.

Madam Xia didn't reply to the driver, but just sat quietly, waiting for the bodyguard who came from behind to open the door for her. After the bodyguard placed his hand on the top of the car door to prevent her from hitting her head, Madam Xia got out of the car. Xia Shizhao followed suit and got out of the car. Her family used to be wealthy, but they weren't this pretentious.

Where Madam Xia couldn't see, she rolled her eyes slightly, then turned and cooperatively took Madam Xia's arm.

The two seemed to get along very well, exchanging questions and answers, a picture of motherly love and filial piety.

After handing the invitation to the doorman, the two went inside and found that it was much more lively inside than outside.

Men and women were chatting happily, each holding a glass of red wine or champagne.

Madam Xia led Xia Shizhao straight toward an elderly man with white hair. He was upright and vigorous, and did not look like a hundred-year-old.

But thinking about it, the average lifespan in interstellar space is 150 years, so it's normal for him to look so energetic now.

After waiting quietly for the old man to finish speaking, Madam Xia said, "Happy birthday, Mr. He."

The old man saw Madam Xia and laughed heartily, "Oh, Xia girl, it's been a long time! Thank you so much!"

"Shi Zhao, give the things to Old He."

Xia Shizhao stepped out from behind Madam Xia with the gift box, handed it to the young man beside Old He, looked at Old He obediently, and said in a sweet voice:

"Wishing Mr. He boundless happiness, longevity, and a life as bright as the sun and moon, as evergreen as the pine and crane, and a constant smile on his face, may his youthful appearance be as radiant as the setting sun. Happy birthday!"

"Oh, oh, oh! Good! Xia girl, you've raised your daughter well, very well."

Old He nodded in approval with admiration in his eyes.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. He. My child is usually quite mischievous."

Madam Xia covered her mouth with a handkerchief, smiling with her eyes crinkling.

Xia Shizhao looked at Old He with a standard smile. Luckily, he had memorized a lot beforehand and could finish the speech in one breath. Otherwise, if he had just said "Happy Birthday" in a dry tone, Madam Xia would probably have given him a hard time.

"Mu Cheng, take your sister to get something to eat. I'm going to chat with your Aunt Xia for a while."

"Okay, Grandpa."

Old He's grandson, He Muchen, replied from the side, his flamboyant red hair contrasting sharply with his current obedient attitude.

Looking at Xia Shizhao, you can't even imagine he's an alpha. He's too conspicuous. Tall and handsome with sharp features, he doesn't know how to restrain himself like a young man, and his aura is very aggressive.

"Turn off your pheromones, don't scare people!"

Old He suddenly turned around and scolded the man standing to the side.

He Mucheng shrugged helplessly, withdrew his pheromones, and extended his hand in front of Xia Shizhao, "May I ask if this beautiful omega lady can forgive my mistake?"

Xia Shizhao smiled insincerely: "If it weren't for maintaining my persona, I would really want to slap you to death right now, relying on my thesis defense."

But she still tilted her head and said against her will, "I'll forgive you because you're a handsome guy."

Then she placed her hand on his palm.

The two walked onto the stage.

During the dance, Xia Shizhao felt a sense of helplessness, like being forcibly fed excrement but unable to vomit it out.

Then, taking the opportunity, I stepped on his feet a dozen times, feeling much better, but my face showed a helpless expression: "Sorry, I wasn't quite sure how to jump that part when you suddenly changed your steps, I didn't react in time, are you alright?"

What could He Mucheng say? He couldn't very well say that he was being stepped on by an omega and was about to cry and want to curse, could he? Stepping on someone with stiletto heels is really ruthless. He suspected that the person in front of him was taking revenge, but he had no evidence.

The mute eats bitter melon, unable to express his suffering.

He was very depressed.