"Yes, I usually pay attention to this, and I'd like to wear this headdress."
Ye Qingqing took out a princess crown from her bag, which was inlaid with a lot of gemstones. This princess crown was a gift from Miao Tianxiang. When she was eighteen years old, she attended Madame Dylan's debutante ball in Paris. She was originally the designated princess, but because Princess Basha was ruined by the scheming Julie, Madame Dylan gave the title of princess of the ball that night to Basha in order to make amends.
Mrs. Dylan's Debutante Ball holds a very high international status. Held annually, it attracts debutantes from all over the world, all vying for the prestigious title of "Princess of the Ball."
Ye Qingqing didn't really care about the title of princess. Other socialites wanted the title of princess in order to marry a good husband, but she already had Lu Mo. Going to the ball was just to broaden her horizons. The title of princess really didn't matter to her. It was more suitable for Bazaar.
But Miao Tianxiang kept this in mind. Later, she asked a designer to design this princess crown for Ye Qingqing. It was inlaid with many precious gems and was naturally very expensive. Ye Qingqing never wore it. Today, she saw it by chance and thought of this past event. Basha married Edward and lived a very happy life. That unbearable past has long been healed by her current happiness.
She suddenly wanted to wear this crown; since she was going to act young, she might as well go all the way.
The middle-aged hairstylist's eyes flickered. He was a well-informed man. The gemstones on this crown were not cheap. Although they were not large, their purity and color were top-notch. Judging from the workmanship and style, they must have been made by a famous artist. Naturally, they were not cheap. Their market value was at least two or three hundred thousand.
The hairstylist was very skillful; with a slight trim, he created a loose bun with a few wisps of hair falling over her shoulders, adding a touch of playfulness. With the crown on, she looked incredibly youthful.
Ye Qingqing was quite satisfied. This hair salon was recommended by Song Hongye. It was her first time there, and she had a good impression of the middle-aged hairstylist. She smiled and said, "Would it be convenient for me to come back to you for my hair again?"
"You're always welcome; it would be my honor." The hairstylist smiled. He also enjoyed serving wealthy ladies. As long as the service was attentive, they would become regular customers, contributing a considerable amount of money to the shop throughout the year. Only a fool would refuse.
The day passed by in this way. Ye Qingqing went home, changed into her cake dress, and put on a playful makeup. When she went out, Lin Shufang glanced at her and felt as if she saw a young Ye Qingqing.
"You look just like you did when you were eighteen. Wear more of this kind of outfit in the future; it will make you look radiant," Lin Shufang said with a smile.
"Yes, I'll dress like this every day from now on."
Ye Qingqing was delighted and decided to put away her dark clothes and wear all the light-colored new clothes in her wardrobe, changing her outfit every day to dazzle Lu Mo.
"Mom looks so beautiful." Jingjing flattered her at the right time, knowing that pleasing her mother would bring her good fortune.
"No, you should call me 'sister'." An'an's sweet words were even sweeter; she would never have trouble finding a wife in the future.
Ye Qingqing was overjoyed. She hugged her youngest son and kissed him, then took out a hundred yuan from her wallet and gave it to An'an. "Good boy, go buy some delicious food."
"When I grow this tall, I'll have to call you 'little sister'."
An'an stood on tiptoe and tried her best to make a gesture. Her little mouth was sweeter than honey. Ye Qingqing's eyes narrowed with laughter. She took out a hundred-yuan bill and gave it to the little one. Jingjing next to her was furious.
"Sister, let's go buy some delicious food."
After Ye Qingqing left, An'an put away the hundred-yuan note and gave the other hundred-yuan note to Jingjing. Jingjing withdrew her little fist. Her little brother was quite considerate, so she didn't try to snatch it.
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