Ye Qingqing hesitated for a moment, then picked out a pale yellow dress. The cut was simple and suitable for everyday wear. She looked in the mirror and felt it was pretty good, so she went out.
Song Hongye and the other two had already done half of their haircuts. Song Hongye's haircut and perm took the longest, Qian Manduo's haircut was just trimmed and blow-dried, and Lü Ziqun's haircut was also just blow-dried. They were all done and were sitting on the side reading magazines.
Upon seeing Ye Qingqing's completely transformed appearance, the three of them were immediately struck by her new look. They had never seen Ye Qingqing dressed like this before; she looked exceptionally young, and some might even believe she was a college student.
"Your figure hasn't changed at all in ten years, and your skin is still fair and tender. Time has been too kind to you." Song Hongye was envious and jealous. She spent more than 10,000 yuan on her face and body every month, but the results were not satisfactory. Time had not spared her after all.
"I'm wearing makeup, otherwise I wouldn't be able to look at you."
Ye Qingqing modestly said so, but she was still proud of herself. She used the best skincare products on herself, piling on Ganoderma lucidum and snow lotus, so she naturally looked younger than the average person.
"Your abundant collagen isn't from cosmetics. What brand of skincare products do you use?" Song Hongye inquired.
"I prepared it myself. The ingredients are too difficult to obtain; they are all rare wild medicinal herbs. My husband spent a lot of money to get them, and it's only enough for my own use," Ye Qingqing explained beforehand.
Song Hongye shrugged regretfully and didn't ask any further questions. She was currently using skincare products from Ye Qingqing's company, and the effects were actually quite good. Her skin was even whiter than when she was younger, but the lack of collagen was unavoidable, and she could only watch helplessly as it decreased year by year.
"You've taken great care of yourself; you look even fairer and more radiant than when you were in school. What are you worried about?"
Ye Qingqing pinched Song Hongye's cheek. It was indeed smoother and more delicate than before, and she was also much prettier. Song Hongye was a tomboy when she was in school.
Song Hongye was also a little smug, "I can contribute more than 10,000 yuan to your husband's company every month. If it doesn't work, I'll hold your man accountable."
Tony, the hairdresser who dyed Song Hongye's hair, was a boy with rosy lips and white teeth, and a sweet mouth. He complimented her, "Both of you ladies are very beautiful."
"Haha, if you were a few years younger, you'd be calling us 'auntie,' not 'girl'," Song Hongye joked, though she was secretly pleased.
The boy looked astonished and exclaimed dramatically, "How could that be? I think you guys are even younger than me. Don't joke around."
Song Hongye smiled so hard her eyes narrowed, she was in a great mood, "My two kids are all grown up, at least a decade older than you, your words are as sweet as honey."
"I really didn't realize that you two sisters must have gotten married young. Your husbands must have used sweet words to coax you into coming home." Tony the boy had a silver tongue than a matchmaker, and he had Song Hongye completely bewildered.
Ye Qingqing smiled slightly, her mind clear. No matter how nicely these people spoke, their only goal was to get the money in her wallet and coax her into signing up for a membership card to increase her sales.
"No dyeing or perming, just give me a hairstyle to make me look more lively," Ye Qingqing requested.
She doesn't like using chemicals in her hair. Those hair dyes are advertised as natural, but they actually contain chemicals that damage the hair. The same goes for perms. Ye Qingqing cherishes her hair. Her shampoo is also made with rare medicinal herbs, so her hair is black, shiny, and smooth, even more beautiful than the hair of those who appear in shampoo commercials on TV.
"Your hair is so beautiful." Tony, the hairdresser, was a middle-aged man who seemed to be the manager. His technique was much more skilled than Song Hongye's. He praised Ye Qingqing's hair, saying that it must have cost a lot of money to achieve such a good result.
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