Chapter 40 (Second Update)
Sister Hong loves bright red cheongsams with colorful patterns embroidered on the lapels, which tightly wrap her curvaceous body.
It doesn't look like a flower, but more like the pistil of an iris, its waist swaying in the wind, and it walks into the hair salon gracefully.
He casually threw the handbag to Qiaojie, feeling not very happy.
"We agreed to come check on the shop this morning, so why is there a ghost again out of nowhere? What are those people from the police station and the gang doing? They keep making me feel uneasy every other day!"
Qiaojie hesitated to speak and gestured towards the wooden sofa.
Sister Hong looked over and found a young girl sitting there quietly, looking at her with a smile.
"An Rou?"
Hongjie's heartbeat suddenly slowed, and she took a step back. Qiaojie wanted to help her, but she stood still.
The color on his face faded for a moment before returning to its rosy color.
"Hey, Miss An, why are you so miserable without the top 100 masters by your side?"
The last time they saw each other was on the day Meiqian died tragically. Sister Hong fled back to the hair salon in a horrified state.
An Rou looked at her quietly.
What a mentally strong woman.
He was so scared that he was about to move to the first-level area, but now he dared to mock him and even kicked An Younian out of the bun shop. He must have heard that Chiqian Yiming was dead.
An Rou suppressed her smile, revealing her original owner's usual timidity: "Since you know Chi Qian is dead, then... can you please not move?"
An Rou's change from calmness to fear was so fast that it made Sister Hong suspicious.
He immediately realized that it was probably because he had pointed out that the "Top 100 Masters" were not there, which made this damn girl realize that she could no longer rely on the power of others to bully others.
Sister Hong curled her red lips, walked over, sat down in front of An Rou, and crossed her arms across her chest.
She said arrogantly, "Do you think I'll be afraid of you if that guy isn't dead? I'm just tired of living in this shabby place, so I'm just looking for something new to do. It'll save me from having to see disgusting people all day long."
"Sister..." An Rou bit her lower lip. "It was my fault before. I had no conscience and didn't realize how good you were to me. Sister, can you please not move away? Rou Rou will miss you."
"An Rou, do you think I've been around for over thirty years? You've already revealed your true colors. Now you're using this on me, and if it doesn't disgust you, it disgusts me too."
Sister Hong shaved her red nails. "You want the shop? Sure, buy it. You're rich, right? Just one price: 500,000 gold. The shop is yours."
An Rou was surprised by her straightforwardness.
An Rou blinked, and her innocent almond-shaped eyes, which were filled with tears, instantly smiled.
"Sister Hong, this isn't very honest of you, is it? You've been doing business for so many years, how come the same thing costs 100,000 gold at someone else's place, but five times that at mine?"
Sister Hong's body stiffened and she glared at Sister Qiao fiercely.
"It's none of Qiaojie's business," An Rou said. "You're selling your bun shop with such fanfare. Just ask around and you'll know. If you want to lose your temper, you have to find the right person, right?"
Sister Hong heard the threat in the words and stood up, looking down at him: "I am bullying you, so what? If you have the guts, dig that guy named Chiqian out of the ghoul's stomach?"
"Or rather—you little slut, go and please a few more Chosen Ones?"
An Rou ignored her angry words and looked at her calmly: "150,000 gold, will you sell it?"
"500,000, not a penny less!" Sister Hong replied word by word.
Just then, a head popped through the curtain of the hair salon: "Excuse me, can you give men a haircut here?"
The atmosphere was tense and someone suddenly interrupted. Qiaojie was at a loss for a moment and looked at Hongjie.
As soon as Sister Hong opened her mouth, An Rou stood up and walked out.
As she passed Sister Hong, she whispered, "Don't regret it."
Sister Hong tutted nonchalantly, and after An Rou and the customer passed by, she greeted them with a smile, "Sir, of course it's reasonable."
Paopao walked in and looked around the hair salon. "Boss, you have great taste. The shop is so beautifully decorated. What kind of aromatherapy do you use? It smells so good."
This made Sister Hong glance at the corner subconsciously. There was no smoke coming out of the aromatherapy burner. When she turned back, she saw Paopao already approaching her.
"It turns out to be the fragrance of the boss." Paopao couldn't help but take a step closer, looking intoxicated, "Boss, you are so beautiful."
Sister Hong was speechless for a moment and stared at him blankly.
This was a young man, no older than twenty. Among the Chosen Ones she had met, his appearance wasn't particularly striking, but he was a head taller than her, and every strand of his hair radiated with vitality. At this incredibly close distance, he enveloped her from the inside out.
[Sister Hong (Hair Salon Owner) Favorability +10%, Current Favorability 70%, Friendly.]
His eyes swept across the notification on the light screen, and Paopao raised his hand. The thin-stringed glove slowly brushed across Sister Hong's eyelashes and fell on her carefully curled hair.
"Boss, your hair is so black, like silk... Can I call you Sister Hong?" Paopao said, "I saw the name of our shop is Sister Hong Hair Salon. You must be Sister Hong, right?"
"Before I walked in, I thought she would be a 34-year-old middle-aged woman, but Sister Hong looked much younger than me."
Sister Hong blushed. Even though she was very reluctant to reveal her age, she said honestly, "I'm in my thirties, an old woman."
She tried to push away Paopao's hand, but was unexpectedly held tightly by him.
Paopao quickly let go and apologized, "Sorry, did I hurt you? Wait a moment, let me take off my gloves."
"Don't." Sister Hong couldn't help but grab his hand. The thin iron cord felt cold and rough. "I like your gloves. They feel... safe."
[Sister Hong (Hair Salon Owner) Favorability +10%, Current Favorability 80%, Liked.]
A few steps away, Qiaojie was stunned by the scene before her.
I saw Sister Hong taking the young customer's hand, walking to the water tank, and washing his hair herself.
"Your hair is so hard... I don't even know your name."
"Yang Jiang, the Yang of the sun, the Jiang of the general." Paopao said, closing his eyes, and holding Hong Jie's hand again, pressing it against his heart, "Your hair is hard, but I'm soft here."
Favorability increased by another 5%.
Sister Hong had begun to bite her red lips involuntarily, but she didn't know what to say, and she quietly washed Paopao's hair.
Paopao didn't get a response, so she suddenly stopped and opened her wet eyes.
"Sorry, my friends can testify that I never use flowery words... What I just said was not flowery words, it was just..."
"I don't know why, but as soon as I saw Sister Hong, I especially wanted to protect you."
"Sister Hong, it must be tough for you to run a shop in such a remote town by yourself. There have been a lot of ghosts around here lately. Are you scared too?"
His eyes were so clear and his tone was so sincere and gentle that her eyes turned red in an instant.
Sister Hong turned her face away: "What else can I do..."
Before she could finish her words, Paopao suddenly stood up and hugged her in his arms.
Surrounded by the scent of a strange man, her eyes and mouth opened wide.
"Sister Hong, I know I'm too impulsive, but I really can't help it..." Paopao's hot breath blew into her ear, "Come with me. I have a big house in Central City. I just bought it not long ago, and the things in it are not yet fully furnished, so you can decorate it as you like."
"This..." Sister Hong was so shocked that she couldn't speak.
"If you like opening a shop, I can buy you a shop in the central city. It's much bigger than this one. Then when I come back from my mission every day, you can help me wash my hair. It really feels good when you wash my hair..."
"The Chosen Ones in Central City are all very wealthy, so you don't have to worry about business. It's the safest place in Lengbing City, so you don't have to worry about ghouls."
Paopao took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and met Sister Hong's eyes again: "When I think about you living alone in such a dangerous place after today, I, I feel really sad. Sister Hong, Ah Hong, from now on, let me protect you, okay?"
The light screen popped up again.
[Sister Hong (hair salon owner) favorability +10%, current favorability 95%, infatuated.
Note: Satisfy the contract requirements. 】
Paopao spread out his palm, and a small cluster of light appeared on the steel-gray palm covered with thin ropes. It was pink and jumping, like a harmless flame.
The pink flames reflected in Sister Hong's eyes, and were magnified and distorted by the tears in her eyes.
"Promise me, okay?" Paopao looked at her affectionately.
Success or failure depends on this one move.
Sister Hong covered her mouth and was stunned for a few seconds. Finally, she nodded, threw herself into Paopao's arms, and burst into tears.
"Cousin!" Qiaojie couldn't help but shout.
But Paopao didn't give her a chance and pressed the pink flame into Sister Hong's forehead.
Starting from her forehead, a pink halo swept down from top to bottom, sweeping across Sister Hong's body. A teardrop-shaped pink mark appeared in the center of her eyebrows.
This is the sign of a covenant between the NPC and the player.
In simple terms, from now on, Paopao can deprive Sister Hong of everything she has.
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An Rou went to the cloth shop and when she slowly walked back to the hair salon, Paopao was already cuddling on the sofa with Sister Hong.
Of course, apart from sitting close to each other, there was nothing eye-catching.
This child is quite obedient and doesn't have any bad intentions.
"What are you doing here again?!"
As soon as she saw her, Sister Hong stood up angrily. She caught a glimpse of Paopao from the corner of her eye, and her momentum subsided. She pinched her throat and said, "Sister Anrou, you're here?"
Compared to An Rou, who changed into an expensive silk dress, Sister Hong at this time seemed more like the weaker party.
But psychologically, I have never been so tough.
An Rou once had a backer of destiny, and now she has one too. She's asked around, and while her man isn't among the top 100 masters, he's still a top-tier one. Most importantly, he's younger and more handsome than the man before him.
An Rou smiled slightly and walked over: "What else can I do here? Buy a shop. Sister, you ask even though you already know the answer."
Sister Hong sat down next to Paopao and hugged his arm.
"Oh? What did you say before? You told me not to regret it? What? You still want to scare me?" Sister Hong said softly, "You can scare me, but I'm afraid you can't scare Ah Jiang."
When An Rou's gaze came into view, Paopao quietly moved his butt to distance himself from Sister Hong.
But the other party automatically came over.
An Rou smiled.
"Sister, you think too highly of me. I'm just a weak woman, how dare I scare the Chosen One? Since my brother-in-law is here, I don't dare to bargain. 500,000 gold, I'll buy the bun shop."
Sister Hong blinked, suspecting she had misheard: "You bought it? Where did you get so much money? Take out the money first and let me see."
"You have to pay for the goods first. My sister's goods are not ready yet." An Rou said, "First, take out the title deed and write the sales contract, right?"
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