Madam, Please Behave-Chapter 151: Getting a Haircut 11

Liu Changqing rushed into An Yuanyao’s room, let out a breath after closing the door, and turned to look at her seated at the desk.

An Yuanyao glanced at Liu Changqing, a trace of panic flashing in her eyes. She quickly shifted her gaze to the computer screen and clicked her mouse with her right hand.

These small actions were clearly caught by Liu Changqing standing by the door.

Frowning slightly, he leaned closer.

“What are you looking at?”

“Nothing… just randomly clicked the mouse.”

She paused slightly as she spoke, her eyes instinctively shifting away, avoiding Liu Changqing’s face.

Liu Changqing leaned in closer, his head craning toward the screen.

But all he could see was the desktop background.

Probably because of his proximity, An Yuanyao leaned back and gently pushed Liu Changqing with one hand.

“Don’t be like this… I really wasn’t looking at anything.”

Obviously, her strength wasn’t enough to move Liu Changqing.

His gaze left the computer and lowered slightly, landing on An Yuanyao’s face.

Under his stare, An Yuanyao instinctively shrank her neck, raising her other hand to push him with both.

This time, Liu Changqing straightened up without saying anything further.

Looking down at her from his height, he sighed.

“Don’t be so guarded. We’re not employer and employee. Whatever you want to look at is fine. No need to act like you’re hiding from a thief.”

“I’m not hiding from you…”

“Then let me see what you were just looking at.”

As he spoke, Liu Changqing reached out to grab the mouse.

An Yuanyao noticed his movement and quickly snatched the mouse from the pad, clutching it in her hands like a secret treasure and tucking it to her side.

The mouse cord stretched taut.

“You’re so… so stubborn! I said I wasn’t looking at anything!”

“Fine, fine, I won’t tease you anymore!”

Seeing that she seemed a little upset, Liu Changqing decided to drop the matter and slumped into a nearby chair, tilting his head back.

His eyes followed the spinning fan on the ceiling.

“It’s just a fan in this room. Don’t you think it’s hot?”

After Liu Changqing sprawled in the chair, An Yuanyao finally returned the mouse to its original place. Hearing his comment, she realized the room was indeed a bit stifling.

Only the fan was spinning lazily, and they’d left the window open to help ventilate.

Following Liu Changqing’s gaze to the ceiling fan, she thought for a moment before replying,

“It’s not too bad. I don’t feel that hot.”

“Why don’t I get you an air conditioner for this room?”

Liu Changqing tugged at his collar as he spoke.

“Your room can’t compare to Old Feng’s. It’s smaller and hotter. An air conditioner isn’t expensive. I still have the contact number from the last installation. I’ll have them send one over.”

“There’s no need!”

She waved her hands frantically, afraid he might really go through with it.

“I’m the only one here. Installing one just for me feels like such a waste…”

Her response made Liu Changqing sit up straight, his eyes fixed on her with a somewhat unreadable expression.

He knew An Yuanyao came from a well-off family.

Yet she didn’t carry the airs of someone wealthy, coming across as approachable instead. Now he understood why she was more popular than Li Wanran back in high school.

After all, who likes someone who always keeps a frosty face and barely speaks?

Thinking of his current body, Liu Changqing couldn’t help sighing.

There are all kinds of people in this world, but with normal reasoning, he still couldn’t understand why the original Liu Changqing was so infatuated with Li Wanran.

Sure, she had long legs, a pretty face, and money, but what else did she have?

Sighing, Liu Changqing said,

“Alright, if you insist. But I still think one fan isn’t enough. How about I get you a small desk fan? Just put it next to the computer.”

“Is it expensive?”

“How could a small fan be expensive?”

After saying this, Liu Changqing stood up.

“There’s nothing much to do right now anyway. I’ll go buy one for you.”

Before An Yuanyao could respond, Liu Changqing was already at the door, opening it to leave.

“Liu Changqing!”

An Yuanyao stood up, bracing her hands on the desk as she called out, but Liu Changqing didn’t look back.

A moment later, she walked to the doorway, resting one hand on the frame as she watched Liu Changqing drive away.

Thinking of how he had spoken earlier, a smile spread across her face. She turned back, her steps light as she closed the door softly behind her.

A male employee who had witnessed the scene shook his head and sighed.

Seeing this, someone next to him asked,

“Why the sigh?”

Pointing toward An Yuanyao’s room, he replied,

“The boss and her are at it again… It’s like watching a drama every day.”

“…”

An Yuanyao didn’t hear the employees’ conversation outside.

After shutting the door, she jogged back to her desk and sat down, scooting the chair closer.

Her right hand grabbed the mouse, and she clicked on the browser icon. Then she typed in the name of a forum and pressed Enter.

She had recently discovered the joys of online forums and only today learned that you could ask for advice from strangers online.

Using her forum ID, “Jun Zui Xiang Si,” she had posted a question earlier, and before Liu Changqing entered, she had been reading the replies.

The post was titled:

“Do women need to change their hairstyle to give the person they like a fresh impression?”

Content:

Today, I asked him a question. He told me he doesn’t like short hair, but I think if someone gets used to seeing the same hairstyle for too long, switching to something new might leave a different impression. Thoughts?”

The first few replies were as chaotic as expected:

1st floor: “Show me what you look like. No pics, no help. What if you’re ugly? No hairstyle can fix that!”

2nd floor: “+1.”

3rd floor: “Same here.”

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4th floor: “Forget about him, sis. I’m hotter than him. Here’s my ID: XXXXXXXXX.”

An Yuanyao scrolled past the nonsense, her mouse wheel spinning until she found a more reasonable comment on the 10th floor.

“Old hairstyles are outdated. Go to a salon and ask a professional stylist for something trendy. Plasma perms are very in right now;a lot of celebrities have them.”

The post even included comparison photos of before and after the styles.

Seeing the sleek waves, both big and small, paired with the natural black hair before the perm, An Yuanyao found the transformations remarkable.

Though she still thought the style seemed a bit odd, other replies agreed with the suggestion. Gradually, she found herself convinced and made up her mind.

When Liu Changqing comes back, I’ll tell him my stomach feels upset from eating popsicles and go home early.

Then… I’ll secretly visit a salon for a trendy hairstyle.

She imagined surprising Liu Changqing the next day when he came to pick her up. The thought brought a smile to her face.

Unable to suppress her excitement, she covered her face with both hands, finally calming herself after a few deep breaths.

She minimized the browser window, set the mouse down, and picked up a teacup to get some water.