Divorce: This Is A Trivial Matter

Chapter 15 - Confession

For just a moment Fang Cheng Ran was blindsided, then he recovered and smiled at Yang Wei. "Of course."

"It may take awhile."

"It is the duty of every man to wait for a lady, and it is my honour to wait for you."

Yang Wei could not help but chuckle. "My mother drilled into me from an early age that men with silver tongues can't be trusted."

"Then I'll use my actions to change her mind."

He took Yang Wei to a famous downtown hair salon, and looking at the front of the shop, Yang Wei raised her eyebrows a little. "Isn't this salon for members only?"

A smug smile on his lips, Fang Cheng Ran reassured her, "Don’t worry, my sister is a senior member here."

At this very moment, his sister, far away abroad, received a confirmation email from her hair salon. She huffed a breath from one corner of her mouth and verified it, her heart sure that it must be from Fang Cheng Ran, that brat, leading some poor girl astray again.

Under the guidance of a stylist, Yang Wei sat down in front of a mirror. The stylist's elegant hands gently stroked her hair. "Did you have a particular hairstyle in mind? A short cut?"

Thinking for a moment, Yang Wei told them, "Please cut it short, then dye it black and straighten it. Thank you."

"Sounds good."

While Yang Wei was getting her hair done, Fang Cheng Ran sat on the sofa, reading magazines. Outside the glass windows of the shop, the sky slowly darkened, yet there was no sign of impatience on his face. .

As Yang Wei watched him in the mirror, she felt her nose suddenly become a little sour. Qi Xiao Yan had never even had the patience to be her model, yet this man was willing to sit here, waiting for her for hours.

And hungry, at that.

The stylist finished up Yang Wei’s hair by blowing it dry. “What do you think?”

“Well...” Yang Wei looked at herself in the mirror, feeling uneasy at the drastic change. “It’s quite pretty."

Her straight, black hair brushed her shoulders. The fall of her hair was excellently done, and the parting had been changed. It was a classically lovely style.

And no one would ever say again that she looked like Song Jin.

Using a cylinder brush to add a few finishing touches, the stylist smiled. "It's pretty because you are."

Yang Wei looked up at him. "Even if you flatter me like that, I won't tip you extra."

"Of course you don't have to. It's the duty of men to praise women." At some point, Fang Cheng Ran had come over, and he smiled at Yang Wei in the mirror. Bending down, he handed her a teal blue card. "This membership card has been filled with money so that you can come back at any time. Just tell them your phone number to use it."

Yang Wei was a little taken aback. "I can't accept this.”

Fang Cheng Ran looked at her in amusement. “It’s hardly a credit card. Don't be afraid to accept it.”