When Ronan heard me teasing him, his expression instantly stiffened. If I weren't the woman of President Anderson, he probably would've killed me already. "President Anderson told me to take you to get your hair done. Sis-in-law, you can eat in the car. We don't have much time left." I didn't object. Rich people cared a lot about appearances, there was no way they'd let me show up with messy hair, so of course I had to get it styled. I'd even heard that wealthy folks spent hours just doing their hair. Terrifying.
I picked some good snacks and was about to get into the car when Ronan saw my bare ring finger. His scalp went numb with fear. "Sis-in-law, where's the pigeon-blood diamond ring President Anderson bought for you?" The pigeon-blood ring? That thing was locked in the drawer, I normally didn't dare take it out. "I think it's in the drawer." By reflex I touched my left ring finger. It was empty.
"Hurry and wear it. President Anderson said you must." Ronan suddenly raised his voice, looking very serious. "This is a family banquet. Sis-in-law, how can you show up without your wedding ring? If anyone sees that, they'll think you two aren't on good terms. They'll laugh at you." His serious face stunned me. It also reminded me, yes, I had promised Captian that whenever I attended any banquet or family gathering, I must wear the ring. Luckily Ronan thought of it today; otherwise, I'd be dead.
"Thank you." I pressed my palms together and thanked him politely. "If you ever feel unwell, come to me for a checkup. I'll definitely take good care of you." Ronan's face darkened instantly. Forget it, he'd rather not be "taken care of," especially not for kidney deficiency.
I hurried upstairs. When I came down again, a ring was glowing on my ring finger. The red diamond shimmered brilliantly, looking incredibly noble. It made my skin look even fairer. That unique pigeon-blood gem symbolized the highest status, only the woman of President Anderson deserved it. Ronan took one look and felt his eyes might go blind. Too bright.
"Where are we getting my hair done?" I sat in the car, my left hand holding a steamed bun and my right hand holding soy milk, happily eating. Ronan looked at me through the rearview mirror. "Of course we're going to the best, most luxurious salon in all of Alchimie."
I couldn't understand the world of rich people, so I could only reply emptily, "Oh."
After breakfast, the steady vibration of the car made me sleepy. I closed my eyes and drifted off. Twenty minutes later, I vaguely heard someone calling me. I blinked awake and the first thing I saw was Ronan's face. "What is it? Are we there yet?" I rubbed my eyes like a sleepy little rabbit. Seeing me like that, Ronan clutched his chest dramatically, no wonder President Anderson treasured me so much. Even he felt himself being melted by how sweet I looked.
Since he still wasn't speaking, I turned my head and instantly froze. Outside the car was a gigantic, dazzlingly luxurious salon. Was this really a hair salon? Not some royal palace?
I stared at it, my drowsiness evaporating. "I have to do my hair here?"
Ronan followed my gaze and nodded. "Yes. This salon is under President Anderson's name. There are top stylists inside. Don't worry, sis-in-law, they'll make sure you look stunning." I was stunned. This palace-like salon belonged to Captian? He was even richer than I imagined.
I walked into the salon in a daze. The moment I entered, the stylists acted like they were preparing for battle. They scanned me up and down and immediately offered dozens of hairstyle options for me to choose from.
"Mrs. Anderson, please tell us what style you prefer." Their tone was extremely respectful. After all, I was President Anderson's real, legally registered wife, the one trending all over Facebook. Seeing me in person, they realized I was even more beautiful than in photos. The moment they looked at me, inspiration sparked all at once.
I flipped through their albums. Every hairstyle looked good, which made it impossible to choose. In the end, I picked one that best suited my youthful look and matched my outfit. Although it looked simple, the cutting, curling, and styling took over an hour. I kept nodding off, and soon fell completely asleep.
I didn't know how long had passed when I felt someone stroking my cheek. The fingers were warm, the touch gentle, sending a strange electric shiver through me. Who was touching my face? So annoying…
I scrunched my nose and sleepily opened my eyes, only to meet Captian's deep, unreadable gaze. His expression didn't ripple at all, as if nothing in the world could stir him.
I blinked rapidly, instantly wide awake. "President Anderson?" I pressed my lips together, unsure. Wasn't I at the salon? Why did I see him the moment I opened my eyes? Did I open them wrong?
I checked my surroundings, yes, I was still in the salon. The bright lights hurt my eyes at first but became fine after adjusting.
I lifted my head and asked curiously, "President Anderson, when did you get here?" Captian stared at me intently. With my hair styled, I looked even prettier. My bangs were swept back, exposing my smooth forehead; when I blinked, it felt like warm sugar melting, soft and sweet.
Seeing his burning gaze, my eyes widened nervously. This was a hair salon… he wouldn't suddenly do anything weird, right?
"My hair is finished, right?" I quickly changed the subject. I turned around and saw my reflection. My new hairstyle was beautiful. My bright eyes and white teeth, my clear watery gaze, my fair skin, honestly, even I couldn't stop staring.
Captian's eyes darkened slightly, but he didn't speak.
I giggled and took off the haircut cape. The moment it came off, I felt like a freed white rabbit. I stretched my waist and rolled my shoulders, the skirt swaying gently with each movement, creating soft curves.
From beginning to end, Captian kept watching me. His Adam's apple bobbed. I really did look stunning.
"I think this hairstyle goes well with formal dresses. What do you think, President Anderson?" I tugged at my skirt and smiled brightly at him. His gaze deepened even more. After a moment, he finally said, "It's fine."
I pouted. I thought it looked great, but all he said was "fine." His aesthetic standards were way too high.
When I looked into the mirror again, I noticed they had applied a very light layer of makeup. My face looked even fairer, softer, and with my slightly watery eyes… why did I look a bit seductive?