Shen Ximan frowned warily. "What are you going to do?"
"If you're anxious about your face, you can rest assured. No one will touch your veil, and no one has the guts to do so."
Every word of Bo Jingyu was like a reassuring pill to her. It floated gently into her ears and made her feel at ease.
"If you're worried about causing me trouble, afraid to face the truth and can't make up your mind, then give me your hand. I won't hurt you."
Somehow, she believed him.
Ding! The elevator door opened. He grabbed her hand, their fingers intertwined tightly.
"Hey, look! Look! Who did the second young master bring in?"
An observant employee alerted the others, making them turn their gazes.
"My goodness! They're even holding hands. She must be the young mistress."
"But why is the young mistress wearing a veil?"
Shen Ximan kept her head down all the time, breathing faintly. She walked into the president's office under the gazes of hundreds of pairs of eyes.
"The hairstylist and clothes will be here soon. Wait for me until I finish the meeting."
Bo Jingyu let go of her hand and left in a hurry.
She looked at her palm where his warmth still lingered and didn't fade away for a long time. The warm touch made her ponder over and over again.
Knock, knock, knock. The door was knocked, which also brought her back to her senses.
"Come in."
Shen Ximan's cheeks were burning. Why did she care about whether they held hands or if his warmth remained? They weren't a real couple!
"Good day, Mrs. President. I'm the hairstylist serving you today." The woman with big waves who came in had a well - proportioned hourglass figure.
"I don't think my hair needs much styling." Shen Ximan said weakly.
"The president has a lunch appointment. You must go with him. You can't go looking like a mess, can you? That would be too impolite." There was an undertone in her words as she hung a gentle smile on her face.
Shen Ximan sensed something else from her arrogant tone.
"I just washed my hair this morning."
"Judging from your dry hair quality, you haven't used good hair care products before, have you?" She continued to provoke, getting closer and twirling Shen Ximan's hair ends with her finger.
"I don't pay much attention to these things." Shen Ximan frowned slightly, pulled her hair back, and gave the woman a glance.
"I'm Young Master Bo's personal hairstylist. I've been with him since he joined the company. I know how much he has suffered and how many difficulties he has gone through."
The woman with big waves was so vivid in her speech as if whoever had accompanied Bo Jingyu for a longer time had the right to speak.
"You're really a loyal servant."
Shen Ximan retorted directly, her expression showing no sign of agitation.
"Hehe, thank you for the compliment, Mrs. President." The woman with big waves was so angry that her eyebrows twitched. She turned around, took a hairstyle sample from a small box, and threw it on the table. "Let's not waste time. Please choose one you like."
In the meeting room, Bo Jingyu kept getting distracted. While thinking about An Ruo's whereabouts, he was also worried about the woman in the office.
Wouldn't she run away again under the pressure?
He thought for a few seconds and then gave a look to the person standing behind him.
"Second Master, do you have any orders?" Qian Li bent down and asked in a low voice.
"Go to the office and check if the second mistress is still there. If anything happens, come back and inform me immediately."
"Okay."
For some reason, Bo Jingyu always felt that something was about to happen.
"Mrs. President, I don't think this hairstyle suits you. How about I cut off a section of your hair? It will be easier to wash and look cool. It's a perfect match for you!" The woman with big waves said to the person in the mirror.
Shen Ximan was too lazy to roll her eyes.
Even a layman knew which one was better, long hair or short hair. It was obvious that this woman was here to cause trouble and was extremely noisy.
"I still like my long hair." She squinted and smiled.
"You're just used to it. How about I cut it? Changing a hairstyle is like changing a mood. I often style Young Master Bo's hair in various ways. You can rest assured!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she gathered a long section of Shen Ximan's hair. Just as the haircutting scissors were about to touch the hair, Shen Ximan grabbed her wrist.
"Sorry, I really don't like short hair. As a hairstylist, shouldn't you follow the customer's needs? How can you make your own decisions?"
If that section of hair was cut, it would be almost at the back of her head. What kind of short hair was that? Why not just shave her bald?
She couldn't help but complain in her heart.
"I'm just trying to solve your problems. Why don't you understand? Or do you just not take Young Master Bo seriously at all? Your heart has already flown to the eldest young master, right?"
The woman with big waves showed her true colors, her face contorted.
Shen Ximan stood up and looked at her coldly. "You've been sarcastic to me since you came in. What exactly do you want to say?"
"I love Bo Jingyu. Divorce him and give your position to me!"
This must be the biggest joke Shen Ximan had ever heard.
There was actually someone who openly put forward such an absurd reason and looked so self - righteous.
"Then tell him yourself. Why are you picking on me?"
The woman with big waves angrily clenched the haircutting scissors. "Miss Shen Shiyu is a good - looking and well - built woman. If Young Master Bo married her, I could give up my right to love him."
"But you! What do you have? You're plain - looking and skinny. What am I inferior to you in?"
Just as Shen Ximan was about to say something, the door was knocked again.
"Second Mistress, I'm Qian Li."
"Come in..."
Before she could finish her words, she saw the woman with big waves open the haircutting scissors and cut her own finger with a malicious smile on her face.
When Qian Li came in, he happened to see this scene.
"Ahhh! My, my hand! Wuwuwu..."
The shrill scream echoed throughout the working area. Some curious employees poked their heads out to take a look.
"My God! Isn't that Sandy, Young Master Bo's hairstylist? How did her hand get cut? So much blood!"
"Did the president's wife do it? She has such a vicious heart!"
"I knew it. The more incompetent a woman is, the more she likes to cause trouble. I really don't know what Young Master Bo sees in her."
After Sandy's plan succeeded, she wailed even louder. "Wuwuwu, my working hand! How could you treat me like this?"
Qian Li had never had a good impression of Shen Ximan, and now the misunderstanding deepened.
"Second Mistress! Don't you think the trouble is big enough?"
Shen Ximan looked innocent. "It wasn't me. She did it to herself!"
"You're really good at making excuses. Sandy always pays the most attention to her hands. There couldn't be anyone else in the office except you!"
Qian Li helped her up without saying a word. A small pool of bright red blood was flowing on the floor, very conspicuous.
"Let's go to the hospital."
Sandy still sobbed and pouted. "Is there any hope for my hand? I really... really can't lose this job! Young Master Bo trusts me the most. If I can no longer hold the haircutting scissors, what will I do in the future?"