Zhao Yun went back to work, and the investment agreement was still under review.
Zhou You was getting a bit bored, still debating whether to contact Xiao Bai, since he still needed to wash his hair tonight.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Xiao Bai messaged him: "Bro You, I'm so bored. When are you coming to Shanghai to see me?"
Now there was no need to hesitate.
"Just came to handle some business. Things are done now. Let me treat you to lunch."
Xiao Bai replied instantly: "Really? You can't trick me, okay?"
Xiao Bai was at the office, glancing at her phone every now and then to see if Zhou You had replied.
She thought to herself that last time was pure luck, getting to lead a group. Since then, she'd been stuck studying and running around with the senior guides—nothing interesting.
"Really. I'll head home to rest for a bit. I'm a little tired. Are you free at noon?"
"I'm free. I'll take the afternoon off and hang out with you," Xiao Bai typed furiously, grinning as she did.
Her colleague beside her noticed her smiling and asked, "Did you find money on the street, or are you in love?"
"Nope, just a friend visiting. I'll be out this afternoon. Cover for me, and call me if there's an issue," Xiao Bai brushed it off. The tour guide company didn't enforce office hours since they were often out on trips.
With that, she packed up her things and took the subway home.
Pushing open the door, she saw Zhou You lying on the sofa, dressed casually in leisurewear, a thin blanket draped over his stomach, and she could even hear soft snoring.
Xiao Bai tiptoed over, sat down beside him, and studied his handsome face—sharp, clean-cut features, sword-like brows, and starry eyes. The more she looked, the more she liked him, and she couldn't resist reaching out to touch his face.
Zhou You had indeed drunk a bit too much last night and had been on a long flight, so he was genuinely tired—mostly that post-excitement fatigue.
After resting there for a while, he felt his body recovering. Just as he was sleeping soundly, he caught a whiff of a fragrance.
Opening his eyes, he saw Xiao Bai's flustered gaze, which only made her more adorable. Buoyed by his refreshed energy, he couldn't help but pull her into a hug.
Xiao Bai let out a surprised yelp, but once she recovered, she hugged him back tightly.
"I've missed you so much. I even dreamed about you last night, dreaming you came, and now you're really here. I'm so happy."
"Haha, there's even happier stuff to come," Zhou You said, scooping Xiao Bai up in his arms and heading toward the bedroom.
Xiao Bai pretended to struggle, but her resistance grew weaker. "Bro You, it's broad daylight, don't..."
But her words didn't match her heart; her arms only held him tighter.
...
A thousand words omitted here.
After the exertion, the awkwardness of their long separation melted away.
"Bro You, what are you here for this time? How long can you stay?" Xiao Bai traced little circles on Zhou You's chest.
"I invested in a project a while back—a bit of a big one. I need a professional firm to review it," Zhou You said.
"Bro You," Xiao Bai cooed, her eyes seductive.
She slipped under the covers.
A gentle bed is a hero's grave.
These blissful days reminded Zhou You of the legendary Ximen Qing.
A maiden's beauty like jade, secretly drains a man's marrow dry.
Ximen Qing, relying on his youth and vigor, knew no restraint, and in the end, it all came to nothing.
...
"Mr. Zhou, I'm off work. Let's go wash our hair together," Zhao Yun said, unable to focus all day, fixated on the hair-washing plan.
Ah.
This.
Go or not?
"Bro You, who's that?"
"A friend, needs to talk to me about something," Zhou You said vaguely.
"Then I shouldn't hold you up. Go ahead," Xiao Bai said nervously. In her eyes, Zhou You was a big shot, and delaying him would be bad.
So then.
Alright.
Zhou You thought to himself, I'm just doing this for the experience.
Zhao Yun saw Zhou You arrive and grabbed him eagerly: "There's this amazing place I've never dared to go to before. Today, I'm bleeding the rich guy dry and treating myself."
Zhou You was happy too—he wasn't afraid of the cost, only of it being bad.
"No problem. You lead the way, I'll pay. Let me broaden my horizons today."
They headed to the commercial district, and Zhou You was a bit surprised. Now they're this bold, setting up shop in such a bustling area?
Impressive—gold and glittering, crowded with customers. Two hostesses with slender figures in red cheongsams slit up to the thigh, their hair styled in elegant buns, exuding poise.
Zhao Yun pushed open the door and announced loudly, "Bring out your best stylists—two of us."
Zhou You felt a bit embarrassed: "Bro, let's get a private room first. We're still in the lobby."
"Pick the staff first, or how else will we enjoy the service?" Zhao Yun shot him a glance, holding back a grudge.
A few minutes later, two attractive women came over, graceful and pretty. But Zhou You thought they weren't as good-looking as the hostesses.
"Gentlemen, this way. Would you like to be together or separate?" one of them asked.
Zhou You was stunned. Together? No way, no way—we're not that close yet.
He quickly said, "Separate, separate."
Each woman led one of them into different private rooms.
"Sir, this way. Please lie down here," she said, pointing to a chair.
Zhou You was a bit confused, not knowing the procedure, but followed the instructions and lay down on the chair.
Once he was settled, the chair slowly reclined. The woman placed her hands on his head and began massaging, then washed his hair with water, asking as she worked, "Sir, is the water temperature okay? Is the pressure right?"
Zhou You was still in a daze and didn't say much.
Then the woman added, "I'll turn on the chair's massage function. Let me know if anything's uncomfortable."
So she massaged, washed his hair, and worked on his body all at once. By the time he was done, he still hadn't processed it—he'd really just come here to wash his hair.
It was comfortable, sure. Now he was eating fruit, and the service was indeed top-notch.
Zhou You couldn't help asking, "Do you offer any other services here?"
The woman smiled and said, "We also offer haircuts, with professional stylists to design for you. Would you like to try?"
But seeing Zhou You's clean, short buzz cut, she didn't push it.
"Alright, you can go. I'll rest here a bit."
That's it? That's all?
The door clicked open.
Zhao Yun walked in, refreshed: "So good! A top-tier place is different. Mr. Zhou, how's my haircut? Handsome, right?"
Zhou You snapped, "Handsome? Can you eat handsome for dinner?"
"I've been looking forward to this hair wash all day, and this is it? Huh, Old Zhao?"
Zhao Yun was baffled by Zhou You's frustration: "What's wrong with this? The service is great—I'd never dare come here normally."
"It's good, but is that all there is?"
"There's more—hair styling too, and it's super expensive."
Zhou You was fuming. He walked out to pay the bill.
Seeing the total made him even more annoyed: two thousand three hundred for both of them.
Forget it.
This place is just a money trap for rich suckers.
Never coming back.
At the entrance,
Zhao Yun finally caught on and burst out laughing.
"Mr. Zhou, you didn't think it was that kind of place, did you?"
Zhou You's face darkened even more.
Xiao Bai was better—gentle, thoughtful, pretty, cute, and understanding.
And then he got banned again...