Madam is a rebel, please surrender quickly

On the other end of the phone, Qiao Chi was deeply surprised.

"Xingxing, what's wrong with you? Didn't you say that you have to attend Mr. Zhang's birthday party tonight and don't have time for the candlelight dinner?"

"I suddenly wanted to go." Su Zhixing pursed her lips.

It’s funny that I have never had a candlelight dinner.

"Let's go to the birthday party later. I'm going there mainly to see Mr. Zhang, not to attend the party."

"Then wait for me, I'll rush back to the hospital to pick you up now."

Qiao Chi responded to every request, "By the way, Xingxing, you have to look like a woman again, otherwise, if I bring a little boy to a candlelight dinner, it will be very eye-catching, haha!"

Qiao Chi never cared about other people's opinions.

But when two men go to a couple's restaurant to have a candlelight dinner, it is equivalent to writing the three big words "I am gay" on their foreheads.

He guessed that the restaurant would stop them and not let them in.

Su Zhixing felt that what Qiao Chi said made sense, and she should first restore her body as a daughter.

"Okay, I'll go to the styling center to put on some simple makeup first, and you can pick me up directly at the styling center."

Su Zhixing said goodbye to Ni Huiyue and walked out while talking on the phone...

On the other side, Qiao Yichen called Xiao Yixiang, but she didn't answer.

He called her Su Zhixing's cell phone number again, but was told that she was on the phone.

So, she was on the phone with someone else and didn't have time to answer his call?

Gong Hongyan had already come down from the inpatient building and saw at a glance Qiao Yichen's glittering figure standing in the sunset.

"Professor Qiao, let's go have a candlelight dinner."

From a distance, Gong Hongyan waved and shouted at him.

Qiao Yichen's face darkened slightly.

He originally wanted to call Su Zhixing to explain that everything would be over soon and asked her not to be unhappy.

Now, her phone is unreachable.

He vaguely felt that Su Zhixing should be talking to Qiao Chi on the phone.

Gong Hongyan trotted up to him and reached out to hold him again.

Qiao Yichen dodged quickly.

"I don't like holding hands. Even the stars have never held my hand and paraded around the city."

Gong Hongyan pouted and said, "Professor Qiao, you don't love Su Zhixing in the first place, so it's normal for you not to let her hold your hand."

Qiao Yichen's expression paused.

"Who said I don't love Xing Xing? If I don't love Xing Xing, how can I marry her?"

"Professor Qiao, please stop being so stubborn." Gong Hongyan raised her eyebrows.

"If you love her, how could you possibly get divorced? Speaking of which, Su Zhixing's looks and figure are still pretty good. You've never taken her to a candlelight dinner, and you never let her hold your hand. These are all signs that you don't love her."

Gong Hongyan had actually investigated Qiao Yichen a long time ago and found that he was really distant and indifferent to his wife.

This made her look down on Su Zhixing even more.

There's a shining piece of gold lying next to her pillow, but she can't handle it. She's so useless!

Qiao Yichen didn't care about these small details.

"Candlelight dinners, holding hands, aren't these boring things? Can these things prove whether you love someone or not?"

"Of course. Only when you like someone will you think about doing something romantic with her to make her happy. Professor Qiao never thought about how to make Su Zhixing happy from beginning to end, so he naturally doesn't like her."

Gong Hongyan's conclusions were summarized and fed back to her by her think tank after investigation.

There are many psychologists in her think tank.

Anyway, the conclusion drawn from the wisdom of so many people cannot be wrong.

Qiao Yichen's face was filled with gloom.

It turns out that I really did so many things to hurt Su Zhixing?

So, Su Zhixing thought that he didn't love her and wanted to divorce her without hesitation?

Or did she divorce him because she didn't love him?

"I don't like any woman holding my hand, okay?" Qiao Yichen walked quickly towards his car.

But he didn't notice that Su Zhixing was walking out of the inpatient building.

She heard his last words.

Don’t like being held by a woman’s hand?

"Professor Qiao, let's hold hands." Gong Hongyan chased after Qiao Yichen.

"Same with holding hands. I don't like it."

"Then what do you like?"

"..."

Su Zhixing watched Gong Hongyan jumping into Qiao Yichen's car, feeling mixed emotions.

Is this a different kind of flirting?

Su Zhixing took a taxi to the styling center.

She quickly changed back into women's clothes and asked the makeup artist to do a simple hairstyle for her.

The stylist stared at her intently.

"Miss, you have the best foundation I have ever seen on a girl. Your bone structure is hard to find in a century. I will help you make an exquisite styling for free, and then take a photo as my work, is that okay?"

Su Zhixing doesn't like to be high-profile or wear heavy makeup.

"I'm sorry, I can pay for the styling myself, but I don't like being judged as my work."

The stylist was unwilling to miss such a good work, and pleaded with Su Zhixing,

"Miss, I actually study very hard and my skills are pretty good, but there is an unwritten rule in our industry that if you want to be promoted, you must have some impressive awards."

"But my family is financially strapped and can't afford to send me to Paris for further studies. I also don't have the money to hire a professional model to style me. Every time I participate in a competition, I don't have any outstanding work to show for myself, so it's hard to get ahead."

"I'm already over 30 years old, and I'm still a small stylist. I'm not even considered a senior stylist, let alone a director. As a result, I will be facing unemployment once I turn 35. Hey, miss, can you help me? This may be the last time I participate in the competition in my life. I have to pay thousands of registration fees every time, but I can't even get a final prize. I will never participate again in the future."

Su Zhixing frowned and couldn't help but feel soft-hearted.

"It's OK to take photos, but the styling can't be exaggerated. I like simple things. What's more, I'm just going to have a candlelight dinner today, so I don't need to dress too eye-catchingly."

The stylist was delighted to see Su Zhixing agreed.

"Don't worry, Miss. I will definitely create a look that best suits your temperament. I will never wear heavy makeup."

While Su Zhixing was styling her hair, Qiao Chi called.

"Xingxing, I'll be waiting for you in the lobby of the styling center. Take your time."

As soon as Qiao Chi sat down on the sofa in the lobby lounge, he saw Zhang Mengzhou walking out of the dressing room dressed up.

Zhang Mengzhou wore a waist-hugging fishtail skirt. Her spring scenery was faintly visible under the low collar, making her look sexy and beautiful.

Her outfit today is very different from her usual style.

When she wears a white coat, she is a pure and serious female doctor. When she takes off the white coat, she is dressed in a lazy and casual style.

To be honest, she really doesn't have the airs of a daughter of a wealthy family.

Mrs. Jin was also dressed elegantly and luxuriously and came out of the dressing room soon after.

"Zhou Zhou, look, the jewelry, dresses, and high-heeled shoes are all limited editions. The old man really loves you so much that he had them prepared for you a long time ago. I, his daughter, don't even get such treatment."

Mrs. Jin was very jealous.

"It seems that the old man is determined to make you choose a young man from a noble family tonight."

Tonight is Mr. Zhang’s birthday party, so Zhang Mengzhou will naturally appear in front of the guests as the host.

What's more, she would be introduced to male guests whom Mr. Zhang considered suitable, and take the opportunity to get to know each other.

Therefore, Mr. Zhang said that he must spend a lot of money to create an extremely beautiful look for her and not be perfunctory.

Zhang Mengzhou actually doesn’t like to do these things, but as the granddaughter of a noble family, she can only cooperate.

As soon as she arrived, the chief stylist served her and put heavy makeup on her.

All the equipment on her body was of the highest end and most expensive. Even a strand of her hair was filled with the smell of luxury and wealth.

The manager of the styling center even came forward and was full of compliments.

"Ms. Zhang, you are so beautiful tonight, you are like a fairy descending to earth."

Zhang Mengzhou curled his lips lightly, "Really? It's really beautiful?"

“It’s really beautiful, so beautiful!”

The manager of the styling center is a sissy who is very good at praising people.

"Ms. Zhang, I dare say that tonight, in the whole of Kyoto, there is no girl more stunning than Miss Zhang."

Just as he finished speaking, Su Zhixing walked out from another dressing room with a shocking little face.

The manager was shocked when he saw it and wanted to take back what he had just said...