Chapter 225 - 122: Parent-Child Hairstyles

Chapter 225: Chapter 122: Parent-Child Hairstyles

"Why is your face so red? Are you thinking about something naughty?"

"N-No, I’m not! Don’t say things like that," Fang Youning said, flustered.

"Come on, get up. This is our stop."

"Oh, right..."

She scrambled to her feet, and the two of them exited the subway station.

RING RING RING—

Fang Youning’s phone rang. It was a call from her sister.

"Sis, we just got off the subway."

"Okay, got it."

"We’re out of that traditional medicine we bought before. Should we go pick some up?"

"Sure."

After a few more words, Fang Youning hung up the phone.

"Chengcheng couldn’t sit still at home, so my sister came back and took him to the park. We can meet them there and then head home."

"Okay."

After leaving the subway entrance, they walked to the residential complex’s park, arriving at the small playground.

Fang Youqing stood out in the crowd.

She wore jeans with tall boots and a tweed-style jacket. Compared to the other parents, she was a stunning sight to behold.

Since Chen Yuan hadn’t come, she, the "old mother," had to play goalie with her child.

However, it was clear Fang Youqing was treating her son like he was from Japan.

She would kick the ball far away, then have her son retrieve it, over and over again.

"Sis!"

Hearing Fang Youning’s voice, Fang Youqing turned around, and Zhao Wen Cheng’s attention was drawn away as well.

As soon as he saw Chen Yuan, he forgot all about the ball and scampered over to him.

"Uncle!"

Chen Yuan crouched down and smilingly scooped Zhao Wen Cheng into his arms.

"Have you been listening to your mom lately?"

"I have, but I want to play with you. It’s no fun playing with Mom. She just makes me fetch the ball all the time." Zhao Wen Cheng pointed at the goal. "Let’s go play soccer."

"Uncle is tired too. Let’s go get your haircut first, and then Uncle will play with you when we get home," Fang Youqing said.

"I don’t want a haircut."

Zhao Wen Cheng squirmed in Chen Yuan’s arms, vehemently protesting the idea of a haircut.

Looking at his hair, it was already starting to get in his eyes.

"Zhao Wen Cheng, if you don’t go, I’ll never let Uncle come play with you again," Fang Youqing threatened.

Zhao Wen Cheng instantly behaved, looking at Chen Yuan as if trying to call for reinforcements.

"Your mom’s right. If you don’t get a haircut, I won’t come over anymore. You should think about it."

"Okay, I’ll go."

"That’s more like it. Let’s go get that haircut."

It seems like every large residential complex has a street right outside its gate, selling things like fruits and vegetables.

Jiang Wanyi’s family lived by the North Gate, while Fang Youqing’s was by the South Gate.

Chen Yuan and Zhao Wen Cheng walked ahead, while the Fang Sisters walked behind them.

Watching how close the two of them were, Fang Youqing realized she didn’t seem to be as important to her son as Chen Yuan was.

"It’s strange, isn’t it? Why does he love playing with Chen Yuan so much? It’s like he doesn’t want me to play with him anymore," Fang Youqing said.

"I find it strange too. And it’s not just you; he doesn’t seem to like playing with me much anymore either," Fang Youning said with a smile.

"He’s not even like this with his dad, is he?"

"Don’t even mention him. I must have had the worst luck in the world to have married him back then."

Fang Youqing had been in a good mood, but her expression clearly soured at the mention of her child’s father.

"Don’t tell me you two fought again. If I remember correctly, he’s been gone for over four months now, right?"

"He can come back or not, I don’t care. If he pisses me off enough one of these days, I’ll just file for divorce. It makes no difference whether he’s here or not anyway."

Fang Youqing sounded nonchalant. She watched her son walking ahead, her face devoid of emotion, as if she were talking about some trivial, everyday matter.

"I’m a living example. Don’t ever believe that ’from school uniforms to a wedding dress’ nonsense in the future. Dating is fine, but when it comes to marriage, you have to be careful. Extremely careful."

"That’s still a long way off for me..." Fang Youning said, embarrassed. She couldn’t help but feel her sister was hinting at something.

"But Chen Yuan really is a great guy. From the few times we’ve interacted, his conversation and the way he carries himself are a step above others his age."

"That’s so true!"

On this topic, Fang Youning suddenly became very talkative, as if a floodgate had opened.

"I find it strange too. We’re the same age, but Chen Yuan is just so much more mature than his peers. Plus, the Douyin account he created has already started making money. It’s amazing."

Shooting her younger sister a disdainful look, Fang Youqing retorted, "I think you’re getting a little lovesick."

"No, I’m not..."

Having cold water poured on her excitement, Fang Youning pouted and muttered under her breath.

"Chen Yuan *is* more mature than other people our age."

"Usually, people like Chen Yuan aren’t the ones who were coddled growing up."

"Isn’t that a good thing? And you still say I’m lovesick," Fang Youning said sullenly.

’I’m smart, not lovesick!’

Fang Youqing didn’t want to be the bad guy. The two of them had a good relationship right now, and it wasn’t like they were getting married. Chen Yuan was a good person, too, so she decided to just let things develop naturally.

"Xiaoyuan, stop walking. It’s this one."

Hearing Fang Youqing’s voice, Chen Yuan looked up. The sign above the entrance read ’Sanmu Styling Design’.

The shop was brightly lit and spotless. It wasn’t small, either, and looked to be a mid-to-high-end salon.

"Sister Qing, here to get your hair done?"

As the three of them entered, a young woman by the door greeted Fang Youqing, who was clearly a regular customer.

"A cut for my son," Fang Youqing said with a smile.

"Okay."

The female employee picked up a walkie-talkie. "Teacher Jimmy, a haircut."

"Got it."

A short-haired man five meters away replied on his own walkie-talkie.

’Isn’t this method of communication a bit redundant?’

At the hairstylist’s gesture, Chen Yuan placed the child in an empty chair, and the stylist draped a cape over him.

"So, little handsome, what kind of hairstyle are you looking for?"

"Just this style, but shorter," Fang Youqing said.