Chapter 227 Parent-Child Hairstyles

Chapter 227: Chapter 122: Parent-Child Hairstyles

’The good thing is that it tastes okay, not as bitter as Chinese medicine. I have no problem drinking it myself.’

"Sister Qing, slow down."

Just as Fang Youqing was lost in these thoughts, Chen Yuan suddenly pulled her behind him, shielding her with his arm.

Seeing the car that had just whizzed past and then looking at Chen Yuan in front of her, a strange feeling welled up in her heart.

Whether she was with her son or Xiaoning, she was always the one in this role, protecting them behind her. Even when crossing the street, she would make them wait for the light and use the crosswalk.

Now, the roles were suddenly reversed. She had become the one being reminded and protected.

It was a long-forgotten feeling, both strange and familiar.

"Alright, we can go now."

"Okay," Fang Youqing said, keeping her expression neutral.

After collecting her thoughts, the two of them crossed the road and returned to the barbershop.

His hair had already been cut, and Zhao Wen Cheng was now getting his hair washed.

After it was toweled and blow-dried, Fang Youqing noticed that her son’s new haircut actually looked quite handsome.

"Should I style the kid’s hair for you? Give it some shape?" the stylist asked.

"Sure, go ahead and style it. I’d like to see how it looks."

Fang Youqing was someone who loved beauty and had a rather outgoing personality. She cared a lot about her son’s appearance, so with this opportunity, she naturally wanted to give it a try.

The stylist squeezed a bit of hair gel onto his hand, rubbed it evenly, and then tousled Zhao Wen Cheng’s hair a few times. It instantly took on the look of a spiky American-style cut.

"Could you do his too?" Fang Youning asked, looking at Chen Yuan.

"Oh, I don’t need it. My hair’s already cut, let’s not cause them any more trouble," Chen Yuan said.

"It’s no trouble at all. It’ll just take a second."

Fang Youqing was a member here, so doing such a small thing was nothing at all.

The stylist turned the chair around, so Chen Yuan couldn’t really refuse.

After he sat down, the stylist used a bit of gel and styled Chen Yuan’s hair.

Fang Youqing’s eyes lit up. Chen Yuan was already the ruggedly handsome type, and with the added enhancement of a hairstyle, he looked even more attractive.

’My sister really has good taste.’

Fang Youning felt the same way. She snuck several glances at Chen Yuan, completely smitten by his good looks.

After the haircuts were finished, Fang Youqing gave her membership number. The three adults and the child headed back, stopping on the way to buy two large bottles of soda to drink with their meal.

[You have completed a routine haircut with a child. Reward: 2,200 yuan in cash, a lottery card (Outdoor Sports, Professional-Grade).]

The sudden mission notification made Chen Yuan slow his pace.

’I’ve unintentionally completed another passive mission.’

’But the reward for this mission is pretty interesting.’

’There are many types of outdoor sports. I’ll probably draw one of them.’

’Draw!’ Chen Yuan said in his mind.

[Beginning lottery draw...]

[Lottery draw successful: Rewarded with Professional-Grade Rock Climbing Skills.]

The moment the notification vanished, the relevant experience and knowledge poured into his mind.

Rock climbing is divided into indoor and outdoor climbing, and there’s a pretty big difference between them. But regardless of the type, it’s a sport for the wealthy.

Soon, the three of them arrived back home.

"Oh, you even got matching haircuts."

Back home, seeing Zhao Wen Cheng’s new haircut, Aunt Liu picked the boy up and looked at him closely.

"The next time you two go out together, people are going to think you’re father and son."

The speaker was casual, but the listener took it to heart.

’I didn’t notice it during the haircut, but now that I look, it really does seem possible.’

’After all, their relationship was already mistaken when they were at the doctor’s office earlier.’

’I just wonder if he’ll be as handsome as Chen Yuan when he grows up.’

Still holding the child, Aunt Liu placed him in his high chair.

There were eight dishes on the table, a mix of meat and vegetables—an especially sumptuous spread.

"Dinner is ready. Come and eat."

"Okay."

Fang Youqing went back to her bedroom and changed into a set of pure cotton pajamas printed with a tiny rose pattern that created a polka-dot effect. Chen Yuan had seen similar homestyle outfits in Jiang Wanyi’s closet.

Fang Youning followed Aunt Liu to the kitchen to get bowls, chopsticks, and cups. Then she also went to change into pajamas. Even though she would have to leave soon, she wanted to be comfortable for as long as she could.

"Xiaoyuan, help yourself to whatever you want. Don’t be a stranger," Fang Youqing called out.

"Okay."

"Mommy, I want to eat a little more," Zhao Wen Cheng said, looking at his small plate.

"This is enough. You’re trying to regulate your stomach right now, so you can’t eat too much. Be good."

Fang Youqing spoke in a soft, gentle voice, soothing her son’s feelings. If it weren’t absolutely necessary, she, as his mother, would have wanted her child to eat more too.

"When you finish this, Mommy will get you some other little snacks."

"Can I have potato chips?"

"No, but you can have a bag of nuts."

"Okay!"

With the promise of a snack as a reward, Zhao Wen Cheng’s spirits lifted again.

He didn’t need anyone to manage him during meals; he was an incredibly enthusiastic eater. In this regard, he was much better than Mili.

"Son, eat a little slower..."

Zhao Wen Cheng turned a deaf ear and continued to chow down with his head lowered.

Fang Youqing didn’t say anything else. After all this time, she was used to it.

"Mommy, I’m done eating."

"Come here, let me wash your hands."

Fang Youqing took her son to the bathroom and washed his hands and mouth. Then she got a packet of "Daily Nuts" from the room, tore it open, and handed it to him.

"Mommy hasn’t finished eating yet. Go play by yourself for a while."

"Uncle, you have to eat faster."

Chen Yuan smiled and nodded. "Alright, I’ll come play with you as soon as I’m done."

With the child sent off to play, the adults sat at the table and continued their meal.

"Sis, didn’t you say you wanted to sign him up for a hobby class? Have you decided on what?" Fang Youning asked.

"The only things I could think of were basketball, soccer, and taekwondo, but Chen Yuan vetoed all of them. I’ve been looking recently, but nothing seems quite right for him."

"He’s still too young. Once he’s five or six, you should be able to sign him up for anything."

"That’s true. A lot of sports start at age five or six. He’s only two now, so many activities aren’t suitable for him."

Fang Youqing was also a bit worried. As a boy growing up without a father figure, surrounded entirely by women, she felt her son’s *yin* energy was getting a little too strong.

’So frustrating!’

Just then, Aunt Liu let out a scream, making the three of them jump.

"Chengcheng! What’s wrong!"