Just like that, I was practically shown the door and kicked out of the young female CEO’s office. Under Manager Cheng Shun’s guidance, I rode the elevator up to the makeup room on the 12th floor—

“Tony! Time to work!”

Cheng Shun’s shout summoned a burly bald man whose head gleamed like a boiled egg. Bold crimson lipstick adorned his lips as he curiously sized me up—making me deeply uncomfortable.

“Oh my~ So this is the company’s new model? Such a fresh-faced little beauty with that short hair~” The giant fluttered delicate fingers and batted his lashes flirtatiously.

Ugh…

He hadn’t noticed I was a guy—even in a plain guy’s T-shirt and shorts. Probably mistook me for a flat-chested girl with androgynous styling.

Memories of being called “Miss” on the street flooded back—a cringey chapter of my life. A quiet wave of sorrow washed over me.

“Mm. New recruit. This is Tony, our senior hairstylist. Cooperate well,” Cheng Shun said, clearly addressing me.

Tony let out a crisp, tinkling laugh: “Oh-ho-ho~ Don’t be shy, little sister. Big Sister will make you absolutely gorgeous~”

What the hell is “Big Sister”?! You don’t look like any sister!

Cheng Shun barely suppressed a smirk. “Client request: ladylike style for the shoot. Short hair won’t work—we need a wig.”

Tony nodded confidently. “Relax! Big Sister’s a pro. This style? Done in seconds~”

I can’t take it! A muscular bald guy cooing like that—it’s making me physically queasy!

As I tried to bolt, Cheng Shun shoved me into the mirror-side chair and whispered, low and sharp: “Xi Xi, no tricks. Contract says: skip work once, pay twenty thousand.”

…

“And for Young Miss’s sake,” he added with a smug, in-control smile, “act enthusiastic. Or I’ll toss you right back to her office for… *special* guidance.”

Eh!

Panic surged. Sweating like an obedient elementary student, I shot up my hand: “Tony! I want long, straight black hair! Thank you! It’s my favorite!”

“Got it~” Tony chirped while sorting wigs, utterly clueless. “By the way, cutie, what’s your name?”

“I—”

Before I could speak, Cheng Shun straightened smoothly. “Xixi-chan. Her stage name now, right, Xixi-chan?”

“Mm-mm-mm! Yes, yes, yes!” I nodded like a rattle drum, terrified of being thrown back to that devilish girl.

“Hehe, such a shy little sister~” Tony’s long nails brushed my cheek gently, like caressing fine art. “Flawless skin—smoother than silk. Perfect face shape. An uncut gem. Close your eyes now… leave it to Big Sister~”

A bald giant calling himself “Big Sister”… Too drained to protest, I closed my eyes, resigned.

Blindfolded by darkness, I felt brushes glide across my face for fifteen minutes. Then—a soft weight settled on my head. Silky strands brushed my cheeks and neck.

“All done, little sister~ See if Big Sister’s work pleases you~”

At Tony’s cheerful prompt, I opened my eyes and stared blankly into the mirror—

A slightly pale, delicate face. Clean features. Expressive eyes that seemed to speak. Lips plump and fresh as a strawberry, subtly upturned.

The “girl” wasn’t stunning—but radiated pure, innocent charm. The kind a guy would want to protect. Like a long-time crush from class.

Even in a plain guy’s T-shirt and shorts, she glowed with natural freshness—like the sweet, shy classmate who greets you with a bright “Good morning~” every day.

I tilted my head. The sleek, straight hair—smooth as ramen noodles—flowed perfectly with me, utterly convincing. It framed my delicately made-up oval face, enhancing its gentle charm like a quietly blooming peony.

“…Selling you off might be more profitable. This caliber? Definitely fetches a good price…”

A muttered remark from behind.

I turned. Cheng Shun instantly snapped into a professional poker face. “Ahem. Excellent work, Tony. Xixi-chan—follow me to the photoshoot studio.”