Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Japan

Seeing that her daughter's face had been full of worry for the past few days, Ji Ruyan knew what the reason was.

"A daughter is like a tree that cannot be kept at home once she grows up..." Ji Ruyan finally understood the meaning of this saying.

However, there will be a painful period at the beginning, but it should get better after a while.

With that thought in mind, Ji Ruyan took out two tickets from the drawer and handed them to Liu Miaomiao.

Liu Miaomiao took the ticket from her mother, glanced at it, and froze: "What's this?"

"These are tickets to Huang Yujia's private music salon. She's having a music salon at the InterContinental Hotel in Preux this Saturday night. I managed to get them through connections with several friends."

Huang Yujia is a well-known musical prodigy and also the pianist she admires most, who was even once her goal to become.

Normally, Liu Miaomiao would have jumped up happily and hugged her mother, but the atmosphere between her and her mother was a little awkward, and she was at a loss for what to do, just holding the ticket blankly.

Ji Ruyan knew about Liu Miaomiao's inner conflict, so she didn't say much, but simply gently patted her daughter's head.

"Shall we go together tomorrow night?"

"Ah."

……

Su Xiaoqiang said "styling shop". Lu Mingfei originally thought it might be a place similar to a hair salon or beauty salon, but with a bigger storefront and more professional-looking hairdressers who might speak with a Hong Kong accent or a Japanese accent.

But to my surprise, the little fairy was really talking about just one shop. Not only was the storefront quite small, but the location was also quite hidden. The car drove around the alley several times before finally arriving at the tiny storefront.

"This styling salon is members-only and does not usually accept general customers."

Lu Mingfei followed Su Xiaoqiang inside and discovered that the space inside was actually quite large, and it seemed to have several floors.

The pretty receptionist greeted them with a smile. After Su Xiaoqiang swiped his membership card from his wallet, one of the receptionists led them into a private room.

As soon as Lu Mingfei finished washing his hair and sat down, the several exquisitely made-up and beautiful makeup artists who had been silently waiting by his side rushed over. The feeling of being surrounded by beauties made Lu Mingfei feel as if he had returned to the host club in Takamagahara.

They groped Lu Mingfei, their roles clearly defined: some were responsible for stripping off his clothes, some for putting a cloth around his neck, some were preparing the tools they would use later, and the rest took out something and roughly smeared it on his face and neck, like marinating chicken.

"Gently, gently..."

Lu Mingfei winced in pain. The little fairy, meanwhile, stood by, arms crossed, laughing gleefully. Her smug expression made Lu Mingfei momentarily wonder if she was playing a trick on him.

However, the rough application didn't last long. A few minutes later, he was put on a face mask, and then the hairstylist combed his hair from behind.

"What kind of hairstyle would you like, young man?" the pretty hairstylist asked Su Xiaoqiang.

The little fairy walked over, looked Lu Mingfei up and down, and then said a bunch of terms. Lu Mingfei recognized each word individually, but he couldn't understand them when they were put together.

The hairstylist nodded, and the silver scissors danced across the ends of his slightly longer hair.

His face is now wrapped up like a rice dumpling; who knows what kind of effeminate makeup he'll get later?

Looking at himself in the mirror, Lu Mingfei suddenly felt like he was opening a blind box. Whether he would get a god, a demon, or something else entirely depended on luck.

However, considering my experience as a host in Takamagahara, I doubt I would wear more exaggerated makeup than I did back then.

Su Xiaoqiang stood diagonally opposite him, her brows furrowed, making new requests to the stylist every now and then. It was remarkable that she could remember so many terms that Lu Mingfei couldn't understand.

After what seemed like an eternity, the stylist's performance finally came to an end. In the mirror, Lu Mingfei's hair had been cut short, permed, and dyed, then styled into a slicked-back look. His face was also given a suitable, light makeup application.

It has to be said that Xiaotiannv's aesthetic sense is indeed on point. She thought that Lu Mingfei had the temperament of an old British rogue, so she specially chose the "Preppy Chic" British collegiate style slicked-back hair that is most common among high school students in British aristocratic schools.

It neither makes him look too old, nor does it mask Lu Mingfei's youthful student demeanor; instead, it gives Lu Mingfei a kind of understated nobility.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Lu Mingfei thought that if he walked next to Angers with this appearance, people might believe him even if he said he was illegitimate.

"Not bad." The little fairy looked Lu Mingfei up and down, her eyes showing approval.

Surprisingly, this guy actually looks quite good after dressing up. Now, he probably wouldn't be inferior to Chu Zihang at all, right?

No, she might even be a bit more outstanding, after all, she's several centimeters taller than Chu Zihang.

“There’s a changing room over there.” Su Xiaoqiang snapped her fingers. “Change into that suit and come out so I can take a look. I’ll see if it suits you.”

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This chapter is now over 4000 words. I'll write another chapter at midnight and post it tomorrow noon.

Chapter 151 The Increasingly Strange Brotherhood

"Oh oh."

Lu Mingfei picked up the paper bag containing his suit from the sofa and, following Su Xiaoqiang's instructions, went into the dressing room next door.

As expected of a members-only styling studio, the dressing room is actually quite spacious; it could easily be mistaken for a small makeup room.

Lu Mingfei looked in the mirror, took off his coat and trousers, and then put on the expensive Kiton custom-made suit.

To be honest, the tailor Su Xiaoqiang found was really skilled. Lu Mingfei originally thought the suit fit him quite well, but after the tailor altered it, it became even more tailored. It was as if the suit was originally a custom-made piece for him.

The only thing that Lu Mingfei was a little uncomfortable with was...

"Damn, why does that person in the mirror look so flashy?"

Lu Mingfei covered his face, looking at that pert buttocks, never expecting that he would one day be able to compete with Caesar in flirting.

When Su Xiaoqiang came out of the dressing room in her suit, she was sitting on the sofa playing a matching game on her phone. She was typing away on the phone, the keys clattering loudly, creating the effect of a mechanical keyboard.

"I've changed." Lu Mingfei touched the fabric of his clothes. "Little Fairy, what do you think?"

"Finally changed, it took so long to change clothes."

Hearing Lu Mingfei's voice, Xiaotiannu raised her head as she spoke. But the moment she looked up, she suddenly froze.

She was confident in her judgment and always felt that the style she picked for Lu Mingfei would definitely suit the Kiton suit perfectly, so she was already mentally prepared for what Lu Mingfei would look like in the suit.

But when Su Xiaoqiang actually saw Lu Mingfei put on that suit and stand in front of her, she couldn't help but be stunned.

Lu Mingfei simply stood quietly in front of her, without striking any alluring poses like a model on stage, so theoretically there shouldn't have been any visual appeal.

However, Lu Mingfei's well-proportioned and slender body possessed a kind of reserved beauty, like a spring flower branch, and the suit that clung tightly to Lu Mingfei's muscle lines perfectly interpreted this restrained gentleness that belonged only to a young man.

In addition, the suit itself is made of a very story-rich Keshmallow wool fabric, which, combined with Lu Mingfei's often absent-minded eyes, gives off a sense of loneliness and sorrow, like falling cherry blossoms.

Su Xiaoqiang had seen the demeanor of an old British gentleman in Lu Mingfei more than once, but what was this strange combination of British and Japanese youthful aristocratic sentiment?

It's often said that a suit is a man's second face, and Su Xiaoqiang only realized what that meant today.

Su Xiaoqiang's heart pounded wildly. She'd known this guy for so long, but she'd never felt Lu Mingfei was as sexy as she was today. If she had to describe Lu Mingfei in one word, after much thought, only the word "charming" would fit perfectly.

Looking at the stunned Su Xiaoqiang, Lu Mingfei felt a strange sense of familiarity with her gaze. He seemed to have seen something similar in the eyes of the female VIPs in Takamagahara.

Although Lu Mingfei looked in the mirror before leaving the dressing room and thought the suit fit him quite well, it probably wasn't enough to make the little fairy swoon.

"Hey, little fairy!" Lu Mingfei waved in front of Su Xiaoqiang. "Is it because I'm too handsome and blinding you?"

"Pah! Don't be so narcissistic, okay? I'm just checking to see if you have any other flaws."

The little fairy wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue, like a girlfriend tidying up her boyfriend's clothes, pressing and smoothing the parts that Lu Mingfei couldn't see with her hands, but her flickering eyes couldn't hide her guilty conscience at this moment.

Ming, Mingming is just Lu Mingfei...

Could it be that Liu Miaomiao likes Lu Mingfei because she likes his looks?

It has to be said that both men and women are creatures who are attracted to beauty. Lu Mingfei's change of clothes made Su Xiaoqiang's imagination run wild.

To distract herself from her anxiety and thirst, Su Xiaoqiang, as if changing the subject, suggested that the club staff take them to choose a few more perfumes suitable for Lu Mingfei.

“They have samples of almost all the big-name perfumes on the market,” Su Xiaoqiang said. “Although the samples are usually only 5 or 10 milliliters, which is only enough for a few sprays, you only need to use them once tomorrow night anyway.”

Su Xiaoqiang didn't know if Lu Mingfei ever used perfume, but she had never smelled any perfume on him before, only the scent of shower gel. Judging from Lu Mingfei's usual carefree attitude, he probably wasn't used to perfume.

For someone who has never used perfume before, Bvlgari's Darjeeling Tea is definitely a safe bet. However, considering Lu Mingfei's melancholic and gentlemanly aura, Su Xiaoqiang felt that a woody fragrance would suit him better.

A woody fragrance...

"Try these first and see if they suit you."

As Su Xiaoqiang spoke, she handed several samples she had selected from the many available to Lu Mingfei.

Just as she was about to tell Lu Mingfei how to apply perfume, she noticed that after receiving the perfume sample, Lu Mingfei naturally sprayed the perfume on his wrist.

"I didn't realize, his movements are actually quite skillful." Su Xiaoqiang muttered softly.

"What?" Lu Mingfei didn't hear Su Xiaoqiang's words clearly.

"It's nothing, you can try it." Su Xiaoqiang waved her hand, her tone very displeased.

After trying several perfumes, and with Su Xiaoqiang's rigorous selection process, the two agreed that one Dior perfume was the most suitable for Lu Mingfei.

The main notes are sandalwood, musk, and woody fragrance, which is fresh but not pungent, and very suitable for Lu Mingfei's youthful and noble feeling.

Although this perfume is very common because it is known as the "woman-slaying fragrance", perfume is actually quite selective. The same perfume will have different effects on different people.

Su Xiaoqiang didn't expect that Lu Mingfei would actually be so good at using perfumes; among all the perfumes, this one, "the perfume that slays women," just happened to be the perfect match.

"Take off your clothes first, I'll fold them for you, then you can take them back. Remember to keep them safe," Su Xiaoqiang said.

Actually, Su Xiaoqiang wanted to take it back herself first, because she was afraid that Lu Mingfei would be too forward.

However, considering that the dress originally belonged to her father, and that it would be difficult to explain if her father saw it, she decided to let Lu Mingfei take it back himself.

Lu Mingfei raised his hand.

Su Xiaoqiang raised his eyes and said, "Yes."

"Can I take a shower tonight?" Lu Mingfei asked.

“Okay.” Su Xiaoqiang nodded. “Today we’re mainly here to pick out a style and give it a sample. We’ll come back tomorrow afternoon to do the styling again.”

"Row."

He was glad he could take a shower tonight; the greasy feeling on his head was really making him uncomfortable.

"By the way," Su Xiaoqiang said after looking Lu Mingfei up and down, "why don't you want to get an English name or something?"

"English name?" Lu Mingfei was taken aback.

I do have an English name, which Nono helped me choose when we went to the movie theater. After enrolling in Kassel College, I have been using this name ever since.

"Isn't a Chinese name good enough?" Lu Mingfei puffed out his chest. "I'm Chinese, and I'm proud of it!"

"I actually think Chinese names are quite good too."

It was rare for Su Xiaoqiang to agree with Lu Mingfei, "It's just that having a foreign name makes it easier to appease those stubborn old men and rich kids at the banquet... So do you have an English name? If not, I'll think of a Portuguese name for you now?"

Yes, there are.