A Young Woman's Heart

After taking it off, you're basically naked.

However, there's no need to be so particular about trying on clothes; just try them on to see the general effect first.

He put on the dress quickly, and soon he emerged leisurely amidst his brother's anxious waiting.

This immediately caught Huang Zhengyang's eye.

"Oh dear, the skirt is still a bit big. No problem, we have smaller sizes available," the shopkeeper said with a light laugh.

Huang Yuxi, wearing a dress, twirled in front of her brother, tilting her head to look at him as if asking him, "How is it?"

"Very good, it would be even better if you changed into something that fits well."

"Are you wearing a bra underneath?" the shop owner asked suspiciously. Although she didn't know why the 'brother and sister' were communicating by writing on a whiteboard, she didn't ask any further questions to avoid offending others. "Would you like to try some of ours? They're the most suitable for young girls, probably the camisole style."

"Uh...uh..." Huang Zhengyang glanced at the wall, then quickly looked away. "Shall we give it a try?"

"How much is this dress?" Huang Yuxi asked about the price.

"It's not expensive, this dress is two hundred and eighty."

"Two hundred and eighty—?!" Huang Zhengyang's eyes widened in surprise, and he swallowed the rest of his words along with his saliva.

In his opinion, this is just a piece of clothing made from a simple cut of fabric, so why is it so expensive?

"Yes, it's already very cheap. It used to cost over four hundred."

"Uh..." Huang Zhengyang didn't believe the last sentence at all, "Can you make it cheaper?"

"It's really cheap, and it's imported!"

"Make it cheaper," Huang Zhengyang said dryly. "I could get a tailor to make it by hand from the same material and it wouldn't cost this much, let alone... uh, this is a product from a factory assembly line."

"It really can't be any cheaper."

"Then, brother, you don't want it anymore?"

"Uh..." Huang Zhengyang hesitated, worried that he wouldn't be able to find the same style again, because he really liked this one, and his younger brother looked good in it too. So, he struggled to make a final bargain, "Two hundred and eighty is fine, then you can give me a set of that...that...tank top as well."

"It really won't work."

"Never mind then." Huang Yuxi's attitude seemed quite firm, which made the boss waver a little.

"Okay, okay, then I'll give you another camisole set, is that alright? I really don't make any money."

"And I'll throw in another pair of white over-the-knee socks," Huang Yuxi added.

"Okay, okay... The little girl is so cute, I didn't expect her to be such a good bargainer. Oh well, I'll just not make any money."

"It's impossible not to make money, we'll just make a little less," Huang Zhengyang said with a sneer.

"The rent for a shop is not low either."

"Hahaha……"

"Here, this simple black bra should fit better. It's a halter top, and you'll need to tie a strap around your neck. And these are white over-the-knee socks. They should go well together. Let me find the smallest size so you can try it on again..."

Finally, when Huang Yuxi walked out wearing a well-fitting black sailor-style dress, Huang Zhengyang's Adam's apple trembled slightly.

In that instant, he didn't care how expensive it was; he just wanted to buy it quickly so his younger brother could wear it to the class reunion and show it off.

The white over-the-knee socks effectively concealed the fact that his legs were too thin. Just as black makes one look slimmer, white can make one look slightly heavier. However, this 'flaw' can be used in a special way, like now, turning into an advantage.

After putting on the bra, the bow tied at the back of his neck added to his cuteness. The only regret was that his hair was still too short; it would have looked even better if it were a bit longer.

"By the way, it would be best to pair it with round-toed leather shoes; they should sell them on the first floor," the shopkeeper said with a smile. "Are you satisfied?"

"It's alright... uh, pay up." Huang Zhengyang immediately took out his wallet, as if afraid the clothes would fly away. "By the way, Xiaoxi, you can just wear it like this, you don't need to take it off."

"Okay, then I'll help her pack the clothes she just changed out of into a takeout box."

"Wait, change first, otherwise you'll get it dirty. Go back and take a shower before changing into new clothes." Huang Yuxi held up the whiteboard in front of her brother.

"Ah, okay, then you can change..." Huang Zhengyang was a little disappointed because he wouldn't see his younger brother dressed as a woman until the evening when they actually set off for the class reunion.

"Okay... there are two hundred and eighty pairs in total, right?"

"correct."

"Here you go." Huang Zhengyang readily tossed out three hundred-yuan bills.

Huang Yuxi, however, felt a pang of regret for having spent so much money.

You should know that my brother's monthly salary is only eight or nine hundred, and he only gets close to a thousand when he gets a bonus.

This is already a third of the money. Fortunately, Huang Zhengyang has savings, so even if he spends a thousand yuan at once, he doesn't have to worry about living expenses.

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Chapter 77 The Importance of Wigs

Normally, Huang Zhengyang would be heartbroken if a shirt cost more than fifty yuan, but today he felt it was worth it. He felt his steps were much lighter as he carried the paper bag containing the new clothes.

Although he doesn't mind spending money on his younger brother, this is the first time he's been so generous with his money.

"It's so expensive." Huang Yuxi took her brother's hand and handed him the whiteboard.

"It's alright, it's alright."

"But my brother usually buys clothes for ten or five yuan."

"Haha, it's okay, it's fine if I dress casually, it's all for work anyway," Huang Zhengyang laughed. "Come on, let's go downstairs and buy some leather shoes."

As they were talking, Huang Yuxi stopped and pointed to a wig shop not far away.

"Uh... a wig... um... want to try it on?"

"Ah."

Stepping into this small wig shop, you'll find the owner, a middle-aged man, fast asleep in his chair, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The wigs here come in regular styles, other colors, and some more unique ones, like curly ones…

"Boss, boss?" Huang Zhengyang gently knocked on the counter.

The latter immediately woke up, wiped his mouth, and asked groggily, "What is it?"

"Um, do you sell wigs here?"

"Nonsense." The boss rolled his eyes at him, thinking this kid was just looking for trouble.

"Ah, no, no, what I meant was, uh... it's for a performance, because my sister has short hair, so I wanted to buy a long hair one."

"Oh, I see. You should have said so earlier. I not only sell wigs for balding middle-aged men, but also wigs for performances, though they are a bit more expensive."

"Uh, how much?"

"It depends on your needs. The cheaper ones are fifty, and the slightly better ones will be a hundred."

"One hundred..." Huang Zhengyang touched his wallet, feeling that he was about to bleed a lot for this boast.

There's no way around it; you have to keep bragging even if you're crying, otherwise you'll become the object of ridicule if your boast falls apart.

"These are all one hundred, and these are two hundred."

What's the difference?

"They're all real hair, the only difference is the quality of the workmanship."

"Oh..." Huang Zhengyang leaned over the cabinet and started looking at it, as did Huang Yuxi.

Unlike her brother's aimless browsing, Huang Yuxi made her selections with a purpose, hoping to find a wig that would suit the outfit she had just worn.

Soon, he found a slightly wavy long hairstyle that suited the sailor uniform perfectly.

It's not the most expensive one; it's the kind that costs one hundred.

"You want this?" the older brother asked, puzzled.

"Ah."

"You have a good eye. This one used to cost two hundred, but it's been sitting around for a while, so I'm selling it to you at a lower price."

"Boss, can you give me a discount?"

"Okay, eighty." The shopkeeper's promptness left Huang Zhengyang speechless for a moment, unsure whether he had gotten a good deal or overpaid.

"Uh……"

"What's up? I'm a straightforward person. I'll give you at least eighty. I need to make a profit too." The shopkeeper knocked on the counter. "Want it? If you do, I'll throw in a hairnet and a small wooden box for storing wigs."

"Uh, oh—let's give it a try then."

"Okay, I'll get it for you." The shopkeeper readily agreed and took out the wig. "If you want to try it on, you'll need a hairnet. Do you know how to use it?"

"Uh, I'm probably not very good at it. Could you teach me?"

"It's basically about tucking all the hair into a hairnet, mainly to keep it in place. It's easier for your sister since her hair is short, but if her hair is long, she'd have to put it up in a bun!"

If Huang Yuxi with short hair still had a bit of a boyish feel, then with her slightly wavy long hair, she was completely a gentle and lovely young girl.

Even without changing his clothes, the youthful aura he had before vanished instantly.

Huang Zhengyang looked at Huang Yuxi in the mirror and felt his face turn slightly red.

Because this slightly wavy long hair was exactly his type...

"This one will do!" He paid the money readily once again, and the shopkeeper carefully put the wig away, placed it in a bag, and handed it to him.

Next, it's time to buy some leather shoes.

These weren't particularly expensive; I bought a pair of pure black round-toed leather shoes for sixty-five yuan.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that these shoes were sold out in certain sizes.

These are size 34 shoes, so it's normal that they're not easy to sell.

After all, apart from children, even adult women rarely fit into shoes that small.

"That would be perfect!" Huang Zhengyang breathed a sigh of relief, full of confidence in his younger brother. "Go back, take a shower, and then wait for evening."

"My brother looks very excited."

"Cough, haha... that's because... uh, I can finally show off!" Huang Zhengyang clenched his fists, feeling like he was about to finally get his revenge.