The next day.
The sky was cloudless for miles, with a slightly warm breeze.
As soon as he got up that morning, Dong Xuebin took a cab to Hufang Road to pick up his Cayenne, then drove toward the Beauty Center in North City while humming a tune.
The moment he pushed open the door, he saw Mom sitting in the lounge area with her back to him, talking on the phone.
"You're almost here? Then Xiao Bin and I will head over right away."
"Hehe, Xiao Bin is there too?"
"Mm, he's in Beijing on a business trip."
"All right, see you in a bit. Don't let Xiao Bin drive too fast. There's no rush."
After hanging up, Luan Xiaoping turned around and spotted her son. Smiling, she said, "Your Uncle Yang called. They're almost in the city."
Dong Xuebin played dumb. "Huh? Who are you?"
Luan Xiaoping glared at him. "Who do you think Mom is?"
"You're my mom?" Dong Xuebin exclaimed. "I didn't even recognize you! You look so beautiful today!"
"Stop fooling around, hehe..." Luan Xiaoping lowered her head to look in the mirror, seemingly quite pleased with herself as well.
Of course, he had recognized her. The two of them had depended on each other for so many years that Dong Xuebin would have recognized Luan Xiaoping even if she had covered her head. But she really was beautiful.
At that moment, Luan Xiaoping was wearing every piece of clothing and every pair of shoes Dong Xuebin had bought for her yesterday: a small blouse, a thin jacket, a light-colored skirt, fashionable high heels, and a bright red handbag hooked over her arm. With the necklace and earrings as embellishments, her entire bearing had risen at once. Her black-dyed hair, curled into large waves and