It was already the dead of winter. Outside, bitter winds howled, while the villa's climate control system kept the inside as warm as spring.
Jiang Xun held a small mirror, staring mournfully at his smooth, completely bald head. Not a single blade of grass grew there-truly the depths of winter.
Jiang Huaijin passed by, saw Jiang Xun's miserable expression, and sat down beside him. "Stop looking. Staring won't make it grow."
Jiang Xun shot him a sharp look, a death glare.
Jiang Huaijin, Lin Jian, and Chu Xingye had all shaved their heads with him back then, but all three had long since grown their hair back. He was the only one still bald.
"I don't care. Shave your head again," Jiang Xun said.
This time, Jiang Huaijin refused. He stroked his thick, short hair. "Little brother, I have an image to maintain in front of my subordinates and your sister-in-law."
During the time he had gone to and from work bald, he had undoubtedly been the center of attention throughout the company.
Jiang Xun produced a pair of scissors from somewhere and smiled faintly at Jiang Huaijin. Without another word, he snipped toward his head.
Jiang Huaijin sprang off the sofa in terror. "Calm down, calm down!" He turned and ran as he spoke.
Jiang Xun chased after him, scissors in hand, looking thoroughly menacing.
"Stop running! Leave your hair behind!"
"Don't chase me! You haven't fully recovered yet. Don't run so fast!"
"For heaven's sake, be careful! Don't fall!"
Jiang Huaijin worried about both his poor hair and his sick younger brother.
Just then, Fu Yanli came downstairs. As though he had spotted a ray of hope, Jiang Huaijin hurried over and shouted, "Fu Yanli, get Jiang Xun under control!"
"Calling anyone won't help. I'm cutting your hair