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Leng Yichen walked steadily through the center of the venue, each step exuding an innate sense of control, as if the rhythm of the entire world should align with his pace.
Behind him followed a group of well-trained security personnel, clad in impeccably tailored black suits, their eagle-like gazes scanning the surroundings meticulously to ensure that nothing was amiss. To his left was Su Luobing, dressed in a form-fitting pure white dress—Ethan Lux's global ambassador for Smooth aesthetics and his nominal fiancée.
She linked her arm with Leng Yichen's, wearing a perfectly measured smile. Every gesture was elegant and noble, each step meticulously calculated to match Leng Yichen's stride flawlessly. There was not a single strand of hair out of place; her skin was porcelain-smooth and flawless, and her long black hair had received the finest care, each strand lying perfectly without a hint of disarray.
Her beauty was standardized, a perfect proportion sculpted with care, defined by global aesthetic trends as the epitome of sophistication.
However—
Leng Yichen had no interest in her at all.
He had never cared for this nominal fiancée. From the very beginning, this engagement was merely a business alliance, one of the many moves in his strategy to solidify his commercial empire. Su Luobing's willingness to court him and to craft their "perfect couple image" for the media was beneficial for his brand, and he didn’t mind letting her continue the charade.
But her beauty did not warrant his attention.
She was indeed beautiful, but her beauty… lacked soul.
Leng Yichen's standards of aesthetics far surpassed common imagination.
He was not an ordinary "hair enthusiast"; his obsession with Extreme Ultimate Hair Beauty had reached a level that transcended the mundane. What ordinary people saw as "smooth and flawless" appeared to him as monotonous and lifeless—a mere gelatinous mannequin. In his world, hair should be alive, flowing, a natural work of art akin to poetry and painting—not mechanically molded into some cold aesthetic standard.
Thus, no matter how much Su Luobing tried to win him over, his heart remained unmoved.
But this was of little importance to him.
Love? Indifference? Such questions were utterly irrelevant.
In his world, love had never existed and did not need to. This engagement, this union of commercial empires, was simply the best choice calculated after careful consideration—devoid of emotion, hesitation, or any unnecessary romantic fantasies.
He was Leng Yichen.
Everything he did never required a reason.
The two walked slowly, their black and white figures resembling a pair of intricately crafted artworks. People around them turned their heads, casting looks of awe and admiration.
Su Luobing gently tilted her head to glance at the man beside her.
Leng Yichen's handsome face, almost unearthly in its perfection, appeared even more three-dimensional and cold under the soft lighting. His deep-set features and perfect jawline seemed meticulously calculated, as if crafted by the hands of a creator. His gaze was deep and icy, his strides steady like a king on a royal procession, completely unaffected by the surrounding environment.
This man... was too perfect.
Su Luobing's heart raced slightly, unable to resist a charming smile. She leaned closer to him, lowering her voice deliberately to speak in a soft and intimate tone:
"Darling, look at these little stalls... none can compare to us; they really lack taste..."
Her tone carried a hint of disdain, and a flicker of pride crossed her eyes. For her, this Hair Care Summit was merely a tedious business gathering; she had no interest in those obscure brands because no matter how hard they struggled, they could never reach the heights of Ethan Lux.
She hoped Leng Yichen would agree with her, respond to her words, or even engage in a few exchanges with her—anything would do, even a cold reply.
However—
Leng Yichen merely responded with a faint "mm," his tone so indifferent it bordered on dismissive, not even sparing her a glance.
As if her words held no significance to him.
Su Luobing's smile faltered slightly, and she unconsciously furrowed her brow.
When had she ever been treated this way?
She was the "perfect goddess" in everyone's eyes; no one had ever overlooked her presence. Whether it was business tycoons or influential elites, they all marveled at her beauty and praised her grace when they saw her, even pursuing her with fervor. She was accustomed to being surrounded by admiration, worshipped as an unattainable dream.
But this man...
Leng Yichen showed no interest in her at all.
His indifference made her angry and frustrated, yet it also fueled her desire to conquer him even more.
Su Luobing bit her lip slightly, her nails gently tracing the hem of her dress, the feeling of unwillingness growing stronger in her heart.
“Leng Yichen... what will it take for you to truly look at me?”
She took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil within, and once again donned an elegant smile as she continued to stay by Leng Yichen's side, following closely behind him.
This game had only just begun for her.
Leng Yichen maintained his usual cold demeanor, his gaze casually sweeping over the surroundings. He had little interest in everything happening at the Hair Care Summit. To him, it was merely another market inspection, a routine task. He had seen countless brands and numerous entrepreneurs trying to catch his attention; everyone wanted to please him, hoping to earn his nod and carve out a share from Ethan Lux's empire.
However—
The commotion ahead in the crowd made him pause slightly.
His gaze pierced through the layers of onlookers, and at the center of the noise, he saw her—
A woman dressed in a pure white gown, like a goddess descending from the heavens.
She stood there quietly, without exaggerated movements or deliberate poses. Yet the surrounding lights seemed to swirl around her. Her aura was cold yet gentle, imbued with an indescribable sense of mystery, reminiscent of the Moon Goddess from ancient myths—isolated and ethereal.
However, what drew his attention was not just her beauty.
It was her hair.
It was a state that transcended the mundane, defying all logic.
Her long black hair flowed like the aurora under the lights, smooth, shimmering, and glossy. Each strand seemed to be imbued with life, gently swaying with the movement of the air. The way the light refracted through her hair and the sense of motion it conveyed were breathtakingly perfect.
However, what truly astonished Leng Yichen were the two braids resting on her shoulders.
They blended seamlessly with her black hair, resembling a masterful work of art—exquisite, delicate, and impossibly smooth. They were even more astonishing than any hairstyle worn by the daughters of the highest nobility.
What a perfect state of hair it was!
No matter how much all the hair care brands present emphasized their techniques or how many models they showcased, Leng Yichen had never seen such an extreme quality of hair. This was not merely a matter of care techniques; it was a subversion of the very essence of hair.
An unprecedented interest and curiosity quietly ignited deep within his indifferent heart.
He instinctively took a step forward, moving toward her.
Su Luobing noticed Leng Yichen's movement and frowned slightly. "Darling, where are you going?"
Leng Yichen did not respond or pause in his steps.
His gaze remained fixed on that figure, his frosty eyes rarely revealing a hint of scrutiny and inquiry.
"Who is this woman... really?"
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