Chapter 59: I'm a Handsome Guy!
Aoi Kiriyama calmly observed Yuta, extending her hand to gently pinch his cheek. "What did you think you were coming here for?"
Yuta had suspected as much, and now, hearing Aoi's words confirmed it—she had brought him here because of his looks.
However, what concerned Yuta more was Aoi's current demeanor. She was not the same person who had called him "daddy" before. Now, she embodied the image of a sophisticated, elegant, and commanding "queen," exuding an air of noble confidence that felt electrifying.
Aoi dropped her hand and turned, walking towards the inner part of the salon. "Follow me."
Yuta breathed a sigh of relief and followed her past the other female staff members.
The main area of the salon was designed for nail treatments, with sofas for clients to relax and get their nails done. Along the corridor beside the main hall were several VIP rooms. After a short walk, Aoi led Yuta to a door labeled "Manager's Office."
Aoi retrieved a key from her small bag, unlocked the door, and entered.
Throughout their interaction, Aoi had not spoken much to Yuta, seemingly deeming it unnecessary.
Once inside, Yuta closed the door behind him and looked at Aoi, unsure of her intentions.
Aoi noticed Yuta standing still and coldly pointed to a makeup table. "Come over and sit down."
"Wait, what are you planning to do?" Yuta was unclear about Aoi's intentions. Even though she was Aoi Kiriyama, she seemed different from before.
Aoi glanced at Yuta, then turned her attention to organizing the items on the makeup table. "Although I didn't say anything, did you intentionally come looking so disheveled because you're dissatisfied with me? Come here and sit down. I'm going to do your makeup."
Aoi's frustration stemmed from seeing Yuta, who had always been so handsome and polished before, arriving today in such a casual and poorly groomed state. She felt it was important to address this.
Aoi valued appearance greatly, and while it wasn't the only thing she cared about, it certainly played a significant role in her affections. If Yuta weren't handsome, she wouldn't have taken an interest in him.
People who place high importance on appearance are more influenced by charm, whereas those like Sora, Miu, and Utaha, who liked Yuta for other reasons, were less affected by his looks. They only noticed he looked slightly better with a new hairstyle.
Yuta was prepared for this situation, knowing today was the day to put on a show. He didn't resist and sat down as directed.
Aoi meticulously adjusted Yuta's appearance, working on his makeup. However, after over two hours of effort, and with Yuta nearly falling asleep, Aoi still couldn't recreate the striking look she had hoped for.
She gazed at Yuta's reflection in the mirror, pondering what might be wrong. Despite her efforts, she couldn't achieve the same stunning effect as before. Yuta was handsome, but not as breathtaking as he used to be.
Just as Aoi was about to continue with the makeup, she heard a commotion of women arguing outside. Immediately, she set aside her tools.
"I'll go check it out. Stay here," Aoi said, as she quickly left the room.
Yuta had been sitting for two hours and was restless. As soon as Aoi left, he stood up, wiped his face with a nearby towel, and washed off the makeup.
"Making money is really hard…" Yuta sighed. If it weren't for needing the job, he wouldn't have let Aoi do his hair and makeup.
Hearing the argument outside growing louder, Yuta decided to check out what was happening.
As soon as he stepped out, he heard a woman in her thirties or forties shouting angrily. She was berating Aoi and the staff, her hand raised to show off red nail polish.
"Ms. Nakamura, I had already mentioned that red nail polish doesn't suit you, but you insisted…" one of the female staff members tried to explain quietly.
Ms. Nakamura glared at Aoi, fuming. "Is this the kind of quality your shop offers? I came here for a manicure! Whether it suits me or not should be up to you to decide, right? Since I've paid, you should make it right! Are you trying to shift the blame for your incompetence onto me? What foolish behavior!"
Aoi felt helpless. Ms. Nakamura's husband was a local politician with significant influence, and more troublesome, he was afraid of his wife.
"Mrs. Nakamura, we apologize for this mistake. We'll cover the costs and help remove the polish," Aoi offered, trying to defuse the situation before it escalated further.
But Mrs. Nakamura wasn't placated. She was not here to cause trouble, but she wasn't about to back down.
"Do you think this will be enough?" Mrs. Nakamura sneered, raising her hand to show her red nails. "I know you run this place, but you should also know that I run a law firm. If you don't fix this, I'll make sure you regret it."
Aoi clenched her fists, frustrated by the older woman's unreasonable demands, which seemed fueled by envy of her own beauty.
As Aoi pondered how to handle the situation, Yuta stepped forward.
Everyone turned to the only male in the store.
"Madam, please give me a chance to make things right. Let's just settle this matter here, okay?" Yuta addressed Mrs. Nakamura, noting that she looked quite elegant, with a refined air typical of an official's wife.
Mrs. Nakamura looked at Yuta with disdain. "Give you a chance? And who do you think you are?"
Yuta sighed, looked up, and smiled slightly. "I'm a handsome guy!"
In an instant, Mrs. Nakamura's eyes widened.
This…
This is…
A… a… a… handsome guy!!!
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