Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

Chapter 1795: Chapter 1642: Stylist 18

Seeing Tao Shuangshuang arrive, Wang Ziqing looked very happy. Since Tao Shuangshuang had come quite early and there was still a long time before the dinner party started, Wang Ziqing wasn’t in a hurry to let Tao Shuangshuang work on her styling.

First, Wang Ziqing pulled Tao Shuangshuang to sit opposite her, had the housemaid prepare a lot of snacks on the small table, then smiled at Tao Shuangshuang and said, “It’s still early before evening, keep me company and chat for a bit first.”

Casually pouring a cup of coffee for Tao Shuangshuang, Wang Ziqing said in high spirits, “You know what, I’ve been in an especially good mood these last two days.”

Smiling as she took the coffee spoon that Wang Ziqing handed her, Tao Shuangshuang stirred the coffee in her cup. She could tell that today Wang Ziqing wanted to pour out some happy things to her.

So Tao Shuangshuang played along very cooperatively: “I can see that. As soon as I walked in I saw you, Sister Wang, glowing with happiness. Did something good happen?”

Resting her cheek on one hand, the smile on Wang Ziqing’s face couldn’t be contained. “It’s all because of your brother‑in‑law. These last couple of days, for some reason, he’s suddenly been super clingy.

The company finally isn’t that busy, and he’s fussing about wanting to travel with me. I’m not even prepared yet, and he’s insisting we go. Tell me, is he annoying or not?”

Though her mouth called him annoying, the expression on her face said something else entirely. And of course, Wang Ziqing knew why that husband of hers, who had already grown tired of her, suddenly had feelings for her again.

After so many years of marriage to her husband Lai Mingxing, Wang Ziqing had never realized that Lai Mingxing actually liked the kind of woman who was intellectual and elegant.

She had always thought that when Lai Mingxing married her back then, the type of woman he liked should have been her old style—that bright, glamorous Beauty look.

But after Tao Shuangshuang helped her change her styling last time, turning her into the elegant, intellectual type, Wang Ziqing noticed that the look in her husband Lai Mingxing’s eyes that evening was suddenly different.

In the past, Lai Mingxing hardly ever came home, and even when he did, he barely talked to Wang Ziqing, let alone tell her anything about what happened outside.

Yet that day, Lai Mingxing, for the first time ever, moved in close to Wang Ziqing, just like when he was first pursuing her, his attitude eager and warm.

After that, the couple started chatting, and in the midst of this conversation, Lai Mingxing was genuinely and pleasantly surprised by Wang Ziqing.

Previously, Lai Mingxing had no idea his wife understood so much and was so knowledgeable. Many of his views, Wang Ziqing could actually understand.

He even occasionally mentioned a few things from the business world, and unexpectedly, Wang Ziqing could follow up with a few comments of her own, with real insight—it wasn’t a case of pretending to know.

For a moment, it was as if Lai Mingxing got to know his wife all over again, once more feeling that flutter he’d had the first time he laid eyes on Wang Ziqing.

After that, Lai Mingxing couldn’t help sticking close to Wang Ziqing. The more time they spent together, the more he felt his wife was in tune with him. These past two days the couple had been inseparable, their relationship very sweet.

In fact, this was also because, in the past, Lai Mingxing had never thought about getting to know Wang Ziqing. His attitude toward her had always been perfunctory, so once he finally took the time to understand her, he was instantly dazzled.

Wang Ziqing herself had a very high level of education, a graduate from a well‑known university. After marrying into a rich family, she’d spent all these years of loneliness learning all sorts of things to pass the time, completely living up to the label of a knowledgeable woman.

Tao Shuangshuang really couldn’t relate to this mindset of changing one’s mood because of a man.

If Tao Shuangshuang were Wang Ziqing, back then she would never have given up her own career for a man, or rather, for marrying into a wealthy family.

If you envy the life of the rich, then work hard yourself and become rich.

Even if she got married, Tao Shuangshuang would never pin all her happiness and emotional ups and downs on a man.

If, as a husband, he dared to treat her coldly, Tao Shuangshuang would choose divorce, then go develop her own career or re‑enter the entertainment circle.

Unfortunately, Wang Ziqing wasn’t Tao Shuangshuang, and Tao Shuangshuang had no right to dictate Wang Ziqing’s thoughts. So she simply smiled and echoed Wang Ziqing, listening to her talk about this belated marital affection between her and Lai Mingxing.

Once Wang Ziqing had finally talked her fill, Tao Shuangshuang at last started on today’s work, styling Wang Ziqing.

Today, Wang Ziqing was wearing the black‑and‑white evening gown they’d picked out previously. Tao Shuangshuang put her hair up and began doing her makeup.

This time, the look Tao Shuangshuang created for Wang Ziqing was a bit heavier, with the ends of her brows drawn slightly upward, adding a hint of sharpness to her elegance—she now had something of a female powerhouse vibe.

In wealthy families, it’s not just the socialite Ladies in charge of diplomatic activities and the pampered heiresses who party all day; there are also truly capable top‑tier female powerhouses who run their own companies and do business. It was dealing with these women that would be best for Wang Ziqing.

But this kind of female powerhouse looks down on parasitic women who live off men. They prefer to appreciate women who are just as strong as they are.

Tao Shuangshuang had quite a good impression of Wang Ziqing. Although Wang Ziqing had once struggled in the entertainment circle and now lived in a wealthy circle, she didn’t have that aloof, superior attitude.

Previously, whether toward Jiang Jiali or toward Tao Shuangshuang—who, compared to Wang Ziqing, was a service worker from the bottom of society—her attitude had always been especially friendly, with not the slightest sense of condescension, more like dealing with a friend.

So Tao Shuangshuang wanted to give Wang Ziqing a helping hand, only right now she still couldn’t enter Wang Ziqing’s social circle.

The only thing Tao Shuangshuang could do was to use this kind of small method to tweak Wang Ziqing’s image and aura, hoping it might catch the eyes of those female powerhouses.

Wang Ziqing herself was no vase‑type woman; she was capable and absolutely wouldn’t find herself with nothing to talk about around those female powerhouses.

If one of those female powerhouses were to appreciate her because of this and be willing to become friends with Wang Ziqing, it would be more useful than all the Lady‑style socializing she did.

Of course, all Tao Shuangshuang could do was her part and leave the rest to God. Whether it worked would still depend on Wang Ziqing’s own luck.

After finishing the styling for Wang Ziqing, Tao Shuangshuang left.

Only when the driver who had picked up Tao Shuangshuang earlier dropped her off at her front door did Tao Shuangshuang receive the transfer notification from Wang Ziqing. This time, Wang Ziqing had directly transferred ten thousand yuan to Tao Shuangshuang as her styling fee—truly generous.

By not giving the money in person, it was clearly to prevent Tao Shuangshuang from refusing. So Tao Shuangshuang had no choice but to accept it.

Seeing that it was still early, she went to the nearby supermarket to buy some vegetables and meat before heading home to cook dinner.

The next morning, as soon as she arrived at the studio, Tao Shuangshuang was pulled aside by Zhou Wensheng, who said with a broad, happy grin, “Shuangshuang, your name is really getting out there. This time an assistant of a big stars called in, specifically asking for you to do her styling.

The appointment time is this afternoon. Get yourself ready and do your best. If you nail this, I guarantee you’ll have an endless stream of clients in the future.”

Zhou Wensheng’s attitude was extremely enthusiastic, and he deliberately didn’t mention the stars’s name, waiting for Tao Shuangshuang to ask.

Tao Shuangshuang just let out a startled “Ah,” feeling it was unbelievable. She was just a small stylist—how did a big stars with such good taste end up specifically requesting her for styling?