Translator: Polarbearadise

Wang Zhongding rushed to the dressing room and found Han Dong was really crying, and as the stylist described, he was crying quite miserably. Not only did the tears streamed down, but he also shouted "second uncle" at the top of his voice, leaving others at a loss.

(T/N: (二大爺 (Èr dàye) = second uncle)

In many places in the north, when the word "Ye" was read softly, it means one's father's elder brother, èr dàye that is èr bó. Because he knew Dong grew up in his second uncle's family, therefore, Wang Zhongding was not surprised.

(T/N: (二大爺 (Èr dàye) and 二伯 (èr bó) both mean second uncle)

"Could it be that he got his hair cut when he was a child, and that left a shadow?" Er Lei speculated.

Before Wang Zhongding could declare, he was hugged firmly by Han Dong who cried out "second uncle" very movingly.

The few people beside Han Dong was sweating for him, afraid "second uncle Wang" would wake him up with a fist. As a result, not only Wang Zhongding didn't push him away, he also stopped Er Lei when he came forward to pull Han Dong away.

After a long time, Han Dong finally calmed down.

Wang Zhongding slowly put Han Dong's head back to its original position, struggled for a moment in his heart, and finally made concessions, "Forget it, don't cut it, just do a simple fix."

Afraid of Han Dong would play tricks again, Wang Zhongding simply stayed and kept watch on him.

This was Wang Zhongding's first time "appear at the scene in person" to guide the work, which made the stylist feel more pressure, and they have to deal with two difficult masters at the same time. The degree of their hardship can be imagined.

"Cut the second layer of hair 1.3 millimeters shorter."

Beads of sweat oozed from the stylist's forehead, 1.3mm......exactly......how long is it?

It was not easy to grasp the measurement, they then heard Wang Zhongding said again on the side: "Six strands fell."

"Six strands fell?" The stylist couldn't comprehend.

"You didn't hold it firmly just now. Six strands of hair fell and mixed into the third layer."

Six strands......six strands......the stylist was instantly dumbfounded, which six strands?

Wang Zhongding couldn't watch anymore, so he reached out his hand, and asks for the comb and scissors in the stylist's hand.

"I'll do it."

The stylist was shocked instantly, you will do it? This......can you do it?

The stylist was not quite at ease, "We can assist you."

"No need, you guys standing here will just block the light."

The stylist and assistant had to leave, Er Lei also went back to finishing the chores, the dressing room only Han Dong and Wang Zhongding.

Wang Zhongding combed Han Dong's head of curly hair again, patiently combing from the hair root slowly to the tip. He found that Han Dong's hair was not curled like the hair of the Han nationality, but similar to that of Caucasians, with large, full, fluffy, and layered hair. However, it also has distinct personal characteristics. For example, most of the curly hair at the tip, while Han Dong's hair curls at the root with smooth hair tip. Therefore, the small rabbit's tail was very neat and round.

If you don't look at Han Dong's face, and looking at the back of his head alone is very cute.

"Second uncle." Han Dong called again.

Wang Zhongding's softened gaze was once again clouded with a layer of haze.

"Second Uncle." Han Dong called once again.

Wang Zhongding still ignored him.

As a result, Han Dong called for more than a dozen times in a row, each loud and clear.

"Second uncle! Second uncle!! Second uncle!!! Second uncle!!!!! Second......"

Wang Zhongding shouted coldly, "If you continue to be noisy, do you believe I will shave your hair?"

Han Dong changed to mutter in a low voice, just like a monk reciting sutras, "Second uncle, second uncle......"

Wang Zhongding finally knew why Han Dong's second uncle let someone else's house adopted him. With this kind of a troublemaker, who wouldn't want to kick him out of the house. How annoying!

After a long time and still hasn't received a response, Han Dong finally tired of repeating, and the murmur gradually replaced by snoring.

The fact has proved that the stylist has worried too much. Wang Zhongding not only can cut hair, but his movements were also very skillful as if he often does it daily. In particular, his technique was very accurate, the top and bottom of each layer were only different by a few, and the length is like measured by a ruler. Although it is curly hair, the trimmed lines were clear and smooth, and the layering feeling is distinct with a circular arc curl tied up just right, which is quite artistic.

Han Dong straightened neck drooped down, and his head soon hangs down.

Wang Zhongding saw a fine layer of fine hair on the back of Han Dong's neck, gathering from both ends to the middle, especially like the mane of some kind of animal. His fingers brushed over it, furry and inexplicably grunted: "Pig bristle."

Unexpectedly, this muttering was heard by Han Dong and he even laughed twice.

Wang Zhongding almost choked on the water, "Talking about you, and you still laughing?"

Han Dong fell silent again as if those sounds just now were snoring.

After more than ten minutes, Wang Zhongding finished. Just as he wants to clean the hair, he was firmly clung to by him.

"Second uncle, give me some money~"

Wang Zhongding almost wanted to kick him. I have to work overtime to cut your hair and also have pay you?

Han Dong continues to beg, his tone was especially pitiful.

"Second uncle, give me some money~"

Wang Zhongding grumpily replied, "We'll talk about it later."

Han Dong still didn't give up and went on and on.

"Second uncle, give me some money~~Second uncle, give me some money~~"

Wang Zhongding feels uncomfortable all over, he has no choice but to take out a few hundred yuan with a darkened and gave to Han Dong with a stiffened movement.

Han Dong got up quickly and walked towards the door after he got the money.

"You don't want to clean the hair? Don't look for me when your neck feels itchy." Wang Zhongding coldly warned.

Han Dong walks out the door without looking back.

Wang Zhongding went back to the office again because there were still some things to deal with. Also, he had a premonition that Han Dong would come back, so he stayed back for some time. Later he looked at the watch and it was almost four o'clock. It was unlikely that Han Dong would come back, so he tidied up his desk and took a bath. After finish cleaned up everything, he can finally have a good rest.

As a result, he had just lie down for three minutes, the damn doorbell rang.

Wang Zhongding walked to the door with a gloomy face and his blood pressure rose instantly.

Han Dong said vaguely: "My neck itches terribly."

"......"

Han Dong woke up the next morning and felt strange soreness around his neck and shoulders, especially when combing his hair. Fortunately, today's rabbit's tail is surprisingly stylish. In the past, there were always a few stray hairs falling out. Today, they are unusually neat and set off a more pointed and three-dimensional. Han Dong was cured in an instant.

At breakfast, Yu Ming seldom spoke.

"Have you finished your wooden bed?"

"The row of frames has already been cut, and the mortise and tenon will be made today."

Yu Ming added: "I see that there is still a lot of wood left."

"Don't worry, there will be no waste. I have planned for a long time. After finishing the bed, I will make a bath barrel. After finishing the barrel, I can also make a wooden basin. After finishing the wooden basin, I can also make a wooden bowl. After finishing the wooden bowl, I can also make a pair of wooden chopsticks. After finishing the wooden chopsticks, I can also make a box of toothpicks. Even if the leftover bits and pieces, I can still make arts and crafts out of it if I stick them together."

Although Yu Ming is not good at expressing, it can still be seen from his eyes that he really admires Han Dong's talent.

"I can also do a few handpieces, and then I will give it to anyone who is pleasing to the eye." Han Dong found Yu Ming looking at him, and immediately added with a smile, "Rest assured, you will get one."

Yu Ming didn't say anything, got up and went back to the room and brought a can.

Han Dong looked fixedly, isn't this the canned meat that I ate at Wang Zhongding? I've been thinking about this flavor for a long time, but I couldn't find it even after running around several supermarkets.

"Where did you buy it?" Han Dong hurriedly inquired.

"It wasn't brought, it was given by a friend."

"Then can you ask your friend where did he buy it?"

Yu Ming was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth," This is military canned food, not for sale."

It was not a surprise to Han Dong that Wang Zhongding eats special tributes, but Yu Ming's friends surprised Han Dong. Because he knows Yu Ming's family background, and Yu Ming is so bad at socializing, how did he know that kind of friend? In fact, if you think further, the fact that Yu Ming has entered this company doesn't make any sense, and moreover, he has lived an enjoyable and peaceful life (as befit a retiree) every day since he came......

"You aren't being kept by someone, right?" Han Dong suddenly asked.

There was no hint of surging waves in Yu Ming's eyes, but he still said in a cold and faint tone, "You are the one who being kept by someone."

Han Dong thinks about it and feels it's also right, who is being kept would stay in the room every day?

Unable to resist the temptation, Han Dong put his chopsticks into somebody else's cans and put a piece of twice-cooked pork in the mouth. Indeed it was this flavor, he chewed and chewed and unexpectedly have a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

"I dreamed of my second uncle last night." Han Dong said.

Yu Ming has always been a good listener because he never opens his mouth to interrupt others.

"When I was eight years old that year, my second uncle's family had another a little girl. The family already had two children, and they were going to let another family adopt me. I still remember it clearly. I went to bed that night and was woken up by my second uncle. He said he would cut my hair and deliver me cleanly and neatly to someone else's house. At that time, I cried and begged my second uncle, but he was still determined to send me away. Later I held onto my second uncle's leg and begged him to give me some money. Do you know how much he gave me? He touched his pocket for half a day before he took out five yuan. My heart......"

Yu Ming pointed to the money Han Dong fished out from his pocket: "Isn't that 500 yuan?"

"I was just making an analogy, and then I kept running with the five yuan, and my second uncle was chasing after me, I......eh?" Han Dong looked at the five red paper money in his hand, only to find that something was not right, "Where did this money come from?"

Yu Ming replied with his eyes: If you don't even know, how would I know?

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Hello everyone, I hope you all are doing well. 

I was thinking of maybe continuing this novel since I feel bad leaving you guys hanging, but I just found out that there is already another group who picked it up (it doesn't feel right if I just continue it while another group has picked it up) so this will be my last update for Feng Mang, I apologize. 

Here is the link: https://dandanmeintranslations.wordpress.com/feng-mang/

- For those who asked if I'm going to continue Golden Assistant, I thought of continuing it after my semester of college ended, but another group already picked it up so I won't be. You can find them by searching google. 

- For those who asked for a HE version of Deceive, the author didn't write a HE version, the HE version that I thought was written by the author, was actually a fanfiction. 

- As for the retranslation of chapters 1-68, I will let you all know, when I start posting it.

Lastly, I wish all the best of luck to you all and have a lovely day :).