Number One Zombie Wife Chapter 29

The employee and the receptionist hadn’t heard what Mu Yifan had uttered. Instead, they focused on the incoming customer and quickly flashed a bright smile. They greeted: “Miss Rong, long time no see.”

The woman in front lightly nodded her head. Acting all high and mighty, she repeated: “That private room is mine.”

The employee was in a difficult position. She eyed Mu Yifan who was standing next to her: “This….”

No matter what, this man came in first. To give the private room to someone who came afterwards broke protocol.

The receptionist stuttered: “This… This private room was originally reserved for Miss Rong.”

She looked at Mu Yifan who was dazed from staring at the beautiful woman and smiled even more brightly: “I believe this sir right here wouldn’t fight with Miss Rong. Sir, what do you say?”

Mu Yifan nodded his head like an idiot.

This Miss Rong actually looked a lot like his real life elder sister! If the setting and atmosphere weren’t right, he really wanted to run up to her and hug her.

The beautiful woman looked at the bandaged Mu Yifan and her eyes flashed with disgust. She then brushed her hair aside and let the employee guide her to the private room.

The two women behind her saw Mu Yifan staring silly-eyed at Miss Rong. They mocked: “If a grown man is doing his nails at a parlor, he’s probably either a pervert or transvest.i.te. If none of those, then he’s gay.”

“Just look at the gauze on his face. He must’ve wanted to become a woman but his surgery failed.” The two of them muttered as they followed Miss Rong.

Mu Yifan: ….

f.u.c.k!!! What the s.h.i.+t was this?!!

He had already given up his room so was there a need to verbally abuse him?!

The receptionist noticed that Mu Yifan was angry so she swiftly said: “Sir, we may no longer have private rooms but we can set you up a quiet corner and help you find the best beautician to do your nails.”

Mu Yifan looked at his grey-black nails, calmed down, and nodded.

The receptionist then called for a beautician to tend to Mu Yifan.

Sitting down at the station, he put down his shopping bags and explained: “I have melanonychia so I want to make them look like they’re normal. Normal as in people can’t tell that they’re this color.”

The beautician took a good look at his hands. His fingers were slim and long like a pianist’s. Unfortunately, his nails were so dark that they look like they were painted: “Sir, your nails are way too dark. If I use a transparent or light colored polish, it won’t be able to cover up this original color. But If I use an opaque dark color, it would look too obvious. Therefore, I suggest that you use fake nails. They’re more inconspicuous and can cover up the color. However, because your nails are originally grey-black, using nail glue and fake nails may damage them even more.”

Of course, having melanonychia was a lie. He wasn’t afraid of any damages so he directly responded: “Let’s just use the fake nails. Oh yeah, do my toes as well. Give me the same color.”

“Alright.” The beautifician first washed Mu Yifan’s hands with antibacterial soap and then soaked them in a tub of warm water to soften them up. Next, she used wet cotton to meticulously clean the nails. Lastly, she used tweezers to remove any splinters from his fingers and then a nail clipper to cut the ideal nail shape.

All went well until she began tr.i.m.m.i.n.g his nails. Part of the nail clipper’s cutting head had suddenly broken off.

“….” The beautician speechlessly looked at the broken head.

She embarra.s.singly smiled: “Sir, your nails are too hard.”

What the h.e.l.l?!!

The nail was so hard that it broke the clipper!

The strangest thing was that the nail wasn’t even thick so how how did it get this hard???

Mu Yifan awkwardly looked at her: “Do I need to pay you back for the damage?”

Honestly speaking, he also scared himself. He didn’t think that his nail would harden to this degree. It was probably related to the spring water.

Beautician: ….

She switched to the nail file but the nail file got sanded down. Meanwhile, the fingernail was still in its perfect condition. She didn’t know whether she was filing the fingernail with the nail file or was filing the nail file with the fingernail.

The beautician helplessly sighed: “Sir, let’s forget about the nail treatment. We’ll just directly tape the nails on there. How about it?”

Mu Yifan naturally agreed. He felt extremely embarra.s.sed after breaking so many of her tools.

Since she had given up the rest of the manicure treatment, the last part should be much easier for her.

Mu Yifan looked around him and saw that there weren’t many people nearby. He quietly asked: “Who was that Miss Rong from before?”

The beautician glanced at Mu Yifan and lowered her voice: “She’s the daughter of the president of Rong Corporation.”

Mu Yifan widened his eyes in astonishment: “She’s Rong Xue?”

s.h.i.+t!!!

This female character looked exactly like his elder sister.

But why was this female character in the novel so vastly different than the one in real life?

For example, in real life, his sister was about to get married with his childhood friend, Zhan Beitian. In his novel, they were enemies.

No. Actually, the female character liked the male lead but the male lead was extremely disgusted by her. Accurately speaking, he abhorred her. The reason was that in his past life, she liked the male lead but the male lead only had feelings for the female lead. As a result, because of love turned to hate, she teamed up with the zombie king and used the female lead to trick the male lead, causing him to nearly lose his life.

The beautician quickly shushed him: “Not everyone has the right to call Miss Rong by her name. Besides, Miss Rong has very high standards. She’s not interested in average men.”

She said this to imply to Mu Yifan that Miss Rong won’t like him one bit.

Mu Yifan understood her underlying meaning and rolled his eyes.

Even if Rong Xue liked him, there was no way that he would be interested in someone who looked like his sister.

The beautician spent half an hour and finally finished all his nails: “Sir, take a look. Are you satisfied?”

Mu Yifan happily looked at them. If not carefully looked at, one couldn’t tell that he was wearing fake nails. The color was almost like of a normal person’s, except that it was more obvious with his toenails. They looked like they had nail polish on them.

Nevertheless, it wasn’t a problem. As long as he wore socks and shoes, the male lead wouldn’t look at his toenails.

“When will they begin to lift?”

The beautician replied, “They’ll lift in about two weeks. Sir, you can buy some nail glue in case that happens. You can stick them straight back.”

Mu Yifan bought a bottle of glue and nail polish, paid his bill, and left.

While waiting for the elevator, Rong Xue and her two friends had just walked out.

“Rong Xue, it’s almost one in the noon. Where should we eat for lunch?” One of her friends asked.

Rong Xue pondered: “There’s a French restaurant nearby. Let’s go there.”

After hearing them speak, Mu Yifan’s ears instantly perked up.

French restaurant?

Wasn’t the male lead and the two firearms dealers having a meal at that French restaurant too?

That was right.

According to the story line, just when he was ready to leave the restaurant after negotiating the deal, he met this female character and from that moment, the female character started liking the male lead.

Mu Yifan thought about it and decided to follow the female character. Perhaps, he might be able to b.u.mp into the male lead.

Then, he could use the opportunity to latch onto the male lead and then foster their relations.h.i.+p.

After all, one week had pa.s.sed since he had transmigrated into his own novel. The apocalypse was getting closer but to the male lead, he was still some stranger whom the male lead had just met.

What made his head hurt even more was that the male lead still called him ‘Mr. Mu’. It made him feel distant. Therefore, he needed to act fast.

Rong Xue and her two friends saw the man by the elevator and instantly shut their mouths.

Her two friends looked at Mu Yifan with disdain, coldly snorted a ‘hmph’, and walked into the elevator.

As if he didn’t see their contempt, he picked up his shopping bags and followed them inside, ready to leave the shopping mall.

One of Rong Xue’s friends discovered Mu Yifan behind them and hurriedly spoke: “Rong Xue, that pervert is following us.”

Rong Xue and the other friend turned their heads and saw a sharp-eyed Mu Yifan treading behind them.

When they walked fast, he walked fast. When they slowed down, he also slowed down. Clearly, he was stalking them.

“The French restaurant is just ahead. They have security guards there.” The other friend quietly said.

They quickened their pace and ran into the restaurant. They frantically told the guards: “That pervert’s following us! YEAH, HIM!!! The one with the bandaged face!”

They all pointed fingers and screamed at Mu Yifan just when he was about to enter through the doors.

The two security guards became alert and walked out to bar Mu Yifan from entering.

Mu Yifan warily looked at them: “What’s wrong? This restaurant’s not open?”

He peered through the windows by the side and saw that inside was crowded.

“Sir, someone said that you are stalking them.”

Mu Yifan was stunned. He unhappily responded: “Stalk who?!! I came here to eat!”

He walked around the two guards and headed for inside. Unexpectedly, he got barred again.

Mu Yifan angrily exclaimed: “ARE YOU NOT OPEN FOR BUSINESS?!!”

If it wasn’t for the sake of seeing the male lead, he would have already gone to another restaurant.

Mu Yifan once again walked around them. Just when he was about to open the doors, all of a sudden, Rong Xue and her friends shrieked with shock: “HE’S ENTERING!!! HE’S ENTERING!!!”

The guards heard the screams of the three female customers. They then swiftly arrested Mu Yifan with his two hands held behind his back.

“AAAAH!!! HURTS! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!” Mu Yifan suddenly hollered: “IS THIS HOW YOU TREAT A CUSTOMER?!!”

The security guard coolly replied: “Sorry, we do not welcome you here.”

“YOU….”

“Mr. Mu?” A low voice sounded from beyond the door.