Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  After the first day of training, she ran home and ruefully plunged straight into her man’s arms, who was working in his study room. With a troubled look, she asked, “What should I do, hubby? My new show demands me to cut my hair short. I’m done for this time! I don’t wanna have a short crop on my wedding day! I’ve been maintaining my long hair all this time!”


  Mu Yazhe was wallowing in the sweetness of her endearing term when he caught her complaint of cutting her hair. This was when he perked up his ears.

  “What kinda show requires you to cut your hair short?”


  “It’s a contemporary idol drama where I’m acting as a racing car driver.”


  The man turned his head to size her up suspiciously. “You? As a racing car driver?”


  “Yeah.”


  “It’s hard to imagine.”


  “Why?”


  “You don’t have guts for rough driving. You’ll get carsick whenever I drive a bit faster. I think you’ll just end up throwing up if you have to sit in a race car.”


  The protagonist looked shamefacedly to the ground.

  She shook him and emphasized in a troubled tone, “Hey, the gist of the matter here is: I won’t be able to keep my long hair for this role!”


  “No cutting.”


  “The character design stipulates that the heroine has short hair. The director doesn’t allow me to wear a wig, or else it’ll look too fake.”


  She was rather resistant against this proposal at that time, but her manager told her, “Shishi, remember: You’re an actress and you must adopt professional ethics. In any case, we’re not asking you to strip your clothes and run around naked.”


  “There’s no difference between wanting me to cut my hair and getting me to strip!” she exclaimed, adding thereafter, “I’ve never cut my hair short. What if I don’t look good in a short crop?”


  “How’s that possible? Your beauty is indisputable. If you wouldn’t look good in a short crop, then others would be too ugly to mention. Don’t say such things that others will hate you for!”


  “I……”—the actress pursed her lips with a woeful look on her face—”I’m about to do my matrimonial shoot; I’ll look funny in my wedding gown with a short crop!”


  Qin Zhou was optimistic, though. “That’s not a problem! Chairman Mu won’t mind; I’m sure of it.”


  “How do you know that?”


  “Even if you were to turn bald, you would still be his precious! He’d still take and kiss you as his own during the wedding.”


  His description befuddled the woman, though. She could not imagine herself wearing a short crop in her wedding gown on their grand day. Surely, that would be too jarring with the romantic atmosphere, would it not?

  “Many actresses are keeping short hair, too. They look better compared to when they’re keeping their hair long.”


  “At the very least, let me cut my hair after the wedding shoot, alright?”


  “Then, you’d better hurry and get it over and done with!” He waved his arms dramatically. He “I’m giving you an advanced approval for your leave. When do you plan to do the shoot? I’ll give you three days of vacation leave.”
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  She recomposed herself from her rumination to hear her husband telling her, “There’s nothing wrong with cutting your hair short.”


  “Will I look less feminine in a crop?”


  He turned his eyes to her breasts and shook his head with certainty. “Nope.”


  She followed his gaze and realized that he was staring at her chest. Feeling embarrassed and vexed, she covered his face with her palms to shield his leering eyes and commented, “Hey, I’m serious!”


  “I’m serious, too.” He suddenly held her waist and pulled her into his arms. Giving a perky kiss on her cheek, he said, “It’s alright. I won’t dislike you because you cut your hair short.”


  “But I dislike it.” She cupped his face forlornly and petulantly with her hands. “I’m sure I’ll look very ugly in a crop.”


  “Well, who told you to accept the script in the first place?”


  “Qin Zhou forced his wishes on me! He did it behind my back.”