Xi Jing changed his clothes and came out from behind the curtain. Perhaps due to nervousness, his body was slightly hunched.

Originally thin and frail, his figure now looked even more slender and fragile.

He was wearing a simple sweatshirt on top, and jeans on the bottom, with pant legs that seemed a bit too long.

Chuzheng had doubts that this little guy had lied about his age.

But considering the environment he lived in, it was likely due to malnutrition. With proper care, he should grow well.

With a change of clothes, Xi Jing looked more spirited.

Chuzheng went over to adjust the hood on the back of his sweatshirt, and then took the opportunity to ruffle his hair, which indeed was very soft.

Xi Jing didn’t dare move, bowing his head to hide the unnatural blush on his face.

"Try another outfit."

Xi Jing was speechless: "Try... another one?"

"Need my help?"

"..."

As if being chased, Xi Jing quickly grabbed the clothes and went back behind the curtain.

After trying several outfits back and forth, Chuzheng selected a few good ones and had the shopkeeper wrap them up.

"These things are so expensive..." Xi Jing tugged at Chuzheng’s sleeve, looking anxious.

Chuzheng raised her hand and patted his head, saying as she did, "You saving me is worth more than these."

"But..."

Chuzheng didn’t give him a chance to speak, directly paid, and left.

"Carry these."

Xi Jing was handed several bags and hurriedly got hold of them.

The outfit Xi Jing wore earlier was discarded; now he had on a simple T-shirt and casual pants... Hmm, he still needed a pair of shoes.

Chuzheng led Xi Jing to pick out shoes; given the little guy’s condition, Chuzheng didn’t need to ask for his opinion, instead directed the store clerk to bring shoes for him to try.

Xi Jing was led in circles, his small face blushing red.

"Is he your brother? He’s so handsome!" one sales clerk remarked as she looked at Xi Jing, her eyes filled with maternal love.

"No." Chuzheng didn’t want to talk more about it, pointing to another rack of shoes to divert the clerk’s attention: "Try those ones."

The clerk responded and quickly went over.

Apparently, Chuzheng was displeased with this store’s selection, so she only picked out one pair.

The newly refreshed child looked entirely different.

Chuzheng brushed his hair: "Your hair is a bit long; let’s cut it later."

The child stood bewildered, with clear eyes and a handsome face softened by youth, looking unexpectedly cute.

Chuzheng tugged at Xi Jing’s shirt, tucking a corner of the hem into his pants, further altering his aura.

Previously appearing like a child wearing his older brother’s clothes, now he exuded a hint of charming confidence.

Chuzheng, satisfied, ruffled his hair quickly: "Alright, let’s go."

Chuzheng went nearby and bought a lot of things, with Xi Jing carrying the bags, following behind.

Chuzheng gave Xi Jing a complete makeover, from inside out, without missing the intimate apparel.

Throughout the process, Xi Jing’s ears were red; wanting to refuse, but unable to under Chuzheng’s domineering demeanor.

Chuzheng bought Xi Jing a cup of milk tea, spent the last bit of money, and relaxed.

Chuzheng handed over the bags and let Xi Jing sip on the milk tea: "Is it good?"

Xi Jing nodded obediently, then instinctively offered the milk tea to Chuzheng, wanting to share.

Suddenly he remembered he had drunk from it, hastily withdrawing it.

Chuzheng held his wrist, leaned down to sip through the straw, then casually patted his head: "I’ll buy it for you every day from now on."

Xi Jing was still surprised by Chuzheng’s earlier actions; hearing her words, he remained reactive only with his cheeks turning even redder, making him look cuter.

[Milk tea makes girls gain weight.] King’s Account cheekily chimed in.

If you don’t speak, no one will mistake you for a mute.

[Main task: Spend ten thousand bucks within an hour.] Providing service with a smile, it calms down, restraining from antagonizing the sister, and sends out a task before closing its mouth. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Chuzheng: "..."

Chuzheng felt a shift in her aura, Xi Jing sensitively noticed, and he tensed up, unsure of what he’d done wrong to upset her.

But Chuzheng didn’t lash out at him; she merely took his hand and continued forward.

Xi Jing stealthily glanced at Chuzheng with his eyes.

"Why are you peeking at me?"

Xi Jing immediately lowered his head, biting on the straw, only to suddenly remember that Chuzheng had just drunk from it, his neck turning an even tint of pink.

-

Chuzheng found a nearby appliance store and bought some essential household items to be delivered over.

After spending ten thousand bucks, Chuzheng took Xi Jing for a haircut.

"How would you like it cut?" Tony Teacher asked Xi Jing.

Seated nervously in the chair, Xi Jing instinctively looked at Chuzheng.

Tony Teacher was surprised by Xi Jing’s appearance; with such looks, he could be a little star, feeling tempted to recommend a unique hairstyle for him.

But alas, Chuzheng intervened: "Trim this side, and cut the rest short."

Not leaving room for creativity, Tony Teacher visibly disappointed: "Just this?"

"Just this." Chuzheng stared him down: "No random cuts."

Even though Xi Jing looked good, he’d likely suit any style, but being young, elaborate hairstyles were unsuitable - neat and simple was best.

"Alright then."

Tony Teacher reluctantly cut as Chuzheng instructed, with the overgrown hair falling, Xi Jing’s face gradually emerging in the mirror.

Both passersby and store clerks couldn’t help but sneak a few extra glances through the mirror.

After the haircut, Xi Jing seemed even more lively.

If not for the malnourished thinness and pallor, he’d be mistaken for a pampered young master.

Chuzheng, satisfied, paid the bill and took Xi Jing home.

Chuzheng moved swiftly, and by the time they returned to where Xi Jing lived, it was only noon.

"I... I’ll cook." Upon returning, Xi Jing immediately began tidying up to start cooking.

Chuzheng initially planned to eat out but seeing Xi Jing like that, decided otherwise.

Xi Jing opened the bag of rice and froze in place.

"What’s wrong?" Chuzheng walked over and glanced at the bag with only a few grains of rice left, silently handed him money: "Go buy some."

The child awkwardly apologized: "I-I’m sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Chuzheng found it amusing: "Hurry up, I’m hungry."

Xi Jing responded, took the money, and quickly ran out: "I’ll be back soon."

The market wasn’t far, and Xi Jing indeed returned quickly, carrying a small bag of rice and a few other groceries.

He handed the leftover money back to Chuzheng.

"Keep it, I’ll need your help for a while," she said.

"..."

Xi Jing pursed his lips, slowly slipping the money away, carefully putting it aside before proceeding to prepare lunch.

Sitting beside, Chuzheng pondered how to retrieve the original character’s medium and regain her identity.

The time left dwindling as the morning progressed.

Xi Jing worked quickly, and in half an hour, the meal and dishes were served on the small table.

His cooking was pretty good, despite being simple dishes, the taste was enjoyable.

Xi Jing ate in small bites, hardly touching the dishes, keeping his head down to eat.