The Transformed Young Master

Half an hour later. In front of the bedroom vanity.

“Do you want it all dyed black?”

“Yes, and trim my bangs shorter. They’re covering my eyes.”

“Young Master Jian, you have such good features. Actually, this color suits you quite well—”

“No! I don’t like this color anymore. Dye it back quickly. I don’t want to have a ‘green grassland’ on my head.”

The stylist, who had come to the villa to cut Jian Ye’s hair, couldn’t help but chuckle. Without further ado, they began to follow Jian Ye’s instructions.

They started by cutting Jian Ye’s hair. As the thick, overgrown bangs were trimmed away, the young man’s naturally bright and clear eyes were fully revealed.

This made his features appear even more delicate and vibrant than before.

“Beautiful!” the stylist exclaimed. “I take back what I said earlier. This style truly suits you better now. Your eyes were born to be exposed, to be seen by everyone.”

Jian Ye offered a faint smile.

‘Remove the green, and you’ll find it even more wonderful.’

Even before transmigrating, Jian Ye understood how to leverage his good looks to seize every opportunity.

He knew how to maximize the strengths of his features, highlighting his advantages and concealing any flaws.

Although the original host’s face was similar to his own previous one, it was even more refined, offering a visually stunning impression.

Jian Ye, for his part, simply couldn’t comprehend how the original host had squandered such a winning hand.

While ordinary people often scoffed, saying, “What’s the use of a mere pretty face?” Jian Ye longed to tell them that being attractive had countless benefits.

Everyone appreciates beauty. Who wouldn’t prefer to interact with attractive people? It’s pleasing to the eye and the most effective way to charm others.

Jian Ye’s face wasn’t suited for an overly seductive style; it was perfect for the innocent ‘white lotus’ type.

The dyeing process took some time, during which Jian Ye dozed off.

When he opened his eyes again, the green tint in the mirror had finally vanished.

A head of fluffy, jet-black soft hair neatly framed his exquisite features.

Jian Ye naturally had a slight wave to his hair, with the ends curling gently against his jade-like, snowy neck, looking utterly playful.

“Done! This style is great. I love it.”

Jian Ye lifted a hand to brush his short, choppy bangs, then smiled at his reflection in the mirror.

The stylist was equally stunned by the transformed Jian Ye, almost losing their composure.

This was likely the most handsome client they had ever had, even more dazzling than the big stars on television.

“Young Master Jian, you are naturally beautiful. If you’re satisfied with my work, I hope you’ll choose me again next time. I would be especially happy to serve you.”

The stylist chose only the most flattering words to praise him, feeling that the redesigned Jian Ye was a true work of art.

“Alright, thank you. From now on, for a haircut—uh, for styling, I’ll trouble you.”

Jian Ye was accustomed to speaking boldly. He suddenly remembered that his current persona should be more refined, his words more subtle. He quickly shifted his tone and adjusted his demeanor.

After the grateful stylist departed, Jian Ye found Butler Zhang and borrowed a shirt that would fit him.

He adamantly refused to touch the original host’s clothes again. He planned to go on a major shopping spree himself and explore this so-called alternate world.

Fortunately, the original host still held the status of a young master, ensuring he had no shortage of money for daily expenses.

“Young Master, are you sure you don’t need a driver to take you?”

At the door, Butler Zhang asked with a solicitous, almost parental concern.

“No need. I’ll be back by the time I need to be, don’t worry.”

Wearing a white shirt a size too big for him, Jian Ye waved his hand and left with a flourish.

He walked onto a bustling main street, gazing up at the familiar logos of classic luxury brands that had also existed in his previous world.

Fendi, Gucci, Chanel, Versace, Hermès, Dior…

Jian Ye pondered for a moment, then turned and entered an unnamed small shop at the alley entrance, which was currently holding a clearance sale.

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“Don’t walk past, don’t miss out! Men’s hoodies, 199 for any two, take them home!”

“All shirts only 88! Wear them and prosper all the way!”

“Current season’s trendy styles, all half price! Quality is no less than major brands, so you can buy with peace of mind and wear with confidence!”

“Off-season T-shirts and short sleeves, a 70% discount is enough! Last fifty pieces, hurry and grab them!”

“Our store is having a clearance sale today! A huge clearance sale!”

At the entrance, a lean man shouted into a megaphone, each sales pitch unique.

As the young master of the Jian family, even if he wasn’t favored, he certainly wasn’t short on money. The inheritance left by his parents was enough for Jian Ye to live comfortably for a lifetime.

But why pass up a bargain? Jian Ye had never been averse to street market goods or discounted online finds; some even offered incredible value for money.

They looked far more normal than the original host’s previous four- or five-figure outfits.

Jian Ye had no desire for ostentation. Clothes just needed to be comfortable and sufficient. He wasn’t a model, so he didn’t need to chase trends he didn’t understand.

He entered the shop briskly and quickly picked out several simple hoodies, shirts, and trousers. Since they were cheap, he might as well buy some off-season short-sleeved shirts too.

Jian Ye felt the quality of the clothes; they seemed quite good. Indeed, as the boss claimed, they weren’t inferior to some major brands.

He bought over ten items in one go and decisively swiped his card.

The boss, seeing a major customer, personally packed Jian Ye’s purchases.

“Little friend, are you going to high school in another city? Buying so many clothes? If you like our store’s items, come visit often in the future! I’ll give you a discount!”

‘Little…’

“Boss, I’m a freshman in college,” Jian Ye said helplessly.

The boss exclaimed, “Oh, you’re already in university? I can’t tell! You look like you just started high school! You’re such a youthful-looking kid! Hahaha!”

Jian Ye: “…”

His face was indeed overly youthful, easily leading to misunderstandings. After dyeing his hair black, he looked even younger.

“Boss, I’ll change into an outfit here and wear it out. Please try to pack the rest into one paper bag for me.”

“Alright! No problem! Too many bags are hard to carry. I’ll get you the biggest one!”

“Thank you, boss.”

Jian Ye took a pure white hoodie and a pair of fresh, light blue jeans into the fitting room. He finally swapped out Butler Zhang’s oversized shirt.

When he emerged and looked in the mirror, people nearby all commented on how good he looked.

“This kid looks so handsome in that! Boss, get me an identical set! I’ll take it for my son!”

“I want one too! Are there any more? A universal size is fine!”

The boss, seeing that Jian Ye had indirectly advertised for him, was overjoyed. His attitude towards Jian Ye became even more exceptionally good.

This young man was his lucky charm today—handsome, polite, supporting his business, and attracting more customers.

[Ding—Detected green tea element! Green Tea Value +5.]

Jian Ye paused.

[Jian Ye: I don’t think I said anything ‘tea-like’?]

[System 748: It’s the host’s image that has become ‘tea-like’. The system detected positive emotional fluctuations from those around you because of the host, so it also counts towards Green Tea Value!]

[Jian Ye: That counts too? Wonderful, then I’ll dress in this style from now on.]

‘Isn’t it just about being an innocent ‘white lotus’? I’m good at that.’

Jian Ye left the store with his shopping bag and continued to browse. As he turned a corner, a group of flamboyantly dressed young people approached.

They were truly flamboyant; Jian Ye wasn’t exaggerating. Reds, blues, oranges, purples, blacks, yellows, pinks—they had it all, like a peacock fanning its tail.

There was just no green, which felt a bit lacking. If he had encountered them in the original host’s former appearance, the set would have been complete.

But the current Jian Ye was a transformed Jian Ye, naturally out of place among this uniquely styled group. He had no interest in subculture fashion. After a quick glance, he averted his eyes.

Just as he intended to walk around them, this ‘rainbow’ blocked his path, standing side-by-side.

Jian Ye slowly formed a question mark in his mind.

‘They don’t look friendly. Are they muggers?’

[System 748: The one in the middle, wearing the black studded leather jacket, is your ex-boyfriend.]

[Jian Ye: Nani? Correction, not my ex-boyfriend, but the original host’s ex-boyfriend.]

‘So he’s Yu Wei? What a small world.’

‘He looks pretty average, not even as good-looking as me. There’s an oily aura about him. How did the original host fall for a man like this?’

Before Jian Ye could speak, a red-haired guy on the opposite side opened his mouth with a smirk.

“Yo? Who’s this?”

A yellow-haired guy followed, “Isn’t this Jian Ye, who loved our Brother Wei to death?”

A blue-haired guy chuckled, a hint of greed in his eyes, “What? Brother Wei dumped you, so you changed your whole look? Don’t tell me, like this… it actually has a different kind of charm.”

Jian Ye frowned; their gazes made him feel somewhat disgusted.

Ignoring their sneers, Jian Ye directed his attention to the scoundrel standing in the center.

The scoundrel was also scrutinizing him.

This was Yu Wei’s first meeting with Jian Ye since their breakup, and Yu Wei hadn’t expected to run into him on the street.

When Jian Ye was with him, he was quite a homebody, always ordering clothes online and never going out alone to shop.

Moreover…

Judging by what he was wearing and what he had bought, they were all cheap, unbranded goods. This would have been absolutely impossible for Jian Ye in the past.

Yu Wei wasn’t aware of Jian Ye’s family background. After they got together, Jian Ye was always very generous with him, sending trendy brands and luxury items every week.

Yu Wei’s family was also well-off, and he was already accustomed to such luxuries, but if a fool was willing to give them, he saw no reason not to accept.

Yu Wei simply assumed Jian Ye’s family had some money. Now, Jian Ye stood before him wearing a hoodie and jeans that cost a few dozen yuan.

‘After their breakup, did Jian Ye’s family go bankrupt? How did he fall so far?’

‘Was their encounter today a coincidence, or had Jian Ye planned it?’

Yu Wei frowned slightly. He knew how unwilling Jian Ye had been when he broke up with him recently.

Jian Ye had cried heartbrokenly on the phone, begging him not to leave. Yu Wei detested such clinginess.

He preferred someone docile yet sensible, ideally someone he could summon and dismiss at will. It had only been a brief novelty, a fleeting dalliance. When Jian Ye put on a show of deep, uncontrollable emotion, Yu Wei instantly felt constrained and bored.

“Jian Ye, we’ve already broken up. Even if you track me here, it won’t change that outcome,” Yu Wei said earnestly to the pale young man before him.

A small pink-haired guy beside him immediately latched onto Yu Wei’s arm. “Besides, I’m Brother Wei’s boyfriend now, Jian Ye. If you have any shame, just get lost right now. Look at your shabby appearance; your family probably kicked you out, didn’t they?”

“Do you really think you’re still worthy of being with Brother Wei?”

[Jian Ye: Dog! He moved on so fast. This new lover looks like damaged goods too.]

[System 748: Host, aren’t you angry that they’re insulting you?]

[Jian Ye: Not angry. Why should I be angry when Green Tea Value is being delivered right to my doorstep? I’ll let them curse first. Once they’ve cursed enough, I’ll harvest it all at once.]

The pink-haired guy, as Yu Wei’s new favorite, was at the height of his influence, his arrogance boundless. Yu Wei’s various lackeys echoed his sentiments, barking and howling, almost ready to bury Jian Ye in the dirt.

It was as if Jian Ye’s ancestors for eighteen generations owed them something. They all acted according to Yu Wei’s mood; whoever Yu Wei liked, they would fawn over. But once Yu Wei disliked someone, they would immediately shift allegiance, unhesitatingly casting down anyone they had previously elevated to the heavens.