Chapter 7: Everyone Wears Dog Collars!

"Chong Tang, let go quickly!"

"Let go of Ken."

Bai Su and Hepburn both cried out in alarm, worried that Tang Chong would snap Ken's neck in anger.

In their eyes, someone who had just been released from prison could do anything.

Tang Chong did not let go but lifted Ken's 'slim' little body to his face and said, "Remember a few things. First, don't call me 'Xiaoxin,' call me Tang Chong."

"Second, don't touch me all over."

"Third—- if you dare to say you want to kiss me again, I'll snap your neck."

Crack—

Tang Chong let go, and Ken fell on his butt to the ground.

Bai Su quickly ran over to help Ken, asking anxiously, "Ken, are you okay? Does it hurt? Are you injured? Feel—- see if anything is wrong?"

Hepburn was also very concerned about Ken. She pulled Ken's arm from the other side and said, "Ken, I was really scared just now. I thought he was going to snap your neck—- do you know, he's so fierce. Yesterday, he even scared me and Echo with a big rat. Actually, we don't like him, but Aunt Bai insisted that we live with him. Ken, now you understand our pain, right? Our life is like a year of darkness, sad and miserable."

Bai Su was quite helpless. Hepburn had no major flaws, except—- no, two flaws: being a chatterbox and a clown. If she and Echo could balance each other out, it would be better.

Ken's delicate face was scrunched up in pain as he rubbed his buttocks. Clearly, Tang Chong's 'squeeze' didn't hurt him much, but the fall was quite hard.

"Ouch, it really hurts. My little butt is going to split into pieces," Ken moaned.

His gaze turned to Tang Chong, and his face was filled with coquettishness as he giggled, "But, I like such a man. Dominant, direct, and powerful—- tsk tsk, look at those muscles."

He tried to reach out and touch Tang Chong's chest but quickly pulled back when Tang Chong glared at him.

"Tang Chong," Bai Su urged.

Ken was their company's ace stylist, known in the industry as the 'Magician.' He usually only handled the most top-tier artists. This time, because of the Tang Xin incident, the boss assigned him to specifically handle the Butterfly Group's image design to avoid too many people knowing about it.

If Tang Chong offended him and Ken walked away, where would they find such a good stylist?

"It's fine. It's fine. I don't blame him," Ken said, holding his chest. "He's a real man. I like that."

"——"

Bai Su and Hepburn exchanged glances, both speechless.

Is this guy a masochist? Does Tang Chong's brutality fill the void in his heart?

Thinking of this, the two shuddered.

Ken said to Bai Su, "Leave him to me. Come up in an hour to check the results."

With that, he carried a large bag and led the way upstairs.

Bai Su pushed Tang Chong's back, and he had no choice but to follow the effeminate man upstairs.

Hepburn, with her big round eyes, watched their backs and whispered, "Aunt Bai, are they going to do something upstairs?"

Bai Su tapped her forehead and said, "Even if Ken wanted to do something, he couldn't succeed—- but if Tang Chong wanted to do something to Ken, he would definitely succeed."

"Aunt Bai, you're so corrupt," Hepburn giggled.

"You're the one who's corrupt," Bai Su laughed and scolded. "Men don't do gay things, life has no fun."

Then, the two women giggled together.

An hour later, Ken appeared on the second-floor stairs and waved at them.

"Ken, did it work?" Bai Su asked excitedly.

"Come up and check," Ken said proudly.

"Let's go. Let's take a look," Bai Su said.

"I'll go too," Hepburn said, pausing 'Plants vs. Zombies' on her laptop and jumping up from the sofa.

"No," Lin Huiyin said, holding a magazine and not even looking up.

Bai Su pulled Lin Huiyin off the sofa and said, "Huiyin, come up and take a look. He's your teammate. You wouldn't want any problems in the future, right? Take a look and give him some feedback. If there are any issues, point them out now to avoid any leaks later."

Lin Huiyin originally wanted to refuse, but thinking about the extra effort it would take to find an excuse and say more words, she decided to just go and take a look.

Ken stood at the door of the 'styling room' and said with a smile, "Dear sisters, the moment of witnessing a miracle has arrived—- ta-da."

As the music in his mouth played, he suddenly pushed open the door.

Then, the three women's eyes went wide.

A handsome man!

Absolutely a handsome man!

Black tight leather pants, black high-top leather boots, a white tight T-shirt on top, and a slightly loose batwing shirt over it. A black scarf was loosely draped around his neck to conceal the 'flat chest' of Tang Chong.

Tang Chong's messy hair was carefully trimmed by Ken into a long, layered style. His eyebrows were fine, his skin was delicate, and combined with his originally somewhat feminine face, he looked like a perfect gentleman.

"Wow, so handsome," Hepburn exclaimed.

Lin Huiyin's eyes flashed with admiration but quickly lowered her head as if lost in thought.

Bai Su's face first showed surprise, but soon, she became worried.

She walked to Tang Chong's side and examined him carefully, then said to Ken, "Ken, did you make a mistake? This is a female group—- isn't Tang Chong's image too masculine?"

"Oh, Su, I knew you'd say that," Ken said with a 'sweet' smile. "At first, I thought the same as you, trying to weaken the 'masculine' side of Tang Chong to make his overall image fit the Butterfly Group—- but after I cut his hair, I changed my mind."

"So what? A female group can't have a masculine side? I was there when the artist department planned these three little butterflies—- Tang Xin is the leader, representing the black butterfly, which symbolizes courage. Huiyin handles the high notes, representing the white butterfly, which symbolizes confidence. Benben is the flower butterfly, representing love—- we tried to make Tang Xin go for a neutral style, but it wasn't successful. Because she's a woman, and a very—- very feminine woman."

Ken walked over and touched Tang Chong's shoulder. Tang Chong's body tensed, but he didn't slap him. This level of contact, he could still tolerate.

"Tang Chong is different. He's a man. A pure, genuine man. For him to go for a neutral style is the most suitable—- look at this expression, this figure, this face. Is there anyone better in this world? Oh, if I were a woman, I'd like such a man. If I were a man, I'd like such a woman. He can attract both men and women."

"I understand your point," Bai Su nodded. "But, won't it reveal the truth?"

"Reveal the truth? What truth?" Ken rolled his eyes at Bai Su and said, "I did this precisely to cover up any possible truth. If he appeared as a woman, there would be many flaws. His voice, his walking posture, even his eating and drinking—- but if he presents himself as such a 'masculine' image from the start, any flaws that appear later will be seen as natural, or they might think it's 'deliberately created'—- Su, don't you think so?"

"But, Tang Xin used to—-"

"I know, I know," Ken interrupted Bai Su, "You're thinking that Xiaoxin used to dress differently, right? But who says artists can't change their image?"

Seeing Bai Su still hesitant, Ken took her hand and said, "Su, you have to trust me. Trust my professionalism. I'm a professional. I have a feeling they'll become popular. More and more popular. So popular it'll explode."

Bai Su bit her lip and said, "Alright. Let's do it."

Then she turned to Tang Chong and asked, "Tang Chong, what do you think? If you have any ideas, you can speak up."

Tang Chong had been looking in the mirror, left, right, and then turned around to look at his back.

From the front, he looked good. From the back, he looked good. From the left, he looked good. From the right, he looked good. From top to bottom, he looked good.

"I don't have any ideas," Tang Chong said with a smile. The reason he was hesitant before was the fear of being made to wear skirts, undergarments, and use sanitary napkins. Now that no one mentioned it, a big stone in his heart was lifted. "I always knew I looked good, but I didn't expect to look this good."

"——"

"His neck," Hepburn pointed to Tang Chong's neck. "There's an Adam's apple."

"Right," Ken turned coquettishly and took a black silk scarf from his black bag, saying, "Tie this, and it's covered."

"It looks like a dog collar," Hepburn giggled.

Tang Chong inwardly hated it and said, "If I wear it alone, it will raise suspicions. If we all three wear it, no one will think that. They'll think it's a new image design for our Butterfly Group."

"Right," Ken nodded repeatedly. "Our Xiaoxin—- Tang Chong is so smart. I prepared a white one for Huiyin and a striped one for Benben—- if all three of us wear it, no one will suspect. It will be our Butterfly Group's symbol. Oh, how perfect. These three colors are exactly your signature butterflies, right?"

Hepburn's eyes widened, and her mouth opened, but she didn't know what to say.

Do they have to—- wear those dog collars too?

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