Murong Beichen still made a special trip to Country H, a nation renowned for its advanced plastic surgery technology. Zhu Yaya accompanied him as his secretary.
Madam He spoke to him with profound earnestness, "Chenchen, as a qualified domineering CEO, you must have a rugged face that looks as if it were carved by an axe and chiseled by a knife. It needs to be sharply defined and as handsome as a Greek sculpture. However, your face doesn't have that effect yet. Your chin isn't pointy enough, and your features aren't three-dimensional enough."
Zhu Yaya: ...
Madam He added, "Back in the day, in order to get a qualified domineering CEO face, your father specifically came to Country H and underwent plastic surgery over a dozen times."
Murong Beichen was filled with deep reverence.
Zhu Yaya: ...
Lesson learned. So the chiseled, three-dimensional faces of domineering CEOs were all the result of plastic surgery.
As Murong Beichen was about to enter the operating room, he still felt a bit worried.
Murong Beichen's father, the former richest man in Huaxia, Murong Xiongzheng, comforted him, "Beichen, don't be afraid! This chief surgeon performed plastic surgery on me decades ago!"
Zhu Yaya: ...
What a deranged family this is!
Murong Beichen lacked a chiseled chin and a sharp jawline.
Madam He: "Bone shaving and contouring! Get that jawbone filed down perfectly."
Murong Xiongzheng: "We can do a chin implant."
Murong Beichen lacked deep, soulful eyes.
Murong Xiongzheng: "Let's see if double eyelid surgery makes it better. And an epicanthoplasty too."
Madam He: "Add an eye bag removal surgery. Then, make a small incision at the lower edge of the eyebrow bone, excise some skin, and suture it to improve the originally loose and drooping corners of the eyes."
Murong Xiongzheng: "Oh right, he also needs under-eye plumpness injections."
Murong Beichen lacked the thick, long eyelashes that would make girls jealous.
Madam He: "Let's do an eyelash transplant too!"
Murong Beichen's nose wasn't straight and prominent enough.
Murong Xiongzheng: "A rhinoplasty! Reshape the nasal bone."
Murong Beichen's face wasn't slender enough.
Madam He: "Inject Botox! It can eliminate the problem of enlarged masseter muscles."
Murong Xiongzheng: "But honey, under normal circumstances, the effects of Botox only last for six to eight months."
Madam He: "Then he'll just have to keep getting injections."
Zhu Yaya: ...
Why did their whole family know so much about plastic surgery?
...
And so, with Zhu Yaya as a witness, Murong Beichen underwent a series of plastic surgeries, including rhinoplasty, bone shaving, and chin implants.
Originally, although Murong Beichen's features had some flaws, they looked quite handsome when put together, giving him a very youthful vibe. However, after this round of plastic surgery, when Murong Beichen's recovery period passed and the gauze wrapping his entire face was removed, Zhu Yaya almost didn't recognize him.
Was this Murong Beichen?
If Zhu Yaya hadn't been following him around the clock, she would have suspected that Murong Beichen had been swapped with someone else. So, how did Xu Chun recognize Murong Beichen?
The post-surgery Murong Beichen had a stiff face. His features were indeed very three-dimensional, but no matter how you looked at him, it was bizarre. He looked like a mannequin. And also, wasn't his chin made way too pointy!
Zhu Yaya even suspected that Murong Beichen's sharp chin could pop a balloon.
Madam He and Murong Xiongzheng, however, were extremely satisfied.
With tears in her eyes and a deeply moved expression, Madam He said, "My son, you are finally a qualified domineering CEO."
Murong Xiongzheng carefully scrutinized Murong Beichen's face and nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad. I can finally hand over the entire Murong Group to you with complete peace of mind," he said in a gratified tone.
Murong Beichen replied expressionlessly, "Thank you, Mom and Dad. I will not let your good intentions down."
Watching his expression from the side, Zhu Yaya felt very awkward. Even though Yan Heng used to be expressionless too, she always felt that Yan Heng looked very handsome like that, like an inviolable snow lotus on an iceberg, with an aura that was cold and aloof. Moreover, Yan Heng wasn't completely deadpan; he still had some subtle facial expressions. But Murong Beichen's current expressionless state made her feel a strong sense of incongruity. There were no micro-expressions at all, giving off a completely soulless vibe.
Murong Xiongzheng was, after all, a former domineering CEO who had undergone over a dozen plastic surgeries. He saw the doubt on Zhu Yaya's face and explained to her, "Secretary Zhu, you don't need to worry. Beichen simply has facial nerve damage from the surgery, which has led to the paralysis of his facial expression muscles, that's all."
Zhu Yaya: ...
Lesson learned, lesson learned.
So this was the reason why the domineering CEOs in those old-school, melodramatic Mary Sue romance novels always had a cold and aloof face.
"Wait," Madam He seemed to have noticed something wrong.
Zhu Yaya felt a burst of excitement in her heart.
Could it be that Madam He, just like her, had noticed the overwhelming sense of incongruity?!
Who knew, Madam He would say with a serious face, "Beichen, do you have an eight-pack?"
Murong Beichen's aura suddenly darkened. "Mom, I only managed to work out a four-pack."
"How can that be acceptable?!" Madam He's voice suddenly rose. "As a domineering CEO, how can you not have an eight-pack? Every domineering CEO must have a perfect body! By the way, son, your body proportions don't seem to perfectly match the golden ratio either!"
Zhu Yaya: ...
Hehe, this is really enough!
After Murong Beichen finished his plastic surgery and returned to the country, he immediately issued an important order to Zhu Yaya---
"Secretary Zhu, buy insurance for my face. Let's start with a 100 million policy!"
Zhu Yaya: !!!
One hundred million!
Murong Beichen pondered for a moment and added, "Also buy me full-body insurance, let's make it 26 million!"
Zhu Yaya: !!!
26 million!
When Zhu Yaya went to swipe the card to buy the insurance for Murong Beichen, her hands were trembling. Oh my god, she had never dealt with so much money in her entire life. She originally thought she had earned quite a lot of money relying on her system, but after this experience, she realized that it was merely a drop in the bucket.
Sorry, her horizons were still too narrow.
Murong Beichen was extremely protective of his face. Normally, he wouldn't speak unless absolutely necessary. To explain it in his own words---"Speaking engages the facial muscles, which will easily cause wrinkles!"
Murong Beichen: "I am a perfect domineering CEO. How can I have wrinkles!"
Zhu Yaya: ...
Hehe.
She really wanted to hit someone.
To cultivate an even better domineering CEO aura, every single one of Murong Beichen's suits was custom-tailored by hand in Italy. He was fastidious about everything in his life. His office had to be completely spotless, and he absolutely had to drink coffee every day...
It had to be said, Murong Beichen was becoming more and more like a qualified domineering CEO.
He even expressed dissatisfaction with Zhu Yaya's name.
He aloofly typed row after row of words on his phone and handed it to Zhu Yaya to see---
[Secretary Zhu, the names of other CEOs' secretaries are all very domineering, but your name is too girly. You are the secretary to me, a domineering CEO, and your name is affecting the projection of my domineering aura.]
Zhu Yaya: ...
