[Modern Romance] Plastic Surgery Beauty

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My name is Li, and I'm 27 years old. I was born into an ordinary family, and my parents passed away early. Afterward, I lived with relatives and worked part-time while studying at a private university. I'm not particularly attractive, and I don't have any special talents. My hobby is spending all day at home watching Japanese dramas.

Neal comes from a family of business leaders who are frequently in the news. When he accompanied his father on a tour of a branch office, I, as a junior employee in the branch, had the opportunity to see Neal in person. The first time I saw him, I was attracted to him. I believe I wasn't the only woman who felt this way, after all, Neal is exceptionally

well-off. Neal is 185 cm tall and 31 years old. His hobbies include collecting luxury cars, wine tasting, traveling, and golf. Handsome and single, he's a frequent guest at trendy celebrity parties. Usually, when he's present, the entertainment section of the next day will definitely report on it, and of course, there will always be a large picture of Neal on the front page.

Of course, someone as ordinary as me can't possibly have any relationship with Neal, but it's not illegal to dream occasionally, at least it brings some fun to my dull life.

The cost of living in Taipei is very high. After I became an adult, my aunt and uncle thought I needed to learn so-called independence, so they told me to move out of their house and live on my own. To save more money, I often took part-time jobs in my spare time, because only money will never betray you. Although I couldn't afford a house, I still had some savings.

That day, a friend called and said there was a party that needed a waiter/waitress, 200 NTD an hour, and importantly, Neal would be attending. Of course, I was overjoyed and agreed; such a good job doesn't come around every day. Although I was just a waiter/waitress, I had the chance to see Neal, so I should dress up nicely. But when I looked at my meager vanity and saw only an expired lipstick, I had to give up on that plan. I just tied my hair up in a quick ponytail and rushed to the venue.

As soon as I arrived, my friend quickly handed me the uniform, saying, "Hurry up, the party starts at nine, and we only have an hour to prepare. Go help with the setup outside." An hour passed quickly, and soon all the fashionable celebrities entered. Neal arrived shortly after the party started, looking dazzling in the crowd, surrounded by numerous beautiful women. My heart was pounding uncontrollably. Even just watching Neal from afar felt incredibly blissful.

The party was very lively, and most of the guests, even those who weren't drunk, were about 70-80% tipsy. I took a break and tried to sneak off to the back garden for a short rest, but I saw a pair of intertwined bodies in the shadow of the gazebo. The shadows obscured their faces, but the moonlight still illuminated their figures clearly. The woman wore a fiery red, high-slit dress, pulled up to her waist, her black lace panties hanging down to her ankles. She gripped the pavilion pillars, her white buttocks raised high. The man, his suit trousers half-pulled down, stood behind her, thrusting violently. The lewd sounds of their bodies, combined with the woman's waves of soft, seductive moans, were like something out of a Japanese adult film.

To be honest, after working as a party waiter a few times, I was used to this kind of thing. I quietly backed away, wanting to find a place to catch my breath, but I didn't notice a rock behind me. I stumbled and fell backward. "Ah!" I covered my mouth, trying to get up and leave quickly, when a voice came from the shadows, "Who's there!" Hmm? That voice sounds like… I saw Neal emerge from the shadows, leading the now-famous A-list actress Jenny. I was completely bewildered and could only stare blankly at them.

Jenny glanced at me disdainfully, as if I had ruined her plans. "I thought it was someone important, but it's just a waitress." Neal gently put his arm around her and said, "It's okay, you go back to the party first, I'll be there later." I secretly envied her. Jenny, being a top actress, didn't even need a second to change her expression; she immediately greeted Neal with a gentle, sweet look, but as she passed by me, I heard her give me a cold snort.

Neal and I were left alone. He lit a cigarette, took a drag, and said, "You work here?" My heart pounded, as if the whole world was spinning. I gave a soft "Mmm." Neal continued, "Yeah, you must know the rules, right? Here, take this, don't say anything." I blankly accepted the money from Neal's hand.

Neal was about to leave when my mouth called out faster than my brain: "Neal!" Neal turned around and looked at me with a puzzled expression. At that moment, my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my throat. I heard myself stammering, "I...I really like...you..." I wasn't expecting any rags-to-riches story; I just wanted to be able to tell the person I liked that I liked him, and I felt that was enough.

But then I heard Neal chuckle. "Like?" He looked me up and down with a mocking gaze. "Don't joke around, ugly girl. Why don't you learn from South Korean women and get plastic surgery? Wait until you look even slightly human before you talk to me, so you don't spoil my appetite! The waiters at this party really don't care about looks or manners, it's awful." Neal's vicious words reached my ears clearly. Tears of shame streamed down my flushed cheeks. I know I'm not pretty... but I just wanted to tell him my admiration... Neal ignored me and left. I wiped away my tears. I was so naive. What right does an ugly person have to say they like someone?

I went home and lay in bed, Neal's vicious words still echoing in my mind. I was unwilling to accept it but powerless to refute him. I opened a drawer and took out my bankbook—it contained seven figures. Then I turned on my computer and started searching for information about plastic surgery. I wanted to spend all my savings to become a beauty!

I called and booked a consultation at a cosmetic surgery center. After speaking with the doctor, he recommended I get jaw reduction surgery (bone and jawline), a nose bridge augmentation, nose tip reduction, alar reduction, lip augmentation, and double eyelid surgery, totaling about NT$700,000. I calculated that I still had enough money left over for a year and a half, so I resolutely signed the consent form and quit my job. The

post-operative swelling made me look like a pig's head, almost unrecognizable. Every day involved extremely complicated post-operative care and maintenance, and I could only eat liquid food, which actually helped me lose a lot of weight. Finally, I was able to remove the cast, but then I had to wear a post-operative support garment to prevent my expensive surgery from going awry. After nearly a month of this ordeal, the doctor finally declared it okay. I felt I was a little closer to being a beauty.

I knew that surgery alone wasn't enough, so I joined a gym and spent an hour swimming and jogging each day. Loose, flabby flesh wouldn't make me a beauty. Looking good isn't enough. I also enrolled in beauty and skincare courses, golf, and English and French classes. I bought a bunch of books on wine tasting, luxury cars, and travel. I was busy every day, studying hard in class. Even though my bank account was shrinking rapidly, I kept pushing myself to get closer to the standard of beauty.

A year passed quickly, and my savings were down to less than 50,000. I applied for a position as the manager's secretary in a branch office managed by Neal. Society is so realistic; good-looking people even find it easier to get jobs. I got the job with ease, and the salary was much better than before. Looking at a photo of myself from before, I silently told myself, "From now on, I'm going to start a new life!"

The first month at work was very easy. My boss was named Jack, a kind 47-year-old man. As long as I handled the tasks he assigned, the rest of the time was basically my own.

That day, as I was organizing documents at my desk, I saw Neal approaching me with his secretary. I tried my best to remain composed as I stood up and bowed, saying, "Hello, General Manager." Neal glanced at me and asked, with the same gentle look he gave me on television, if the manager was in. He said he had something important to discuss with the manager. It was as if the Neal who had viciously criticized me at that party a year ago was completely fake. I suppressed the myriad thoughts in my mind and invited Neal to the manager's office.

Neal was there to discuss a case involving the French subsidiary with the manager. I listened from behind them, handing over necessary documents as needed. After the meeting, I noticed an admiring look in Neal's eyes. Neal said to Jack, "Jack, your new secretary is very capable." Jack replied, "Yes, Li's language skills are also quite good. He translated many documents for this French case." Neal chatted with Jack for a few more minutes before leaving. A month later, the HR department informed me that the general manager needed a foreign language secretary and would be directly transferred to my position.

Today was my first day as Neal's secretary. I was no longer the dinosaur from a year ago who only had an expired lipstick on her vanity and didn't know how to dress. The effects of pulsed light allowed me to wear only light foundation and blush. I also got eyelash extensions to avoid the embarrassment of false eyelashes falling off in front of Neal. I carefully drew soft eyebrows and eyeliner with contact lenses and applied a light pink Dior lip gloss. I chose a white fitted shirt to pair with a suit jacket, unbuttoning the collar to the perfect point where the buttons meet. I wore a short, narrow skirt above the knee and stockings, keeping Cosmopolitan's famous quote, "Just the right amount of skin," as my dressing principle. Finally, I sprayed on Chanel No. 5 perfume and paired it with black stilettos. Looking at myself in the mirror, at 167cm, I looked even taller in heels, my 32D bust and the 23-inch waist I'd achieved through daily exercise were things I wouldn't have dared to dream of a year ago!

With a nervous heart, I stepped into Neal's office: "Good morning, General Manager. I'm Li, the newly appointed foreign language secretary." Neal smiled easily and said, "No need to be so polite. Just call me Neal. There will be many things for you to handle in the future." Having been Neal's secretary for a while, he'd only had official contact with me. I started to question whether I wasn't working hard enough, but I had to be patient. There would be opportunities to shine eventually. Being too impatient would only make Neal think I was a shallow woman trying to marry a rich man.

Finally, two months later, Neal called me into his office. "Li, are you free Friday night?" I suppressed my elation and calmly replied, "Yes." Heaven knows, ever since being subjected to those vicious words, I've given up my beloved Japanese dramas. Every evening after work and on weekends, I either exercise or read magazines and books extensively. Where would I find the time to accept invitations?

"Well... there's a charity banquet on Friday night, and I need to bring a female companion. I wonder if you would be willing to accept the invitation?" Neal's eyes met mine. "But what about your fiancée?" I knew that Neal had recently become engaged to the daughter of another major business owner, just waiting for the right moment to announce it and make both companies' stocks soar.

"You mean Dana? It's alright, she's abroad. The engagement hasn't been announced yet, so it won't affect anything. You know I need a capable and appropriate female companion for this kind of occasion." I recalled the party a year ago, wondering what kind of capable companion he was.

"Okay, Neal, I won't let you down." I naturally curved my lips into a gentle and sweet smile. I had practiced this moment thousands of times in front of the mirror at home.

After accepting Neal's invitation, I started flipping through different fashion magazines every day after I got home. The key to getting closer to Neal was how to be a competent female companion, exuding a sexy yet tasteful aura, appropriately complementing the male lead without stealing the spotlight. Every step required repeated rehearsals. Of course, I also took the opportunity to watch a lot of Japanese dramas.

Finally, I chose a purple strapless satin dress that complemented my fair skin. After all, it was a charity gala, and a deep V-neck would be too overly sexy and would backfire.

On Wednesday, Neal instructed another secretary to book a room at a hotel next to the venue so I could leave my belongings there a day in advance. After work on Friday, I grabbed a light bag and rushed to the hotel to freshen up and change.

I put on the purple fishtail dress; the tight-fitting design hugged the results of my daily workouts, and my 32D curves and flat stomach were now clearly visible in the well-fitting silhouette.

Next, I carefully applied my makeup. I chose earth-toned eyeshadow with a touch of dark gold, and used a curling iron to style my hair into loose, wavy curls, aiming for a delicate and vulnerable look. After all, a responsible female companion can't let the man beside her lose his masculinity.

Finally, I put on all the accessories, slipped into my gold-strapped high heels, and carefully examined myself in the full-length mirror. A slight upturn of my lips spurred me on as I practiced a seductive smile. I thought to myself, this preparation is quite thorough.

There was a knock at the door. I went to the door and opened it. Neal, dressed in a sharp suit, was standing outside. His eyes held undisguised admiration as he looked at me, as if he was reluctant to leave. I turned slightly backward with my right foot, allowing the lines of my dress to fully display my figure.

I turned my head slightly and smiled brightly at Neal: "I didn't disappoint you, did I?" Neal nodded with satisfaction:

"I believe you'll be a great companion."

That charity gala was the first time in my life I'd ever had so many photos taken. The constant flashes from the media made me a little dizzy, experiencing this for the first time. Neal sensed my discomfort and subtly tightened his grip on my waist.

During the dinner, Neal was surrounded by many so-called political and business elites, and the topics were nothing more than golf, fine wine, and luxury cars. My daily efforts over the past year hadn't been in vain; I could easily join the conversation, offering my own comments at appropriate times without overshadowing Neal. If I couldn't even do that, I'd just be a pretty vase.

After the gala, Neal and I got into a limousine.

"Li, there's a nice lounge bar near this hotel; I think you'll like it." I suppressed my elation, took a breath, and hesitated, trying to calm my excitement.

"Alright, after such a serious dinner, it's time to relax! But Neal, aren't you worried about the paparazzi?" I asked, looking at him with a questioning expression.

"The place is very private, and the owner knows me well, so there's no need to worry about hiding from the paparazzi," Neal said with a smile, resting his chin on his hand.

"Since you're not worried, how can I not check out the place you recommended! But let's go back to the hotel and change out of this dress first," I said with a charming smile.

I changed into a black off-the-shoulder short dress and simple silver jewelry before following Neal to the next location.

Neal had mentioned a lounge bar near Taipei 101. As soon as the receptionist saw Neal, he skillfully led us to a private VIP room, where Neal and I chose to sit on high stools at the bar.

Slightly tipsy, I sat languidly on a high stool, elbows casually resting on the bar, legs crossed, my left stiletto heel half-off and half-on, hooked on my foot. My bare shoulder leaned forward slightly, my chin tucked in like a contented kitten, as I looked alluringly at Neal. "Neal, what's the most memorable surprise for you?" I imagine Neal saw me with slightly glazed eyes.

"Is this how we met?" Neal shrugged.

"Heh, you have a mischievous side too?" I smiled sweetly, waving to pat Neal's shoulder, but he grabbed me. Losing my balance, I fell into Neal's arms, my eyes glazed over, looking at him with a half-smile. I pouted and said, "You hurt me." Neal's warm hand touched my flushed cheek. "And you? What's the most memorable surprise for you?" I frowned slightly, biting my finger as I thought, then looked at him mischievously and winked. "I don't think any man has ever surprised me like this before!" Neal whispered in my ear, "Really? But creating surprises is my specialty." I gently grasped Neal's wrist and whispered, "I'm looking forward to it." Neal pressed his lips down to mine, kissing me passionately. This was something I had never even dared to dream of. Now that it had come true, a bittersweet feeling lingered in my heart.

Neal's hands slowly roamed through the fabric along my back, electrifying my sensitive nerves. My hands, in turn, circled Neal's neck, deliberately rubbing lightly between his legs, hinting at my desire. The faint

scent of his perfume stimulated Neal's senses. His hands slid down my bare shoulders to my chest, and with each gentle caress, my desire intensified, my shoulders trembling slightly. I moved Neal's hands away and took a step back, looking at him with bold, alluring eyes: "Is this a surprise?" I didn't give Neal a chance to answer, reaching out to gently pull his tie and kissing him again. My hands slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his well-trained muscles, his slender fingers casually stroking them. I danced between his legs to the music, occasionally rubbing my shapely thighs against him. At such close proximity, I could clearly feel the heat between his thighs.

Neal, noticing my teasing, swept me up and carried me to the black flannel sofa beside him. He forcefully pulled down my collar, revealing a light blue lace bra. He unhooked it with one hand, his firm, shapely breasts touching the air. His tongue darted deftly along the side of my breast, his hand occasionally brushing against the end of my spine. His lips slid down my slender waist to my lower abdomen, the stubble causing a slight stinging, tingling sensation that made me moan softly.

Neal looked up at me, and I bit my lower lip, gazing at him.

Silence.

How many dates do you need before sleeping together? There's no set rule. But being too docile or too difficult will both diminish a man's interest. But one thing is certain: if you obediently climb into bed with someone on the first date, you're destined to be just a friends-with-benefits.

I checked the time on Neal's wrist: "Neal, it's getting late... I remember you have plans for tomorrow morning, right?" Neal buried his face in my neck, stroking my ear with one hand: "I'll take you home." I kissed Neal's cheek, my smile widening, and told him to just have the driver take me.

After that, Neal and I had more and more private dates, sometimes going out for drinks after work.

Being with Neal was a very pleasant experience; he was considerate, attentive, and knew how to flirt and make women happy.

Being gently cared for by a man with such qualities was especially intoxicating, but Neal's malicious words from back then still occasionally echoed in my ears, reminding me of the treatment I had received.

November 6th was my birthday. Neal had booked a hotel suite and catering well in advance to celebrate for me. I chose a black deep-V short dress with a sheer lace waist, paired with casual long curls, giving me a look that was both docile and alluring.

Neal and I reclined on the sofa, champagne in hand, chatting. I smiled gently, my slender fingers tracing Neal's chest, tears welling in my eyes. "Neal, thank you for preparing this birthday for me. It feels like a dream." Neal hugged me like a kitten, patting my head. "Li, I haven't given you a birthday present yet, have I? Starting tomorrow, I'll announce that you're my fiancée. Will you marry me?" My lips trembled slightly with excitement. "I never thought... it would be true?" Neal kissed away my delicate tears instead of answering, unaware of the dimples appearing on my cheeks.

Neal's hands caressed the back of my neck like he was teasing a cat. Our kisses, intertwined, gradually spiraled out of control, my breathing becoming erratic. He grasped my ankle with his long, slender fingers, lifting my foot in front of him. He lightly pecked at the instep, my sensitive nerves causing my back to arch involuntarily. He then kissed my legs in turn.

I cupped Neal's face in my hands, gesturing for him to sit on the sofa so I could straddle him. His strong arms pulled me closer, and we kissed passionately and wildly. I eagerly unbuttoned his shirt, and he unceremoniously removed my dress, revealing black lace lingerie underneath.

I pressed a single finger against Neal's lips, sliding it down his body to between his legs. I slowly stroked his penis, gently licking his testicles with my tongue. I circled his testicles irregularly with my tongue, making them glisten with moisture. I took one testicle into my mouth, gently sucking and releasing. Neal stroked my soft, long hair, involuntarily making low moans as I teased him.

Then, I licked his penis from the base upwards like a child enjoying a lollipop. I held his testicles with one hand, continuing to massage while taking the glans into my mouth, sucking and teasing it with my tongue. I slowly deepened my penetration, my tongue still swirling around his member. I tilted my head back, utterly alluring, to meet Neal's eyes. He could no longer resist and lifted me, carrying me to the bed.

Neal pressed me down, kissing me fiercely, his fingers caressing my genitals. He tentatively inserted one finger, and I let out a comfortable sigh. He slowly moved his finger in and out, my vulva becoming increasingly wet with each thrust. Neal inserted a second finger, exploring the very spot inside my vagina, while simultaneously kissing my clitoris. The double stimulation sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, and tears began to stream down my face uncontrollably. I arched my back, gripping his shoulders tightly, savoring this exquisite climax.

Then Neal placed my calves on his shoulders, slowly filling my vagina with his hot, hard erection. My insides became increasingly wet and hot with his penetration. His heat began to pound heavily inside me, my raised hips colliding with his firm abdominal muscles in rhythm with each thrust. I gripped the sheets frantically, letting out wave after wave of moans.

Neal helped me sit up facing him, his hands on my waist, beginning his unfinished rhythm. He thrust fiercely and violently near the climax inside me, the powerful shaking causing my mind to drift with the umpteenth orgasm. In the midst of the chaos, he thrust in one last powerful stroke, then held me tightly.

After washing up, I nestled comfortably in Neal's arms. He kissed my forehead, nose, and lips with childlike innocence, lingering on my cheeks for a while before reluctantly burying his face in my neck and whispering, "Why...do I love you so much..." The news of Neal and my engagement quickly made headlines in the entertainment section. Although we didn't have time for long trips, Neal had taken me to neighboring countries and various parts of Taiwan over the past few months.

That day, Neal and I arrived in Tainan. Although he wasn't used to eating street food or roadside stalls, he knew that I, being from Tainan, often craved the local delicacies. My favorite was an eel noodle shop by the roadside; the simple shop had no decorations, just a few tables and chairs. Although it wasn't cheap, I, then a junior high school student, would still try my best to save my meager allowance to enjoy its deliciousness.

Neal and I set a wedding date, and he excitedly prepared for the wedding like a child.

I locked the photos in a bank safe deposit box, hesitating whether to expose them. My recent salary, plus all the things Neal had bought me, could be enough to buy a house in the countryside and live a comfortable life for the rest of my days if I sold them.

I don't care much about the material comforts I currently have; I'm naturally indifferent to worldly things. If I hadn't been provoked, watching Japanese dramas at home would already be a kind of happiness. But to say I don't miss Neal would be a lie.

In the end, I decided to take a gamble, betting my own happiness.

I wanted to tell Neal everything from beginning to end.

That day I called Neal: "Neal, are you busy right now?" Neal's cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone: "No, I just finished talking to the wedding consultant." Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a lump in my throat: "Oh, I have something to tell you. Can you come to Milanga Cafe now?" "Sure, I'm coming right now. Are you there?"

I looked at the photos in my hand: "Yeah, but I'm in my car, parked across the street. We'll go in together when you arrive." "Aren't you going in first?"

"Um, it's okay, I have some documents to organize. I'll wait for you in the car." "Okay, I'll be there in about 20 minutes. That's all for now." I hung up the phone, anxiously waiting for Neal to arrive. If Neal wanted to break up with me because of this, I would send all the photos I had to him.

I reminisced about our time together: Neal's strong arms, his gentle eyes, the occasional childlike smile he gave me only, and how he would always tenderly embrace me after sex, foolishly asking, "What should I do? Why do I like you so much?" Twenty minutes passed quickly in my jumbled thoughts, and then I saw Neal smiling brightly, waving for me from across the street. I took out my car keys, picked up a stack of photos from the person sitting next to me, and suddenly felt a violent shaking.

Bang!

"Welcome to TBBS Evening News, I'm your anchor, Fang Yahua. First, I'll report that a magnitude 6.8 earthquake struck Taipei today, causing one death in northern Taiwan! The deceased woman was the fiancée of the heir to a well-known company; the two were scheduled to marry on February 26th. However, the strong earthquake caused a water tower on the roof to collapse, destroying her vehicle and tragically killing her." The following is a report from our reporter: "Li, the fiancée of a well-known company's heir, passed away today due to an accident caused by the strong earthquake. According to a spokesperson for the company, she did indeed have an appointment to meet with her fiancé, Neal. Neal witnessed his fiancée's death and is currently in a very unstable mental state, under observation in the hospital. However, according to witnesses, many photos were scattered near the vehicle, seemingly showing Neal and a female celebrity in sexual acts. The company spokesperson declined to comment on whether the two had arranged to meet for this purpose." Postscript:

Haha, I'm done writing. I was afraid of being criticized for using clichéd and tired tropes when I wrote this, but I just wanted to write it. I want to thank everyone who patiently read through this old trope.

The ending may not be entirely satisfactory, but it's the final decision after considering many versions. The initial reason I wrote this was because I myself went through a lot of effort to upgrade from an unattractive girl to an average-looking girl. I don't need to elaborate on the coldness and warmth of human relationships I experienced along the way.

In short, I am very grateful for the tweets, water balloons, and letters that encouraged me. Although my writing skills and creativity aren't outstanding, I will continue to work hard and hope to improve.

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