Chapter 332: Is This Going Onto the Highway
Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong
Boss Cutie
She gazed at him, pure yet alluring, adorable yet shy.
Jiang Muye wasn’t Liu Xiahui, and this was his own wife besides—so why couldn’t he kiss her?
No sooner said than done!
Jiang Muye lowered his head to kiss those fragrant lips.
He watched those full, beautiful lips about to press against his own, and he could already picture their lips and teeth entwining—when the tent zipper was yanked open with a zip.
“Brother, are you done yet?” a lively voice rang out.
Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli both looked toward the sound at the same time, and there stood Jiang Xueli, her expression blank.
Jiang Xueli’s eyes were wide open, and a red flush rapidly crept across her snow-white skin.
Looking at the chaotic scene inside, she unconsciously swallowed.
Two great beauties, clothes in disarray, tangled together.
This is a spring palace picture—no way I’d pass up seeing it! Steamy!
If I hadn’t shown up, wouldn’t this car have just driven off wherever it wanted!
Is this a kiddie ride?!
Is this a picture an innocent, cute elementary schooler like me should be seeing?!
Woo, I wanna watch.
But this’d cost money, right?
Especially when she saw her own brother turn his head to glare at her—Jiang Xueli poked her fingers together, knowing she’d done something wrong.
“You two keep going, I… was just here to hurry things along, haha, it’s fine, I’m leaving.”
Jiang Xueli, clever as ever, zipped the tent shut.
Anyone who dared approach the tent would be killed on the spot~!
Inside the tent, Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli stared at each other.
Leng Ruoli, even more embarrassed, plopped her head straight onto Jiang Muye’s chest and muttered, “We’re doomed… we said we’d do something bad, and we actually got caught.”
Her fair, pretty fingers gripped Jiang Muye’s shoulder, looking utterly aggrieved.
Jiang Muye lowered his head and kissed her lovely neck. “She won’t dare breathe a word. Besides, we didn’t actually do anything bad.”
Leng Ruoli lifted her pretty, palm-sized face and retorted, “Even if we didn’t do anything bad, that won’t stop other people from letting their imaginations run wild~!”
Seeing her flustered yet adorable look, Jiang Muye burst out laughing.
His fingers pinched Leng Ruoli’s chin, and he pressed his forehead against hers, rubbing against her snow-smooth brow for a while. “Alright, then help me get dressed, yeah? Once we get out there fast, no one’ll be imagining what we were doing.”
“You know I can’t finish in under two or three hours—there’s no way outsiders would think I’d be that quick.” Jiang Muye pecked Leng Ruoli’s cherry lips.
He’d finally gotten his kiss.
So good to kiss.
Soft and sweet, even sweeter than chocolate chip cookies.
Leng Ruoli nodded shyly, then went back to fumbling with how to dress Jiang Muye. After a good while, she finally got him dressed.
The elaborate ancient-style robes were heavier than Jiang Muye had imagined, but thankfully he could handle them.
Just then, outside the tent, the photographer arrived.
Seeing the sunlight fading and unable to get good lighting, he furrowed his brow. “Where’s the model?”
“Still changing clothes,” the assistant answered.
The photographer was a bit displeased.
He was a top figure in the industry, whose works had won numerous competitions, with outstanding ability.
Many magazines couldn’t even get him to shoot pictorials and covers.
And the only reason he’d come today was out of regard for the fact that Jiang Xueli had discovered him early on and introduced him to Jiang Xueli—and since Jiang Xueli was a big-name coser, that was why he’d been invited to shoot a personal photobook.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come at all.
“Amateurs really have no professionalism, so dawdling.” The photographer checked his watch, extremely annoyed. “Don’t they know time is money?”
The assistant knew the photographer had a temper but didn’t dare blow up, so he could only put on a smiling face. “Yes, yes, you’re right.”
Jiang Xueli noticed something was off over here and walked over. “What’s wrong?”
The photographer raised an eyebrow in displeasure. “The male model is Jiang Muye, right?”
“That’s right, he’s my brother.”
The photographer snorted in disdain. So it was nepotism—no wonder Jiang Muye could come here to shoot.
“How’d you think to use an amateur? I remember he doesn’t do cos.” The photographer disliked merchants who reeked of money, with no spiritual qi to them.
He’d seen Jiang Muye’s photos and knew Jiang Muye was the Chen Clan’s heir.
But what did that have to do with him?
His works were meant to win awards, not to entertain people.
“Jiang Xueli, I came here out of respect for the kindness you showed me back then, but my patience is limited. If he drags me down and wastes my time, I won’t be polite.” The photographer said coldly, “I’m giving you only three hours. If we can’t shoot, I’m leaving.”
“He’ll be ready soon. It’s his first time tackling ancient-style costume, after all, so he needs a bit of time.” Jiang Xueli was a little irritated.
But she couldn’t explode—after all, she’d spent no small amount of time and effort inviting him here.
“First time tackling ancient costume? Then why’d you pick someone so modern-looking! Are you trying to ruin your own reputation?” The photographer gritted his teeth, like a time bomb that had been lit, extremely displeased.
But Jiang Xueli stood by Jiang Muye and said to the photographer, “Teacher, don’t worry. My brother can absolutely pull off the ancient costume look—he is the Lord Aotian from the book!”
“Confidence is a good thing.” The photographer spat, thoroughly disgusted. “But I’m not optimistic. I’m only responsible for shooting today. If the scene turns out bad, I’m not handling after-sales.”
Jiang Xueli’s hand, hanging by her dress, clenched into a fist. Just as she was about to say something, she heard a gasp.
What was going on?
The moment Jiang Xueli heard the commotion, she immediately turned around.
And what she saw stunned her.
Within the radiant light, she saw a super-handsome guy!
His face like polished jade, his eyes pitch-black and bright, his ink-black long hair coiled in a golden crown, with a few strands falling behind his shoulders.
His skin wasn’t snow-white but on the wheatish side, which gave him even more masculine vigor.
In his brocade-patterned long robe, the moment he walked over, Jiang Xueli’s heart went thump thump thump.
Her blood pressure rose, her emotions surging.
Jiang Xueli’s maiden heart leapt along with his every step.
“So handsome…” Jiang Xueli pressed both hands to her cheeks, gazing at him in adoration.
She’d seen so many handsome guys, but only this one made her blush and her heart race.
It wasn’t just Jiang Xueli—the other staff members had long since been dazzled senseless by Jiang Muye.
Even the men felt Jiang Muye was just too handsome.
Handsome to the point of breaking the rules!
Had Jiang Muye bribed someone when he was reincarnated, or topped up his account?
Not only was his background powerful, he even had such a beautiful girlfriend—and on top of that, a face handsome enough to make hearts pound.
The photographer, who’d been so casual just moments ago, also looked over after hearing the screams.
What was there to gasp about—he was just a man.
But the moment the photographer’s eyes swept over, his originally flippant expression turned to astonishment.
Originally, seeing Jiang Muye’s photos, he’d thought he was just a pretty boy.
But now that Jiang Muye had appeared on set, this level of handsomeness was something he’d rarely seen in all his years in the industry! Dozens of times better-looking than the photos!
Absolutely full of spiritual qi!!!
Every angle felt perfect for a shot! A casual snapshot would be a blockbuster work~ and could go straight to a competition!
The photographer couldn’t take his eyes off him.
And Jiang Xueli felt she’d won back a round, smiling at the photographer. “Teacher, what do you think? Still think my brother can’t handle ancient costume?”