Wen Mubai leaned closer, his good temper palpable. "What's wrong, my little darling?"
"What do you mean?" Xu Chacha glared at her, then reached out and grabbed her collar, pulling her towards herself, and bit her lip savagely and arrogantly.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was a biting. When she pulled away, Wen Mubai's lower lip was still burning and painful, and she couldn't help but raise her hand and rub it with her fingers.
It's alright, they were merciful enough not to bleed.
"This is what I need, remember?"
"I've got it." Wen Mubai chuckled softly, his eyes brimming with ambiguity, then, in a deliberately lewd tone, repeated the title, "My patron."
Then the door in front of her slammed shut.
Wen Mubai couldn't see that Xu Chacha was leaning against the door with her back to it, her cheeks flushed, and she was putting one hand on her wildly beating heart to calm it down.
A few seconds later she uttered, "Damn, a monster."
...
Because of Xu Chacha's student status, AS specially scheduled the advertisement shoot for the weekend.
Xu Chacha doesn't have an agent, so Wen Mubai canceled his work and got up early to serve this sugar daddy.
At four in the morning, she used her key to open the door to Xu Chacha's apartment and pulled out the groundhog that was hiding in the quilt.
Xu Chacha's ankle was being held in her hand, and she was lying face down on the pillow, looking like she was about to die.
She used to be able to get up at any time I told her to, because she would be woken up by the alarm clock every morning.
But now...
Waaah, why do rich women have to get up so early? Being a rich woman must be so hard.
"Get up, be good." Wen Mubai was patient enough not to pull back her blanket directly.
The curled-up "unknown creature" twitched its rear end, struggled to turn over, and stretched out its arms to her, "Hug."
"How old are you?" Wen Mubai sighed, but still bent down and picked the person up.
Held in his arms, Xu Chacha felt much lighter than before. It seemed that her body management was not just talk; she had indeed lost a lot of weight, and was already as thin as skin and bones.
However, Wen Mubai wasn't too surprised. Although Xu Chacha always seemed carefree and cheerful, she was always serious and meticulous when it came to serious matters. Even clients like her, who were strict with their partners, would be happy to work with her if personal relationships were taken into account.
"I'll carry you no matter how old you are. I'm the sugar daddy, so I get to decide." Xu Chacha nestled in her neck and laughed. "The sugar daddy demands that you work out even when you're eighty and still give her a princess carry. Can you do that, Miss Wen?"
"That depends on whether my sugar daddy's coffers are enough to support me until I'm eighty," Wen Mubai retorted without changing his expression.
"Yes, I will. I work very hard to earn money." Xu Chacha opened her mouth and took a piece of soft flesh from the side of her neck. "You can't escape, you canary in your cage."
...
After all the trouble, Wen Mubai finally delivered his little darling to the scene before the agreed time.
Once on set, Xu Chacha was noticeably more docile, all her wild and unruly behavior subsided, and she kept calling the makeup artist "pretty sister," making the makeup artist's cheekbones bulge.
"Little sister, your skin is so good, there are no blemishes even up close."
"Sister too." Xu Chacha opened her eyes and smiled at her. "What perfume are you wearing? It smells so good."
"When I bought scented candles before, they gave me a sample. I thought the scent was nice and I plan to buy a full-size one next time. I think it's a perfume from Hsu's. If you like it, I'll take a picture and send it to you when I get back."
"Ah, I know, their perfumes are indeed of very high quality. I use a few myself, and I can recommend them to you." When talking about her own perfumes, Xu Chacha immediately started recommending them, chattering away non-stop.
Her quick wit and sharp tongue were so sharp that even Wen's father would regret not hiring her into the marketing department.
To match the theme of Lele Ice, Xu Chacha's makeup today was more youthful. A light layer of powder was swept on her nose and apple cheeks, and after a layer of peach-pink lipstick, the makeup artist added a layer of shimmery lip gloss, making her lips look full and moisturized.
"Sister, your drawing is amazing!" Xu Chacha never hesitated to praise people.
The makeup artist, captivated by her bright, sparkling eyes, felt an inexplicable surge of maternal affection. "It's because you have a good foundation that it's easy for me to do your makeup. If you want me to do your makeup again in the future, I'll give you a 50% discount."
"Okay! Sister is so kind," Xu Chacha said sweetly.
Xu Chacha went out to wait after finishing her makeup. Soon after, Tang Doudou also arrived. The two of them were wearing pink and blue dresses, which perfectly matched the two new flavors of Lele Ice.
Tang Doudou was wearing a pink dress, her braids were tied into pigtails, and she wore strawberry hair accessories. Normally, at her age, dressing like this would definitely make her look like she was trying to look younger.
However, Tang Doudou is known as the nation's little sister, and her appearance is naturally doll-like with a face full of collagen, so this outfit doesn't look out of place at all.
Xu Chacha had her hair down, and her blue dress accentuated her fresh and clean look. Her two long, snow-white legs seemed to glow in the sunlight, making people dizzy.
Tang Doudou saw her open her arms again, wanting to pounce on her, but her manager grabbed her and said, "Behave yourself, get back to work."
"Oh, I see." Tang Doudou pouted. Although this agent was not very old, he was very strict with her and could be more frightening than the headmaster when he got angry.
Their shooting assignment for today is a 15-second commercial and one individual and one couple promotional photo to be printed on product packaging.
Xu Chacha arrived early and was already having her personal photos taken. The director originally intended to have Tang Doudou come first, so that Xu Chacha, who had little work experience, could learn something from the sidelines.
Xu Chacha offered to give it a try first, not wanting to delay everyone's filming time.
The result was that she transformed as soon as she stepped on stage, displaying a level of skill comparable to a professional model.
The one she was holding was a blueberry-flavored crispy popsicle. Underneath the crispy chocolate coating was a layer of rich blueberry jam, mixed with a vanilla filling at the very bottom. The combination of the three flavors made for a rich taste, and the combination of jam and chocolate also prevented it from being too cloying.
Xu Chacha leaned gently against the flower stand prepared by the props team, turned her face slightly to the side, held up the crispy popsicle, and then gently lowered her head. The light touch resembled a lover's kiss. A breeze blew, pulling her hair and intertwining it with the lilies by the flower stand, enhancing the soft and tender feeling of the scene.
The photographer asked her to change her pose, so Xu Chacha shifted the angle of her hand holding the popsicle slightly, and her gaze turned to the camera. Her slight smile blended with the style of the entire set, and her smiling eyes made people wonder if the popsicle really tasted as delicious as it seemed.
The photographer who pointed the lens at her was like a jeweler who had encountered a rare and expensive gem, eager to record every single change in her every frame.
Someone nearby whispered, "These days, even models with such high quality can only work as amateur models?"
The person next to him secretly gave Wen Mubai a look, "What wild model? The former editor-in-chief of HN personally picked him up and dropped him off. He probably just doesn't care about those modeling agencies because he doesn't want to sign with them."
"Oh my god...it's Wen Mubai! He's so handsome!"
Knowing it was filming day, the product manager arrived late and watched from the sidelines. When she saw the familiar face standing there like a pillar, she walked over and said, "Oh, what brings you here, Teacher Wen?"
"Manager Chen, it's been a long time." Wen Mubai crossed his arms, his gaze still fixed on Xu Chacha. "Where's the wind you were talking about?"
Following Wen Mubai's gaze, Chen Jingli quickly spotted Xu Chacha taking personal photos. "I have such good taste. How could this face not be photogenic? Those old men used to argue with me, insisting on using some kind of internet celebrity."
"Agreed, Manager Chen certainly has a good eye."
"You should have said earlier that she was someone you knew. That young lady wouldn't have needed to go through an interview."
Wen Mubai shook his head. "She looks well-behaved, but she has quite a temper. If she knew I was giving her preferential treatment, she might throw a tantrum at me."
"Hey, something's not right. How do you know her so well?" Chen Jingli turned her head, about to tease Wen Mubai, but then she saw the faint teeth marks on her neck, and her eyes immediately became ambiguous. "Ah... so it turns out that Teacher Wen has finally blossomed."
Wen Mubai turned his head and raised an eyebrow at her in confusion.
"Cover it up next time," Chen Jingli pointed to her neck. "I never thought you'd pull this trick."
There are many hardworking and down-to-earth people in the modeling industry, but there are also quite a few who engage in unspoken rules. Or rather, every industry has such unwritten rules. To exaggerate, it is not uncommon for some photographers to change female companions every week.
But Wen Mubai has been in the industry for so many years and has never been interested in men or women. He has never even been rumored to have a girlfriend or a romantic interest. She once suspected that Wen Mubai had already renounced all emotions and desires and was preparing to become a monk.
You've misunderstood.
"Oh, sorry, I spoke too quickly. Well then, I wish you a long and happy life." Chen Jingli thought she had offended Wen Mubai with her words.
"That's outrageous."
"Rebellion...rebellion?"
What does that mean? What does "reversed" mean? In a matter of seconds, Chen Jingli's brain cells nearly died. This "reversed" couldn't be what she thought it was...
The success rate of the photos was so high that the photographer didn't even have to ask for a few poses before raising his hand to indicate that it was okay, and he seemed very satisfied.
To be honest, she even considered privately shooting Xu Chacha in a different style. She always felt that her angelic, flawless face was more in line with the dark and impactful theme. Just thinking about this combination made her so excited that she couldn't sleep at night.
Xu Chacha bowed to the staff and photographers around her, then her expression changed, and she ran happily towards Wen Mubai.
"How was the filming? Is it okay?"
"Very well shot."
Xu Chacha was truly happy now; a thousand compliments from others couldn't compare to a single, simple compliment from the person in front of her.
"This is Manager Chen," Wen Mubai introduced the person beside him to her.
Xu Chacha extended her hand, "Hello, Manager Chen."
"Hello, hello." Chen Jingli grasped her hand. "We met once during the interview, remember?"
"A beauty like you is someone I would never forget after seeing you once."
Chen Jingli immediately replied using the technique of mutual flattery, "How can I compare to you? I want to go back and praise myself for having such good judgment in keeping you here."
"Thank you for your appreciation, Manager Chen!" Xu Chacha smiled at her. "I'm so envious of AS employees. It must be so wonderful to work with a gentle and capable leader like you."
Being both a great beauty and gentle, and with Xu Chacha's sincere expression that showed no sign of flattery, Chen Jingli was made somewhat smug by her few words.
She suddenly felt like asking: "Does the rich woman still take on clients? I'm way better at handling things than that Wen Mubai!"
Chapter 51 A Set Visit
Tang Doudou took her turn to take individual photos, and the three of them sat on the side discussing the content of the short film they were going to shoot later.
Fifteen seconds isn't short, but it's not long either. This is an advertisement, not a TV drama. It's not easy to convey all the information the client wants in those few seconds in a visually appealing and aesthetically pleasing way.
"Come on, Chacha, let me explain this part. In the setup, you and DouDou are new deskmates who have just met and are feeling a bit awkward. In the middle scene, she goes out to buy ice cream and brings one back for you too. When you're eating it, you don't need to smile too sweetly; just show a slightly shy feeling. The expression you used earlier works well for this part..."
Chen Jingli's points were quite detailed, and Xu Chacha even doubted that she had studied directing professionally. She listened attentively from the side, nodding and responding from time to time.
With one person speaking and the other listening, Wen Mubai, sitting idly to the side, seemed rather lonely.
She suddenly didn't quite like the name Xu Chacha; it sounded too intimate no matter who called it that.
However, Wen Mubai didn't say anything, silently got up and went downstairs. When Xu Chacha and the others finished chatting and turned around to look at her seat and found it was empty, she hadn't even realized it yet.
Xu Chacha sent a text message asking where the person had gone.
Wen Mubai sent me a picture with the name of a certain pharmacy on it.
Xu Chacha: Are you feeling unwell? Where does it hurt? Is it because you didn't eat breakfast and your stomach hurts?
These three questions caught Wen Mubai off guard. She quickly replied by flicking her fingers.
Dear Auntie: I'll buy you medicine
Xu Chacha: I'm fine.