Devil or Angel (GL) - Chapter 23

Ever since the male model stood next to Zhi Yu, she had been noticeably tense. Especially when asked to perform intimate poses, after several attempts, the photos looked stiff and unnatural, lacking something essential. The photographer repeatedly shook his head while reviewing the shots.

Zhi Yu stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do. She wasn’t used to posing for the camera anymore, and if it weren’t to please that brat, she wouldn’t have taken on such a stressful task on top of her usual work.

Moreover, now she had to act intimately with a stranger, which she simply couldn’t do. In the end, the photographer had no choice but to intervene himself—he walked over, placed the male model’s hand around Zhi Yu’s waist, and moved their heads close so they could gaze at each other tenderly.

“Good, keep this pose and smile!”

At first, the male model was polite, but when faced with such a stunningly beautiful woman with a devilish figure, he got bold. Using the photoshoot as an excuse, his hand on Zhi Yu’s waist grew tighter, and his body pressed closer—nearly sticking together.

Zhi Yu felt his force and intent and frowned in displeasure. Yiyang, watching the male model’s hand on Zhi Yu’s waist, felt a sharp sting in her chest. The scene wasn’t warm at all, and for some reason, she felt a bit suffocated. She ended up turning her head away to avoid looking.

“Ah…”

Feeling the male model’s increasingly inappropriate behavior, Zhi Yu deliberately tried to keep her distance. But he pressed on, his face full of lechery.

Finally, unable to bear it, Zhi Yu pushed him away. But since they were near the pool and she was wearing higher heels than usual, she lost her balance and fell backward into the water.

Hearing the scream, Yiyang immediately turned to see what had happened. Zhi Yu had fallen in, only her head above the water, struggling frantically—clearly she couldn’t swim.

Some onlookers who also couldn’t swim were panicking, and most infuriatingly, the male model nearest to her simply watched.

Yiyang immediately kicked off her shoes and dove in before the photographer could. She swam swiftly behind Zhi Yu, hugged her tightly, lifted her head above water, and then swam back.

She laid Zhi Yu flat on the ground, patting her face anxiously. “Zhi Yu, wake up! Don’t scare me!”

By now, Yiyang no longer called her “old woman” but used her name. Still, Zhi Yu didn’t respond, which made Yiyang even more anxious. She had never felt such fear before. Her only thought was that she could not let anything happen to this woman, especially because of herself.

With no response and the ambulance still not arriving, Yiyang acted. She lifted Zhi Yu’s chin, pinched her nose, opened her mouth, and started mouth-to-mouth resuscitation under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Yiyang slightly loosened Zhi Yu’s clothing and began CPR directly on her chest, ignoring whether she still had a heartbeat. Sweat and pool water dripped from Yiyang onto Zhi Yu’s face.

Two minutes later, as Yiyang prepared to give another breath, Zhi Yu slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was long eyelashes and, shockingly, a mouth pressed against her own.

“Cough, cough!” Zhi Yu coughed, spitting out the water from her stomach.

Hearing movement, Yiyang knelt and pulled her into her arms, patting her chest to help her breathe and anxiously asking, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Zhi Yu realized that the one performing CPR was that brat—essentially, they had just kissed! Seeing her wide-open neckline and Yiyang’s hand still on her chest, her face turned red as an apple.

Seeing her blush and no response, Yiyang worried she might be physically unwell after the pool incident. “Do you need to go to the hospital?” she asked again.

“No… it’s fine! I’m okay!” Zhi Yu said, gently pulling Yiyang’s hand from her chest, embarrassed.

“Are you sure? If there’s any discomfort, tell me!” Yiyang pressed. She didn’t know when she had become so fussy.

After repeated assurances from Zhi Yu that she was fine, Yiyang relaxed. She now wanted to know exactly what had happened. Turning to the photographer, she asked, “What happened just now? How did she suddenly fall into the water during the shoot?”

“Well…” The photographer glanced at the male model, who hesitated and wouldn’t speak.

Yiyang, noticing his eyes flick toward the model, suspected he was involved. She called Liu Ma to support Zhi Yu and stood up. Her legs were numb, so she paused before walking toward the man.

“What exactly happened? You were right there and didn’t help!”

“It’s not my fault. She fell by accident. I didn’t help because I can’t swim either. That’s not on me!” The male model looked innocent.

“You’re a grown man and can’t swim?” Yiyang looked skeptical.

The photographer, unable to bear it, whispered the truth in the boss’s ear. Upon hearing it, Yiyang’s veins bulged, her face darkened, and seconds later, she punched the man in the face. “Scumbag!”

Everyone around froze. Yiyang nonchalantly shook her hand and turned to Zhi Yu. The male model fell into the pool after being punched.

He called for help, but no one assisted, since at nearly 190 cm, he could easily stand in the pool. Only after reminders from fellow models did he awkwardly stand and yell at Yiyang, “We’ll sue you through our company lawyer!”

Yiyang smirked devilishly. “Fine. I’ll be ready. Let’s see who sues who!”

She walked over to Zhi Yu, noticing her shivering and sneezing. She took her from Liu Ma’s hands, holding her horizontally and carried her to the company car.

“Oh, Xiao Zhou, if the ambulance arrives, tell them to leave. Pay if necessary, and remind them how slow they are,” she instructed the secretary.

The entire rescue was secretly recorded by the secretary and sent to the front desk at home. Seeing Yiyang’s heroics, the receptionist fangirled: “Wow, the boss is so cool! Truly a hero saving a beauty! Looks like the boss’s second spring is coming!”

Yiyang, sensing this attention, sneezed. She carried Zhi Yu into the car, called the secretary to bring a set of clothes, and got two towels from the staff.

Once prepared, she instructed the secretary to use a reflector to shield the windshield. Outside, no one could see in—the car now had only the two of them.

“Take off your clothes. Dry your underwear before putting it back on. You just recovered from a cold—don’t catch it again.” Yiyang turned on the AC as she spoke.

Zhi Yu hesitated, reluctant to undress. Seeing this, Yiyang approached and removed her dress despite her struggles. “Woman, I’ve seen you before. Are you shy or afraid I’ll eat you up?”

“I…” Zhi Yu, now in just her underwear, hugged her chest, unable to move.

“Do you want me to help, or will you do it yourself?” Yiyang teased, less than 1 cm from her face.

Feeling Yiyang’s breath and hands close, Zhi Yu turned away and removed her underwear herself. Just then, Yiyang handed her a towel.

“Quick, wipe yourself. Stay here to dry off while I grab my clothes from the trunk.”

After Yiyang left, Zhi Yu finally relaxed. Her heart had been tense, and she didn’t know why she felt so uneasy and her heart raced around the brat.

Soon, Yiyang returned, changed into dry clothes, and smiled at Zhi Yu, who still had her back turned. He changed out of his wet clothes into a T-shirt.

Yiyang called the secretary: “Xiao Zhou, tell them to wrap up. Also, contact the other company’s manager to come to my office tomorrow for a discussion.”

“Got it!”