Eldest Senior Sister Became a Sensation After Being Blacklisted Online - Chapter 32

Lisa shifted sideways, her lips moving slightly, when she suddenly felt a chill. Song Cheng’s voice immediately cut through the air: “Take your time to answer if you need to.”

Lisa: “……”

Never seen such a blatant threat before.

She didn’t want to compromise, but Song Cheng’s gaze was too intimidating. She could only force out a stiff reply: “We can adjust it again.”

“Then I’ll take that as a ‘no nudity,'” Song Cheng said with a tight smile, glancing at Lisa before striding toward the room Liu Zimang had entered.

Only after Song Cheng had walked away did the suffocating pressure lift. Lisa, shaken, patted her chest in lingering fear. When she met the gaze of a nearby staff member, she raised an eyebrow to speak, but the staff member immediately averted their eyes with practiced deference.

Song Cheng entered the room and instinctively headed toward the inner chamber. As she approached the screen, the Stylist stopped her. “Please wait a moment, Teacher Song. Teacher Liu is changing inside.”

“Let her in,” Liu Zimang said calmly. “We’re both women.”

The Stylist’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she obediently stepped aside.

Song Cheng touched her nose. “I’m a bit thirsty. I’ll go find some water outside.” With that, she turned and left.

Unbeknownst to them, Liu Zimang, who was changing inside, couldn’t help but smile at their words.

She was wearing a white Hanfu, its outer robe made of sheer gauze to create a light and ethereal feel.

The stylist had prepared a crimson Hanfu for Song Cheng, its color leaning toward a deep wine red, paired with a matching red hair ribbon. Combined with Song Cheng’s powerful aura, her mere presence in the courtyard was captivating.

The feeling was subtle, a mix of awe and fear.

Lisa snapped her fingers excitedly, tearing her gaze away. “A heroic and elegant mature woman, paired with our new ‘Mature Woman Red’ lipstick—this cold, untamed vibe is absolutely stunning!”

After praising Song Cheng, Lisa turned her attention to Liu Zimang, who stood beside her, showering her with even more compliments. “When I first saw this ‘Rotten Peach Red’ shade, I knew it would be perfect for Teacher Liu. Even without any special effects, it perfectly captures that pure yet alluring essence.”

With her excitement and admiration expressed, they officially began the shoot.

Since it was Song Cheng’s first time filming, her movements were as stiff as when she first started dancing. To keep the shoot on schedule, the photographer simplified her actions. Fortunately, Song Cheng’s commanding presence ensured that even these simple movements came across powerfully on camera.

“Alright, let’s move on to the next shot,” the photographer said, stepping forward to hand Song Cheng a fan. As he explained the next movement, he personally demonstrated it with his hands. “Teacher Song, you’ll take a short running start, then leap into the air. As you jump, point the fan at the tree across from you. Keep your expression cold, and remember to look at the camera.”

With that, the photographer returned to his position, and the other crew members retreated to the sidelines, giving Song Cheng as much space as possible.

To everyone’s surprise, Song Cheng didn’t follow the photographer’s instructions. Instead of taking a running start, she simply leaped half a meter into the air. As she pointed the fan, her icy gaze and the palpable aura of menace that radiated from her sent a shiver down everyone’s spines, causing them to instinctively shrink back.

This wasn’t a mere photoshoot; it was a return to the heart of the martial arts world, with Song Cheng as its unrestrained and capricious sorceress.

The photographer was the most terrified. When Song Cheng’s icy gaze locked onto him, his entire body froze. If not for his years of professional training, which compelled him to press the shutter button despite his fear, he might have been trapped in that moment of despair, teetering on the brink of death.

After landing, Song Cheng neatly retracted the fan and turned to face the stunned crowd. “What? Was that not good?”

The crowd instinctively shook their heads, their bodies involuntarily recoiling as they sensed Song Cheng approaching.

Even Liu Zimang unconsciously tightened her grip when Song Cheng drew near. The memory of Song Cheng’s earlier performance flashed through her mind, and a sudden realization struck her: This is the real Song Cheng.

Effortlessly elegant, untamed, and radiating an aura of supreme confidence.

This discovery stirred a growing unease within her. She feared that once Song Cheng grew tired of her, she would simply turn and walk away without a second glance.

Noticing her unease, Song Cheng quickened her pace, leaned in close, and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Liu Zimang, unwilling to reveal her true thoughts, turned her head away, concealing her inner turmoil. “Nothing,” she replied. When she glanced back and saw Song Cheng’s skepticism, she quickly changed the subject. “It’s time to switch scenes. Should we go change with the stylist?”

“Alright!”

After the Ancient Style shoot, it was time for the modern makeup.

The stylist applied a peach blossom makeup look on Liu Zimang, explaining that Lisa had specifically requested it. The lipstick they would use was a unique peach-pink shade—distinct from ordinary peach tones, this hue carried a hint of orange. When applied, it instantly brightened Liu Zimang’s complexion. Combined with the peach blossom makeup, it perfectly captured the fluttering heart of a young woman in the throes of first love, making Song Cheng want to whisk her away on the spot.

But the stylist didn’t give her a chance, forcibly pulling her into the makeup chair.

“Teacher Song, you might have to work a bit harder today,” Lisa said, opening the lipstick set to reveal twelve tubes. She picked up the one designed for layering and continued, “This shade is SL’s first attempt at catering to fans’ layering needs. To give them a clear visual, you’ll need to try on all the shades here.”

“Don’t worry about the styling, Teacher Song,” the stylist added. “I’ll coordinate the outfits based on how the lipsticks look in the final shots.”

Song Cheng frowned slightly. So, she’d likely need multiple makeup and styling sessions?

“We originally planned to ask Teacher Liu, but the photographer said Teacher Song’s shots would be better,” Lisa said softly, swallowing nervously. “Teacher Song is just… more relatable than Teacher Liu.”

Song Cheng: “……”

Was this a roundabout way of saying she wasn’t as attractive as Ziman?

Noticing her displeasure, Liu Zimang, who was sitting beside her, subtly shifted her chair and, under the cover of her wide sleeves, took Song Cheng’s hand.

The soft touch calmed her nerves slightly.

“You know, you’re just like a cat with its fur standing on end,” Liu Zimang whispered, suppressing a laugh. “When it’s angry, a little petting from its owner makes it all better.”

The stylist and Lisa exchanged glances at the scene, then pretended not to notice, continuing with their work.

Song Cheng found the cat comparison a bit hard to swallow. Catching Liu Zimang’s teasing eyebrow raise out of the corner of her eye, she reluctantly huffed, “Fine, a cat then. At least I’m not some dumb dog wagging its tail to please its master.”

Her grudging concession filled Liu Zimang with a sense of triumph, her eyes curving into crescents.

It was precisely this relaxed state that earned Song Cheng high praise from the photographer, who wrapped up the shoot in no time.

Next, it was Song Cheng’s turn to shine. From a uniquely styled punk look to a sharply tailored suit, she effortlessly commanded each ensemble, her aura growing more formidable with every change.

After reviewing the photos, Lisa ultimately decided to pair Song Cheng in the striking suit with Liu Zimang, who exuded youthful charm. Following the photographer’s instructions, Song Cheng tilted her head slightly and lifted Liu Zimang’s chin with her index finger.

Looking into Song Cheng’s dark, clear eyes, Liu Zimang found herself involuntarily drawn in. Before the photographer could speak, she gazed at Song Cheng with a shy, tender look, her heart pounding wildly.

Song Cheng’s appearance wasn’t particularly striking in the beauty-saturated entertainment industry, but her effortless charm and untamed spirit captivated Liu Zimang deeply. Even the slightest movement from Song Cheng could stir her emotions.

Song Cheng’s unconditional protectiveness and understanding had given her the warmth she had always craved. How could she not be moved by such a person? How could she not love her?

The photographer snapped his fingers excitedly. “That’s the feeling! Hold it!”

Liu Zimang’s cheeks flushed slightly, blooming like delicate peach blossoms. Song Cheng unconsciously swallowed, her gaze drawn to those soft, coral-pink lips. Her body leaned closer almost involuntarily.

Her breath, warm and uneven, brushed against Liu Zimang’s face, causing the younger woman to recoil slightly. “Everyone’s watching!” she whispered.

The words instantly snapped Song Cheng back to reality. She shifted her body, creating some distance between them, and a hint of impatience flickered across her face. “Are we done yet?”

The photographer immediately straightened up. “Okay, okay.”

The stylist hurried forward. “Teachers, please follow me. Once this final shot is done, we’ll be finished for the day.”

Song Cheng hummed in acknowledgment. She and Liu Zimang changed into crimson-red ancient costumes, both lightweight like the previous set.

Perhaps due to Song Cheng’s earlier warning to Lisa, Liu Zimang’s outfit was properly modest. However, the neckline of Song Cheng’s costume was cut rather low. To achieve the desired effect, the photographer draped a red gauze scarf across her chest. As if that wasn’t enough, he then asked her to strike a pose that was both alluring and coy.

How could she possibly do that? She immediately refused.

“Then… should we have Teacher Liu take this shot instead?” the photographer asked cautiously.

Song Cheng shot him a sharp glare. With the neckline of her costume so low, if Liu Zimang wore it, half of her chest would be exposed.

Absolutely not.

“Teacher Song, this is truly the last set. I’ve already accommodated your requests. Could you please understand our position as well?” Lisa pleaded, her expression strained.

Liu Zimang wasn’t thrilled about Song Cheng showing so much skin, but she was even more eager to see Song Cheng strike a seductive pose. Her eyes darted around before she leaned closer to Song Cheng. “If you’re really struggling, I can do it.”

Before she could finish, Song Cheng gritted her teeth and said, “I’ll cooperate.”

She stiffly lay down on the bed, curling her legs slightly as she turned to face the camera.

Liu Zimang propped her chin on one hand and lay down just below Song Cheng, tilting her head up as if about to approach her.

“Teacher Song, give me some expression! That haughty, almost-smiling look,” the photographer urged dramatically.

Song Cheng tried several times, but she couldn’t manage the expression toward Liu Zimang. The photographer seemed to give up on her, sighing before moving on to the next alternative pose.

This pose was simple: Song Cheng merely had to lift Liu Zimang’s chin with a fan, as if about to kiss her.

Staring at Liu Zimang’s crimson, delicate lips, Song Cheng suddenly found herself lost in reverie.

The photographer, ever alert to capturing the moment, immediately signaled his assistant. The assistant draped a sheer red veil over the two women’s heads. The hazy effect, combined with the flickering candlelight swaying in the breeze, gave Liu Zimang the illusion of being transported back to an ancient bridal chamber on her wedding night.

At this thought, Song Cheng’s heart began to race.

Liu Zimang was in no better state. One voice in her mind urged her to kiss Song Cheng without hesitation, regardless of the setting, while another cautioned her to remain rational, warning that Ziman might reject her if she acted impulsively.

In the end, reason prevailed over impulse. Song Cheng turned her head slightly, averting her gaze from those irresistibly alluring red lips, though her eyes kept drifting back toward Ziliu and Ziman.

Calm down, calm down, she repeated silently to herself.

“Alright, thank you both for your hard work,” she said aloud.

Hearing this, Song Cheng’s turbulent emotions showed no signs of settling. To conceal her agitation from Liu Zimang, she hurried back to the dressing room.

No sooner had she stepped inside than Liu Zimang followed, wrapping her arms around Song Cheng’s waist from behind and murmuring her name repeatedly.

Song Cheng could no longer restrain herself. She turned and pressed her lips against Liu Zimang’s.

Instead of pulling away, Liu Zimang raised her hands to encircle Song Cheng’s neck.

Song Cheng wanted to deepen the kiss, but Liu Zimang tried to push her away, forcing her to reluctantly release her grip.

Liu Zimang gasped slightly, her voice unconsciously tinged with coquettishness. “Lisa said she’s booked us a hot spring.”