Spoiled Rotten by the CEO After a Contract Marriage - Chapter 10
Chapter 10: Step on Me
This photoshoot was truly full of twists and turns. Yang Yuxiang’s usual photographer had broken his arm and couldn’t take the photos.
“Are you guys having a collective bad luck streak recently?”
The photographer whined: “Do you think I want this? My neck is stiff from having my arm in a sling all day.”
“How long will it take to heal? Mine needs to be submitted in five days. I can wait ten days for Yuntian’s set.”
“I need at least a week to recuperate. I can help you with Yuntian’s set, but you’ll probably have to find someone else for yours. Wuwu, Yàngyáng, it’s not that I don’t want to help you; I genuinely can’t.”
“Alright, alright, you rest well. I’ll order some milk tea to comfort you.”
After ordering the milk tea for him, Yang Yuxiang lay on his little sheep pillow, dejected. There were many good photographers in the community, but he was used to working with familiar people and couldn’t relax in front of strangers.
You Wenchen knocked on his door: “Yàngyáng, may I come in?”
“Please come in.” Yang Yuxiang maintained his dejected pose, even the cowlick on his head couldn’t stand up.
You Wenchen brought in a bowl of milk bird’s nest soup: “Is something bothering you?”
Yang Yuxiang smelled the fragrant milk bird’s nest soup, propped himself up, and said with a worried expression: “My photographer broke his arm. I have to find a new one.”
“Perhaps I can help you.” You Wenchen placed the bowl in his hand.
Yang Yuxiang took a sip. The sweet, smooth taste made him feel much better: “No need. I can find a photographer myself; I just don’t like working with outsiders.”
“Then what if I take the photos for you?”
Yang Yuxiang looked up at him, a layer of white milk foam still on his lips: “You take them for me? This isn’t just taking a few pictures with a phone. It requires professional equipment.”
You Wenchen pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth: “I was the president of the photography club in college. I can give it a try.”
Every year, the You family set aside time for a family trip. You Wenchen, as a child, acted as a temporary assistant, following his parents with a small camera to take pictures. It slowly became a habit, and when he went to college, he casually joined a club and somehow became the president.
He showed Yang Yuxiang some of his previous work: “Take a look and see if it’s suitable. If not, I can also contact more professional photographers for you.”
“Wow, yes, yes! You’re amazing. You can do everything.” Yang Yuxiang looked at him with admiration. You Wenchen was like Superman, always appearing when he was needed.
With Yang Yuxiang’s praise, You Wenchen felt that his years of photography practice were not in vain.
Yang Yuxiang finished the bird’s nest soup, jumped off the bed, and said: “I’ll go get the outfit. Let’s try shooting in the living room.”
Originally, this should have been shot in a professional studio, but You Wenchen had previously renovated the house to create an atmosphere full of ‘ACGN’ (Anime, Comic, Game, Novel) vibes to please Yang Yuxiang. They could achieve the right ambiance by shooting at home.
“Okay, take your time. No rush.”
Yang Yuxiang took out his cosplay outfit. Since it was just a test shoot, he didn’t spend much time on makeup. After applying some simple lipstick, he went downstairs.
You Wenchen had just finished wiping his camera. He turned around and saw Yang Yuxiang, his eyes filled with hidden passion.
The official company knew what players liked to see. The character design was already suggestive, but the cosplay outfit’s design was even more so. The upper body was a modified pure black tube top, covered by a red vest. Before putting it on, it looked normal, but once worn, it exposed Yang Yuxiang’s defined abs and collarbones. The lower body was three-inch shorts, with a string of black and red bells tied around his ankles. It looked okay at first glance, but the pose required lifting the leg, which could easily expose too much.
You Wenchen was relieved that he was the one taking the photos. If it were anyone else, he didn’t know how jealous he would be.
“Does it look good?” Yang Yuxiang twirled around in front of him.
“It looks great.” You Wenchen pretended to wipe the lens, afraid that one more look would expose his inner thoughts.
Yang Yuxiang pulled open the curtains. The sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window onto his body. He shone brightly even without foundation.
You Wenchen looked down, starting to worry that he might be exposed because Yang Yuxiang was too good-looking.
“Let’s shoot a set of pictures first. If it works, we’ll take the official photos tomorrow.” Yang Yuxiang took out some props provided by the official company and took a few photos with simple poses.
You Wenchen focused on taking the pictures, and each one pleasantly surprised Yang Yuxiang.
“I wish I had known you were this good. I would have put on makeup earlier. Your technique is so good; there’s no need for post-production editing.”
“It’s not my technique that’s good; it’s you who is beautiful.” You Wenchen’s gaze never left him.
Yang Yuxiang had heard this kind of praise countless times and should have been immune, but when You Wenchen’s voice said it, he felt very shy.
“Don’t just blindly praise me. There are a few more poses that are a bit… well… see if you can take them.” Yang Yuxiang brought up the character pose chart for him to see.
One pose required the photographer to lie on the ground and focus on capturing Yang Yuxiang’s long legs and disdainful expression. This pose might require Yang Yuxiang to step on You Wenchen.
Yang Yuxiang was worried that You Wenchen might find the pose offensive and nervously observed his expression. If You Wenchen showed any sign of displeasure or difficulty, he would drop the idea.
Instead of difficulty, he saw a hint of… excitement?
You Wenchen, skilled at concealing his true emotions, quickly hid his true feelings, maintaining a calm expression: “Of course we can take it. Why not?”
“I might have to step on you,” Yang Yuxiang said awkwardly.
“It’s fine. It’s just for a photo.”
It was evident why President Chen was someone who had seen it all. Even though he was thrilled to the point of flying to the clouds, his expression remained light and airy: “It’s fine.”
Since he said so, Yang Yuxiang stopped being coy: “Shall we try?”
“Mhm.” You Wenchen found the angle and voluntarily lay down on the floor.
Yang Yuxiang initially tried stepping elsewhere to see if he could achieve the desired effect. You Wenchen could take the shot, but he refused to.
After struggling back and forth several times, You Wenchen finally spoke his mind: “Let’s stick to the original setting. It’s really fine.”
Yang Yuxiang gathered his courage and slowly placed his foot on his chest.
At this moment, he was extremely grateful that his feet didn’t stink. His little feet were pale and tender, which was at least better than being dark and dirty.
You Wenchen gritted his back teeth, his expression normal, repeatedly chanting “Calm down, calm down.”
“Yàngyáng, the ingredients at the market are very fresh today. Auntie will cook you something delicious tonight.” Auntie Li, the cook, entered the room with her shopping basket and greeted Yang Yuxiang when she saw him in the living room.
She took a step closer and realized You Wenchen was lying on the floor. Auntie Li’s eyes immediately became complicated. Young people these days… Why couldn’t they go back to the bedroom in broad daylight?
Yang Yuxiang was startled by her appearance and hurriedly pulled his foot back: “Auntie Li, we… Ouch!”
He stumbled, losing his balance and falling backward uncontrollably.
You Wenchen tossed the equipment worth hundreds of thousands aside and reached out to catch him.
“Are you alright?”
Yang Yuxiang moved his left foot and gasped: “It hurts. I think I twisted it.”
You Wenchen picked him up and carried him back to the room: “Auntie Li, call the doctor.”
Yang Yuxiang wanted to cry but had no tears. No way. He had just talked about the photographer and Yuntian’s bad luck causing them to break their legs, and now it was his turn.
You Wenchen placed him on the bed, not daring to touch the injury easily: “The doctor will be here soon.”
Yang Yuxiang tried to move his ankle, and the pain made him break out in a cold sweat: “I didn’t break a bone, did I?”
You Wenchen couldn’t say for sure. Seeing how much pain he was in, he didn’t think much of it and hugged him: “There, there, Yàngyáng. Just bear with it a little longer.”
As soon as Yang Yuxiang leaned against him, the pain seemed to lessen. That touch, woo-hoo~
No wonder his cousin, Mu Junyu, constantly posted on his moments that “big chests are a man’s best dowry.” It really was true.