Their eyes met, and Lin Qiong had never felt so awkward, even if she had lived two lifetimes. In that instant, she carved out a Potala Palace from the car seat cushion.

Lin Qiong looked at the police officer, then extended a slender, white finger, pointed at Wang Cheng, and then pointed at his head.

The police officer nodded in understanding, then left a ticket and drove off.

After a while, Wang Cheng finished his reflection and looked at the wayward youth in front of him who had fallen into depravity because of money. "Tell me, what happened just now?"

"It's nothing," she said, pointing to the car window. "The police officer just gave me a ticket for illegal parking."

Wang Cheng: !!!

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You said you wanted to be alone, and asked me to talk to you later."

"..."

Half an hour after the two arrived at the filming location, Lin Qiong opened the door to get out of the car and suddenly stumbled.

Wang Cheng noticed and asked, "Why are you walking so strangely?"

Lin Qiong straightened up, looking somewhat weary as she recalled the two-kilometer run on her wedding day. "I've been doing some extreme sports these past few days."

Wang Cheng's eyes widened, and he instantly conjured up a scene of a wayward teenager sacrificing himself for money and being trampled and torn apart.

But he could only sigh deeply and ask with concern, "Are you feeling alright?"

"It's fine." Then, as if sensing something, Lin Qiong looked up at the sky, her eyes slightly narrowed in the sunlight, her voice bitter, "The southeast wind is picking up."

Wang Cheng turned around and saw this scene. The young man was facing the sunlight. The wind blew the hair on his forehead and also made the young man's clothes flutter, making his already thin figure look even more frail. His raven-feather eyelashes trembled with light, and his brows and eyes were sad and sorrowful, like a fragile object under the light.

Wang Cheng was momentarily at a loss for words to comfort the other person. He wanted to pat the other person's thin, frail shoulder, but he raised his hand and then lowered it again, finally managing to say dryly, "What's wrong?"

Lin Qiong: "If this had happened before, I wouldn't have had any food to eat."

"..."

The shooting location was a photography town in the suburbs. Niche brands like this don't have enough spare money for post-production in a photography studio, so they come to the photography town to shoot.

The photography city has a wide variety of scenes and styles; as long as you pay the rental fee for the time you need, it will be fine.

Lin Qiong was also visiting for the first time, and looked around with some curiosity.

There were quite a few people here, mostly businesses bringing models to take photos.

Wang Cheng made a phone call and then led his men to the designated location.

It is a scene laid out like a school classroom.

Lin Qiong glanced at it with some surprise, "What kind of clothes are you shooting model photos for?"

Wang Cheng froze for a moment, then laughed and said, "It's in an academic style."

The wording is quite euphemistic.

He nodded and said, "There are quite a lot of preppy clothes on the market now." He didn't think of anything else for the moment.

Until I received the large blue and white tracksuit in my hands.

"..."

Lin Qiong glanced at the other person, who guiltily turned her head away.

What brands make school uniforms?

Wang Cheng scratched his head awkwardly, "Actually, it was sold to the production team. Recently, a lot of campus dramas have started filming, and they're looking for models. It just so happens that the brand likes your cheap price... no, they like your outstanding looks."

Lin Qiong: ...

Wang Cheng thought this ancestor would get angry, but to his surprise, the other party glanced at the clothes in his hand, said nothing, and walked towards the dressing room.

Lin Qiong had previously ruined her reputation in the industry because of her bad temper, and couldn't get any decent jobs.

Even today's job was only obtained after a lot of hard work.

Lin Qiong came out of the changing room. The school uniform looked perfectly natural on her.

He was quite tall, standing at 1.82 meters. His shoulders were not as broad and sturdy as those of an adult man, but rather slightly thin. However, it was precisely because of this that the school uniform made him look even more youthful.

The brand representatives were very satisfied with the photos and then called the photographer to begin shooting.

Lin Qiong was a stage actor in her previous life, and she was excellent at controlling her emotions and managing her expressions.

The entire set of drawings only took an hour, which was much faster than I expected.

One set of photos was particularly outstanding. Lin Qiong was wearing a school uniform, with light shining from the side, filtering through her hair. Her non-aggressive appearance and upturned lips made her look like a bright and cheerful big dog.

Lin Qiong didn't expect the work to end so quickly. She turned around and went to the changing room. When she came out, she saw Wang Cheng waiting at the door.

Wang Cheng noticed Lin Qiong holding a phone and asked, "What are you doing?"

Lin Qiong: "Contact your family."

Wang Cheng silently mourned in his heart, never expecting that even if Lin Qiong came out now, she would still have to report to that old pervert.

well……

This is the price of selling one's soul for money.

Wang Cheng: "How are you feeling?"

Lin Qiong texted Fu Xingyun, reminding him to order takeout for lunch, and then replied, "It's quite an exciting first marriage."

Seeing that the other person seemed to have something to say to him, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Wang Cheng: "The merchant saw that your photos were good and thought they would add a few more outdoor shots."

As she spoke, her eyes darted around, "This time, the school uniform doesn't have to be worn so tightly. We can unbutton the collar and show our arms."

"No." Lin Qiong said without hesitation.

"The reason why school uniforms are called school uniforms is because they are clothes that all students wear in school. They represent the spirit of striving for excellence and never giving up. They are sacred garments worn in the sacred place of the classroom and should not be desecrated." Lin Qiong's small mouth began to chatter. "Besides, I am already a husband, and it is my duty to dress properly and behave myself."

Wang Cheng stared at him blankly, "Speak like a human being."

Lin Qiong: "That's a separate price."

"..."

Two hours later, the work was finished. The collaborating brand was very satisfied with the photos, and the payment was settled quickly. The money was deposited into their bank account as soon as they reached the entrance of the photography studio.

Lin Qiong glanced at it and casually transferred half of it to Wang Cheng via WeChat.

Wang Cheng stared wide-eyed in surprise, "Why did you transfer so much to me?"

They usually split the profits 30/70, with Lin Qiong getting 70% and him getting 30%, but today it's 50/50.

Lin Qiong didn't take it to heart. The two were partners in a business relationship, and although he loved money, he was still very principled when it came to professional ethics.

Just like with Fu Xingyun, he couldn't take someone's money for nothing.

The two walked out and strolled around the photography city for a while.

This photography city isn't just for taking pictures; many brand stores also sell their products here.

Lin Qiong's fluffy little head spun around like a top, and then she inadvertently spotted a shop.

She poked Wang Cheng beside her with her little finger and said, "Come on, let's go inside and have a look around."

Wang Cheng looked at the hand-knitted clothing store in front of him. This style of clothing is quite popular now. Although this brand is niche, the quality and style are very fashionable.

Wang Cheng didn't think much of it and followed them inside.

To everyone's surprise, the person went in and didn't even look at the dazzling array of clothes in the store, heading straight for the handmade blankets section.

Wang Cheng, thinking the other person hadn't seen him, quickly pulled him back, asking, "Aren't you going to buy clothes?"

Lin Qiong blinked at him and shook her head, "I'm not buying it."

"Then what are you doing in here?" Wang Cheng asked. "Going to the toilet?"

Lin Qiong pointed to the exquisitely crafted handmade carpets not far away, "I want to buy two to take home."

A look of doubt appeared in Wang Cheng's eyes.

Lin Qiong noticed this too and smiled, "My husband has some leg problems, so I was thinking of buying one to cover him up."

It's late summer now and autumn is just around the corner. Although the sun is so strong now that it's making people dizzy, the temperature can drop suddenly once autumn arrives.

Fu Xingyun lives in such a big villa by himself, with no one to take care of him inside or outside. He's in a wheelchair and there's nothing to cover his legs with every day. What will happen when autumn comes?

Upon hearing this, Wang Cheng felt a sudden pang of pain in his chest. "Old-fashioned leg pain?"

Lin Qiong hesitated for a moment, then said, "Pretty much."

Wang Cheng looked at Lin Qiong, who was as young as a flower, and thought, "That old pervert still has quite a few bad habits."

Lin Qiong walked to the handmade carpet area, where there were many styles and the workmanship was exquisite.

When someone entered the store, the sales assistant followed them over.

Lin Qiong immediately took a liking to a light gray one. "How much is that?"

The sales assistant smiled and said, "Three thousand."

"Holy crap, that's so expensive!" Lin Qiong was genuinely shocked, then pointed to another one, "What about the one over there?"

"That's the new model, worth six damn bucks."

Lin Qiong: ...

He swallowed hard, and Wang Cheng quickly said, "It's so expensive, maybe we shouldn't buy it."

He pursed his lips, took out his phone and glanced at the mobile banking app. If he bought the light gray one, it would be more than enough; if he bought the new model, then this day would be like working for nothing.

Lin Qiong's gaze suddenly fell on her left hand, where there was a faint ring mark on the pad of her ring finger.

He then spoke with some difficulty, "Take that new model."

His lips trembled slightly as he spoke. He had never spent so much money on anything in his two lifetimes. He was really getting carried away.

Wang Cheng looked on incredulously, but ultimately said nothing.

It seems the other person has experienced a lot of the darker side of the world after marriage; this ancestor has actually learned to please people.

Wang Cheng then drove Lin Qiong home.

Looking at the villa area not far away, Wang Cheng felt a mix of emotions and called out to the person who was about to get out of the car, "Lin Qiong."

The other person turned to look at him. "What's wrong?"

Wang Cheng's eyes were filled with complex emotions, and his tone was admonishing, "It's not too late to regret it now. Who hasn't gone astray in their life?"

Lin Qiong slowly uttered a "?"

Wang Cheng continued, "You're not truly happy right now; your marriage is just a momentary impulse."

Lin Qiong: "That's true to some extent."

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Wang Cheng continued, "Is there someone you can't forget?"

Lin Qiong's expression changed upon hearing this. "Of course there is."

"Since you have someone in your heart, then follow your heart. If you have someone else in your heart, it's a betrayal of your partner."

Lin Qiong looked troubled. "But I can't forget him at all, not even when I die."

Very well, seeing that he had influenced the man, Wang Cheng prepared to stand on the moral high ground and push him further, "If you can't get a divorce, you must forget about it!"

"How can you expect me to forget?!"

Lin Qiong also became agitated, her thin chest heaving with emotion, her voice filled with a heart-wrenching wail, "He fucking owes me money!"