Wedding photos
It's another weekend, and you're sitting in your study, frowning as you keep clicking on the computer screen.
Chen Peiyuan came in to bring you coffee. Seeing your worried expression, he frowned, thinking there was some problem with the new store. He was about to say a few words of comfort when you saw him and your eyes lit up. You quickly turned your notebook to face him.
He leaned closer and saw several wedding dress pictures on the computer screen, in various colors and styles, which dazzled him.
He looked at you with a face full of questions, not understanding why you were suddenly interested in this.
When you see his clueless attitude, you know that his family hasn't told him about this, and you sigh.
"A few days ago, my mom called me and said she had arranged a place for us to take wedding photos." Heaven knows, while you were busy with the opening of your new store, your mother had already chosen a location for your photoshoot.
When Chen Peiyuan heard about this, he immediately looked at your expression. Seeing that you were not acting strangely, he felt relieved.
"Lanlan, what do you think?" Chen Peiyuan placed the coffee on the table.
Hearing his words, it seemed he wanted to understand your thoughts. You turned your wheelchair to face him, as if somewhat puzzled by his question, and softly asked, "Do my thoughts still matter?"
Ultimately, this wedding is nothing more than a conflict of interests between the two of you. The marriage partner, the engagement ceremony, and the entire wedding process are all according to everyone's expectations. Do your ideas and Chen Peiyuan's ideas matter?
Chen Peiyuan's eyes were red. "Lanlan, your thoughts are important." He lowered his eyes and pointed to the wedding dresses. "Lanlan, I hope you like them. If we can't choose the beginning or the outcome, then I think you enjoyed the process. Like these, if you don't like them, we'll change them."
You frowned, slammed your pen on the table, and said, "Chen Peiyuan, I don't care about any of this. Your thoughts and mine won't affect the final result. The process is none of our business." Wait, you paused, then looked at him sharply, as if remembering something. "Or do you not want to continue?" you asked. Then your face turned cold. "Chen Peiyuan, we've come this far. If you dare to run away, don't blame me for turning on you."
Wait, not understanding why the topic suddenly shifted, he blinked, trying to catch up with your train of thought, wanting to explain that he didn't think that way, "Lanlan, I didn't..." His brows furrowed, his eyes reddened, and mist welled up in his eyes, forming a tear that was about to fall.
Seeing that he was about to cry, you interrupted him coldly, "That's for the best. Get out, I have things to do." After saying that, you turned to face the computer and didn't look at him again.
He watched you close the page with the wedding dress on the computer, his mind went blank, all the words stuck in his throat, neither coming out nor coming out. Reason told him he should leave, but he was holding his breath, stubbornly standing still, refusing to move forward or backward.
At first, you were just saying things in anger while working, but gradually you really got into it. After you finished, it was almost seven o'clock. You closed the last document, leaned back in your chair, exhaled, rubbed your eyes, and watched the light in the room gradually dim. You didn't intend to turn on the light; you planned to rest for a while and then go out.
Suddenly, a pair of hands came from behind and replaced yours. You widened your eyes and hurriedly looked back. Before you knew it, Chen Peiyuan had come up behind you, his hands pressed on your temples, staring at you eerily. In the dim room, he looked like a resentful male ghost staring at you, which was quite creepy.
When he looked at you, you got goosebumps all over your body. You thought it was a ghost and you trembled with fear.
You asked him, your face pale, "How could you be so scary? You suddenly appeared behind me; I thought there was a ghost."
Chen Peiyuan didn't expect to scare you. He lowered his hand and mumbled, "I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to help you relax."
"Relax," he said, but something about that sounded strange. You looked at him suspiciously for a while, but the room was completely dark by then, and you couldn't see his expression. So you gave up and chose to believe him.
Chen Peiyuan came to call you for dinner. You nodded, then, thinking that the room was dark and he might not have seen your movements, you hummed in response.
After finishing your meal, you silently washed the dishes, returned to your room, and ultimately fell silent.
You both tacitly avoided mentioning what happened before. That's how the adult world is. If you don't bring it up, he won't talk about it either, and that's considered the past. But is it really over? You both know that it's a thorn buried in your hearts, and it can't withstand the slightest stimulation.
You sit in your office, reading a message from your mother. She seems satisfied with the two wedding dress styles you chose, and you secretly breathe a sigh of relief. After all, this was a big deal for you, and now that it's settled, you feel half at ease.
Once you've decided on the wedding dress style, the next important step is to take your wedding photos in advance.
The next day, you and Chen Peiyuan got off the plane and rushed to the filming location with the team in charge. The two of you were surrounded and went into a room to put on makeup and change clothes.
When you came out wearing the first dress from the photoshoot, everyone present gasped. The bride was absolutely stunning.
Chen Peiyuan was already standing to the side waiting. The moment he saw you, his eyes lit up, a look of amazement flashing across his eyes. He took two steps forward and gave a gentlemanly bow.
You saw him too, dressed in a white suit with a black tie, standing in the crowd like a handsome prince on a white horse waiting for his princess.
The prince strode forward with elegant steps, bowed, and raised his right hand with his palm facing upward. You smiled and placed your hand on top of his. The people around you couldn't help but applaud, as if they were truly witnessing the wedding of a prince and princess.
The first dress we photographed today was a white, off-the-shoulder, fully rhinestone-encrusted gown. A diamond necklace adorned her slender neck, shimmering subtly. Further down, the soft, openwork fabric accentuated her alluring figure. The cinched waist made the fabric cling tightly to her body, with rhinestones encircling her three times, revealing her slim waist and sparkling glitter. The diamonds extended all the way to the hem of the skirt, the voluminous skirt rising and falling with her steps, shimmering dazzlingly in the sunlight.
"Closer, closer."
"The prince placed his hand on it a little, oh yes, don't be shy."
"Okay, that's a good pose, hold it."
With the clicking and flash of cameras, you painstakingly finished taking the first set of photos, and now it's time for a break.
Why is it described as difficult? You sit to the side, holding up your skirt, while the makeup artist wipes away excess sweat and frantically applies powder to your face. The stylist sews up the unsuitable waistline with needle and thread. You tilt your head back and cooperate with their movements, your mind filled with the scene of taking photos with Chen Peiyuan on the lawn just now.
At first, you posed as instructed by the photographer, but he kept circling around you with his camera, shaking his head as he did so, as if trying to find the perfect spot. Your smile became increasingly stiff, and you felt Chen Peiyuan's hands on your shoulders and waist tighten. His hot breath pressed tightly against your skin, impossible to shake off or break free from. You grew more and more nervous. You took a deep breath, gazed into the distance, and told yourself it was okay, it was just taking some photos with Chen Peiyuan, nothing serious.
Chen Peiyuan also tensed up, gritting his teeth as he posed. When you looked up, you could see his ears under his hair, which were as red as drops of blood. His hand on your waist was also trembling slightly. You opened your eyes, wondering if he was nervous or had a germaphobia. At this moment, the photographer spoke up.
"Stop!" The photographer finally paused, and the two of you breathed a sigh of relief, as if you had just survived a calamity.
"Mr. Chen, we've been shooting for quite a while. Should we take a break? It's hot; please be careful not to get heatstroke." The photographer came running over, panting. He wiped the sweat from his forehead; he had been shooting for almost an hour and was already drenched in sweat.
You stand still, your assistant holding an umbrella over your head, and say to the photographer who runs towards you, "I'd like to see the pictures we just took, is that alright?"
The photographer kept wiping the camera with a tissue, nodding as he handed it to you, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"Just say what you want to say." You took the photos and started flipping through them, but couldn't help but frown. You didn't know if it was because of your poor performance or the photographer's technique, but you hardly saw any finished photos. In several photos, you were both smiling stiffly at each other, each looking into the distance. It felt like two statues, standing next to each other but never meeting each other's eyes.
Seeing the photographer's troubled expression, you lowered your eyes; it's probably your own problem.
The photographer subtly pointed out that the interaction between you two wasn't strong. You and Chen Peiyuan exchanged a knowing glance before looking away, your eyes darting away. The photographer immediately understood that the two didn't look like a couple deeply in love at all. However, he still upheld his professional ethics and tried his best to create a more engaging atmosphere, which resulted in a difficult set of photos.
"Ms. Chen, tilt your chin up slightly." The makeup artist's voice pulled you back to reality. You looked at the azure sky, wondering what the other was doing. While the makeup artist was looking down to find something, your eyes involuntarily drifted to the other side.
Chen Peiyuan was talking to the photographer in the distance. He had his back to you, so you didn't know what they were talking about. You could only see the photographer's uncontrollable smile and constant thumbs-up, accompanied by laughter. Clearly, the two were having a very pleasant conversation.
Perhaps Chen Peiyuan has come up with a good idea. You pursed your lipstick, looked at yourself in the mirror, and smiled. Yes, you almost forgot. Chen Peiyuan is the legendary smiling fox. No matter what kind of predicament he is in, he can solve it. Let alone this little thing.
"Lanlan!"
Someone calls you, and you reflexively look over. Chen Peiyuan, smiling, stands in the sunlight and calls out to you.
"Come quick! Lanlan, run!"
You immediately stood up, as if on command, and ran towards him. The people around you stared in disbelief as you started running. By the time they realized what was happening, you had already run a meter away. They hurriedly chased after you, a large group following in your direction, unaware that the photographer in the distance had raised his camera, aimed in your direction, and quietly pressed the shutter.
"Click".
A flash of light appeared suddenly and then vanished in an instant.
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