Chapter 194 Husband 31
Before Wen Hui could come to her senses, the monster coaxed and tricked her into coming to the door of the bridal shop.
This bridal shop had a very high review rate, and Wen Hui had considered it when choosing a wedding dress. However, because it was too far from Zheng Song's workplace, he ruled it out as a waste of time. In the end, he chose a bridal shop that was closer to his workplace and would take less time. He randomly selected two standard wedding dresses for the photoshoot...
Standing at the door of the gorgeously decorated bridal shop, Wen Hui couldn't help but think of the negotiation between the monster and Teacher Zheng Song before leaving.
He turned down some of the work and promised to send the information over in the evening, thus getting time to take wedding photos with Wen Hui during the day, which meant that Monster had to stay up late at night.
Wen Hui's eyes turned strange as she stared at the man.
No wonder she didn't realize her husband was a monster in disguise! Who could possibly suspect that a husband who diligently worked during the day, patiently helping clients sort out their emotions and answering their questions, and who spent his nights tenderly and patiently comforting his wife, was actually a monster? Could a monster have such a strong sense of social responsibility?
He'd definitely lose his job! But somehow, this monster pretending to be Zheng Song had some special abilities that made him unique, allowing him to even take on Zheng Song's job. Zheng Song is a psychologist, a graduate of a prestigious university, and not someone without a proper license could impersonate him.
"Huihui." The monster was wearing a neat suit, the light grey color made him look like a lonely and proud pine tree in the snow.
However, the expression on his face had nothing to do with arrogance. His eyes were lowered, and his pupils, faintly scarlet, were filled with anxiety. He clasped Wen Hui's wrist with his five fingers and led her towards the bridal shop with an imperceptible force.
"Let's go in..." He said in a tone that was afraid that Wen Hui would escape at the last minute, "I've already paid the deposit, it's not refundable."
An arm was placed across Wen Hui's waist, and she fell into the man's arms, and he took her to the bridal shop.
How could she not have noticed the man's thoughts? She was simply lost in thought, lost in thought. Although the man before her was a monster, Wen Hui still felt a slight sense of guilt for comparing him to Zheng Song. She couldn't help but relax and whispered, "...Don't push me, I'll walk on my own."
The monster stood up like a child who had done something wrong, looking at her helplessly.
Wen Hui tidied up the wrinkled clothes.
Looking up, she casually glanced at the man who was obviously dressed carefully. He wore a neatly ironed and smooth suit, with smooth black hair. His white shirt was slightly open at the waist, revealing his honey-colored skin. He had an alluring laziness about him.
Looking at myself again, I just put it on casually.
The monster's proposed wedding photoshoot was so sudden and rushed that Wen Hui was rushed straight to the bridal shop before she could react. Compared to the monster's formal attire, her white sweater, jeans, and sneakers seemed casual and a bit perfunctory...
Wen Hui pursed her lips, and when the monster was about to push the door in, she tugged at his sleeve to signal him to stop.
The monster turned back.
Wen Hui complained slightly, "Next time you have important decisions to make, tell me in advance. Don't pull me over like you did today and leave me unprepared!" Her voice was soft, and even with her discontent, it still felt like a spring breeze. Zheng Song stared at her intently as she continued, "...What if I didn't get enough rest yesterday and looked bad in the photos? And what about my clothes? You didn't even give me time to dress up, and yet you knew to wear a suit..."
The man listened patiently and finally understood what Wen Hui meant - was she teaching him how to be a good husband?
He said, "Hui Hui, I've written everything down. Is there anything else?"
Wen Hui's words stopped abruptly. What had he memorized? She couldn't help but look at him with confusion. The man straightened his back at her gaze and, without waiting for her to ask, took the initiative to explain, "I understand what you mean. Important decisions at home should be discussed between the two of us. I will report my ideas to you promptly and seek your approval before proceeding... And before we go out, Huihui, don't worry. I will study clothing combinations carefully. You think this outfit doesn't suit your taste, right?"
The man's eyes scanned Wen Hui's body, a confused expression on his face. "Hui Hui, you're putting me in a difficult position."
He lowered his head, his scarlet eyes approaching Wen Hui, his pupils revealing a deep sense of grievance and flattery. He said, "It's very beautiful. Huihui, what's wrong with you? Or is it that my suit doesn't match your outfit? How should I dress so that others can tell at a glance that we are a couple, Huihui?"
Wen Hui just complained casually. She felt that she should at least dress up a little when she came to the bridal shop instead of just putting on any clothes casually. But somehow, the topic of monsters deviated to such a point.
The monster's coquettish voice was heard in her ears, "Huihui is very beautiful", "Huihui, tell me what to do", "Are we husband and wife?" Wen Hui's cheeks suddenly became hot, and she quickly lowered her head and held the monster's wrist.
“… Let’s go in and take pictures quickly.”
…
Business in the bridal shop is slow.
It's deserted everywhere, no longer as lively as it used to be.
The clerk was a little too enthusiastic.
As soon as she stepped into the bridal shop, the clerk who had been waiting for customers with her chin in her hand ran over to Wen Hui, her face filled with joy. "Hello, miss! How can I help you?"
Wen Hui explained to her that it was a reservation made in the morning.
The clerk entered the phone number to check and took Wen Hui to the second floor.
Wen Hui was wary of strangers approaching. After all, monsters can shed skin, and she'd encountered more than two! Faced with the clerk's excessive enthusiasm, her nerves suddenly tightened, and she stepped back with a look of obvious resistance.
The clerk, a girl in her twenties, gave an awkward smile and explained, "Miss Wen, you misunderstood! I'm not a monster... Oops, it's just that the store hasn't had any customers in a while. Ever since the monsters arrived, no one has come to take wedding photos!"
The store was deserted. Apart from Wen Hui and "Zheng Song", there was also the clerk leading the way and the photographer watching videos on the second floor.
The clerk said embarrassedly, "Don't be fooled by the fact that there are only a few of us here. Our photographers' skills are among the best in Blue City. I can guarantee that the quality of our photos will be the same as before. It's just that some outdoor scenes cannot be filmed. After all, you, Miss Wen, are familiar with the environment outside..."
Wen Hui expressed her understanding.
The clerk asked Wen Hui to sit on a clean chair. She casually dragged one and sat next to her, holding a photography album and introducing it to her.
Wen Hui listened patiently.
In the carefully edited album, after receiving the hint from the monster, Wen Hui completely let down her guard against the clerk. Under the clerk's enthusiastic introduction, her eyes involuntarily fell on the monster.
He has been watching her all the time, Wen Hui thought silently, while her eyes, with a hint of scrutiny, shifted from the monster's face to his body.
The body of the monster was like a work of art carefully crafted by the Creator, and the skin was flawless. Zheng Song's appearance was considered handsome among men, and after being modified by the monster, it had obviously reached perfection.
The suit wrapped around a plump and seductive body with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The slightly rolled-up cuffs revealed smooth and graceful muscle lines, and the honey-colored skin exuded an alluring sheen under the dazzling crystal lights of the bridal shop.
Wen Hui couldn't help but examine her own heart.
Was it Zheng Song's superior appearance or his gentle temperament that attracted him? Regardless, people are vain and tend to like and even possess beautiful things.
The monster's fabricated appearance is more in line with Wen Hui's standards for choosing a partner. She is fragile and soft, and she had already experienced the sense of loss of being ignored in her original family. After marrying Zheng Song, the loss did not end, but became more and more intense.
The monster's arrival satisfied her needs. Embraced by the monster, its flesh and blood enveloping her feet and even her entire body, she remained silent, immersed in this strange yet remarkably solid and safe embrace.
She couldn't help but wonder—
Does the monster really exist, or is it a product of my imagination after being disappointed in my marriage?
The steaming cup of water was brought to his lips.
Wen Hui came back to her senses.
"Meihui, drink some water. Your lips are dry."
The water cup had been brought from home, and the pale pink water rippled with a few blooming rose petals. A fragrance slowly rose in the air, and Wen Hui thanked him, feeling increasingly satisfied with the monster, both in appearance and personality. Thinking of this, she looked up and smiled brightly at him.
The monster was slightly stunned.
The bridal shop wasn't entirely without danger, and he was secretly on guard, yet he couldn't help but pay attention to Wen Hui's mood. Seeing her being drawn over by the clerk, their heads leaning against each other as they discussed the photo album, he felt a surge of unspeakable emotion.
Reason told him that this was wrong.
But he couldn't control himself, his eyes were glued to Wen Hui, with a slightly aggrieved and lost expression, but she didn't even look at him! He pleaded in his heart: Look at me, look at me, look at me...
Until she stared at the men in the album in a trance.
The fingers that had smashed the crystal photo frame and torn the photos were itching slightly. Just when he wanted to say something to attract Wen Hui's attention, he noticed Wen Hui's scrutinizing gaze. He suddenly put on the expression that would most attract Wen Hui's favor. A soft light appeared in his eyes, and a smile appeared at the corners of his lips. Like the sparkling lake water in spring, his whole body exuded a gentle breath... Wen Hui really smiled with satisfaction. He took the opportunity to hand her warm rose tea, dragged a stool to squeeze next to her, and stared at her with wet eyes like a dog.
"This one isn't pretty." He pointed at the photo the clerk had praised. The jealousy that was pent up in his chest had nowhere to vent, so he could only turn it into bad behavior of belittling the photo, criticizing everything from the scenery, lighting, to the costumes.
Then he flipped through the album and said, "I like the clothes in this photo. What do you think, Huihui?"
Wen Hui started discussing the album with the monster.
The clerk couldn't get a word in, so he stood up awkwardly and moved back to the side of the photographer to give the couple enough space to choose.
The monster's eyes inadvertently passed over the photographer.
The photographer raised his collar to hide the red spots on his neck, and the clerk tilted his head to talk to the photographer.
This scene didn't stir the monster's eyes. He simply raised his eyes slightly, seeing them just as he saw the walls, flowers, and trees, with no difference at all. When his empty, dead eyes fell on his wife beside him, they suddenly became tinged with vivid colors, becoming full of affection and deep love.
The next thing went smoothly. The two entered the studio and the cameraman directed the movements. The clerk was responsible for delivering props and helping to set up the scene.
Under the spotlight, Wen Hui was as beautiful as a flower on a branch covered with raindrops. The strapless dress outlined her graceful figure, and the stacked petals of the skirt spread out layer by layer. Her skin was as white as cream, her cheeks were rosy, and she nodded and lowered her eyes, exuding a sense of tenderness and charm.
The photographer's eyes were fixed on the woman through the screen.
The red spots on the neck spread.
Suddenly, he met the man's eyes. The scarlet eyes contained crazy murderous intent and threats. The photographer's body stiffened. The severed limb that had gotten into his mouth a few days ago stopped spasming and squirming, and became so quiet that it seemed dead.
The clerk urged, "Brother Zhao, take some pictures... Miss Wen and her partner are already posing..." His voice trailed off, "Why are you just daydreaming? This is our first order since opening. If we mess it up again, we'll be broke and can't even pay the rent!"
The photographer smiled apologetically.
Direct Wen Hui and "Zheng Song" to perform movements.
Wen Hui didn't notice the eye contact between the photographer and "Zheng Song". The hand holding her waist exerted a little force and pressed her to the man's chest. He was wearing a new elegant and aristocratic suit with a collar open to his waist and sparkling diamonds on the edge, which complemented the diamonds embellishing Wen Hui's waist. The scenery was gorgeous and the dress was beautiful.
But something went wrong in the final step of the filming.
The man's voice, tinged with regret, rang in his ears: "...I shouldn't have come here." He was slightly jealous: "I don't want Huihui to be seen by others."
Wen Hui's ears felt hot from his breath, and she punched his chest. "We're taking pictures. If we weren't dressed like this, would we be wearing a cotton-padded jacket? What are you imagining?"
The man murmured, "I miss Huihui."
Wen Hui's face flushed and she avoided his gaze.
The hand on Wen Hui's waist slowly moved up, and the arm wrapped in the light-colored suit covered her shoulders and the two butterfly bones on her back that seemed to be spreading wings and about to fly. Wen Hui was pressed against his chest.
"You..." Wen Hui exclaimed, and a man's voice rang in her ears: "There's a monster, Hui Hui, he's about to come out."
Wen Hui fell silent.
He held Wen Hui's neck with one hand and protected her shoulders with the other. He tilted his head and looked at the cameraman whose face was gradually becoming abnormal. He said seriously and indifferently, "Miss, please handle this. The photographer is in a very bad condition."
The clerk covered his mouth in surprise.
She quickly apologized: "I'm sorry! I didn't know he would become like this... I'll take care of it right away! I'm really sorry, please wait a moment..." As she spoke, she picked up the chair next to her and threw it at the photographer.
Wen Hui became nervous and asked, "What's the situation?"
She was held in the monster's arms. When she opened her eyes, she could only see his chest. The clerk's wheezing was in her ears. She couldn't help but worry: "Is the photographer infected? Can she subdue the photographer? Can you...can you help her?"
The monster took off his suit and covered Wen Hui's shoulders. "Hui Hui wants me to help her?"
"...If there is no danger, please help her." Wen Hui didn't dare to look around, but just looked up at the man.
The monster nodded. "Just sit still and don't move. I'll be right back."
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