I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

The moment Lin Jinyu finished speaking.

A familiar figure strolled over from the corner of the flower path not far away.

That figure, that gait, that iconic British retro three-piece suit.

It was indeed Sir Anthony Lawrence.

Gu Yan was taken aback at first, and then her back molars started to itch.

Oh shit.

How dare this bastard show his face in front of me?

They didn't say a word when they violated portrait rights, but they've completely lost their shame when it comes to winning that lousy photography award!

If Lin Jinyu hadn't seen that photo, would she have been this jealous? Would she have gone so far as to stage a kidnapping?

Ultimately, this old man should bear at least half the blame for this abduction farce!

Gu Yan watched the approaching figure and spoke with a forced smile:

"Hey, isn't this Master Anthony?"

"Long time no see."

"What a coincidence!"

He emphasized the words "very cleverly" very much.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, Gu Yan saw Sir Anthony's face clearly.

He was stunned.

That face, which should have been elegant and refined, exuding the grace of an old-fashioned British gentleman.

A bruise appeared at the corner of his left eye, a patch of red bruises on his right cheek, and a small bandage was stuck to his chin. His entire face was covered in patches of bruises, like a spilled palette.

Sir Anthony, oblivious to everything, waved enthusiastically to Gu Yan, speaking in his perpetually tongue-tied, broken Chinese:

"oh!"

"My dear Master Gu!"

"What a coincidence! Long time no see! Long time no see!"

Gu Yan was momentarily speechless.

What a coincidence!

Anyone with half a brain could see that Anthony had been lying in wait here for a while, just waiting for Lin Jinyu's call.

But the problem is.

He remembered that when the old man took photos of Cecilia and himself, he had the air of a master, holding the camera like a conductor conducting a symphony.

What's going on here?

You got put in a sack and beaten up?

Gu Yan tried to swallow back the laughter that was rising in her throat, cleared her throat, and tried her best to keep her expression calm and natural.

"Master Anthony," he said casually, "is this the latest makeup look from England?"

"I remember you weren't like this before."

Sir Anthony's lips twitched violently, and the purplish bruises trembled as well.

He subconsciously glanced at Lin Jinyu, who was looking at him with a half-smile, and his back instantly straightened. He immediately shouted.

"Oh. Yes, yes."

"This is the most popular makeup look in England right now."

"Master Gu, there's no need to worry about this."

"Time to take photos of the newlyweds! The sunset atmosphere is absolutely gorgeous today!"

He quickly changed the subject, pulled out his iconic custom Leica camera, and raised his voice.

"Really? Mr. Anthony is quite adaptable."

"If I remember correctly, it seems like before..."

Gu Yan looked at him quietly, only saying half of what she meant.

The air suddenly became quiet for a moment.

Lin Jinyu's golden eyes, which had been smiling, slowly turned cold as they turned to Sir Anthony.

Sir Anthony's face turned pale instantly.

Although the bruises were too numerous to be clearly visible, the terror in those blue eyes was almost overflowing.

"This...this...that...that..."

His tongue was tied in knots, his native language and Chinese completely mixed up, "I mean... um... Master Gu, you've got it wrong."

"You must have remembered it wrong."

"Oh God."

"Today's light is perfect."

"Sunset! Very beautiful."

"Please, you two! Stand over there."

"Yes! That's it!"

He frantically pointed to the largest starflower tree not far away, rambling incoherently, and almost dropped his camera.

Lin Jinyu stared at him for two seconds, then looked away, her smile returning to her face.

"Okay, I'll listen to Uncle Anthony."

She took Gu Yan's hand and walked gracefully towards the flowering tree.

Gu Yan also wanted to laugh, but didn't continue to make things difficult for Anthony.

......

The photo-taking process went surprisingly smoothly.

Lin Jinyu nestled in Gu Yan's arms, her long golden hair cascading over his shoulders, her beautiful face radiating a tender, contented smile.

Her hand gently rested on Gu Yan's chest, her whole being like a cat that had finally found its home, soft and dependent.

Gu Yan stood straight, her body slightly stiff, but her expression was still quite natural.

"Perfect!"

Sir Anthony squatted, stood, lay down, and looked up, pressing the shutter from every angle.

The flashbulbs popped like stars. "Oh!"

"This angle."

"marvelous."

"Master Gu, look at the camera."

"right."

"Miss Lin, please smile."

"Gentle. Very gentle."

He was so engrossed in taking pictures that it was as if the fear he had just experienced had never existed.

Just then.

Gu Yan's gaze inadvertently swept towards the shadowy area at the edge of the flower field in the distance.

His pupils contracted slightly.

There were two figures.

A tall and steady figure stood under an old locust tree. Although the light was dim, his silhouette and posture were still clearly visible.

If he remembered correctly, they were from the Pei family.

Pei Yunxiao, Pei Yuran's second uncle.

He had met Pei several times when he was at the Pei family's house.

Another one...

Gu Yan examined it closely, and her heart skipped a beat.

The figure was vaguely surrounded by several people who looked like tourists but actually exuded a powerful aura. They had white hair, but their backs were straight. They stood with their hands behind their backs, gazing into the distance.

Those eyebrows, those demeanor...

How come he looks so much like the person he once met in the Imperial Council?

Elder Zhou?

Gu Yan blinked subconsciously, wondering if she was just hallucinating because she was too tired today.

"Master Gu! Please look here!"

Sir Anthony's voice brought him back to reality.

Gu Yan withdrew her gaze and gave a slight smile to the camera.

Maybe I misread it.

The entire scenic area was arranged by Lin Zhenting.

Uncle Pei couldn't possibly be here.

It's even less likely that the elders would be involved.

The three academies only have twelve elders, which in the previous life would not be an exaggeration to say that they were at the national level.

It's impossible for him to come in person.

He collected his thoughts and continued to cooperate with the photo shoot.

......

After a while, Sir Anthony finally put down his camera with satisfaction.

"It's done! Please take a look, you two!"

He handed me the camera screen and showed me the photos one by one.

It has to be said that although this guy has a terrible personality, his skills are undeniable.

In the scene, Lin Jinyu nestled in Gu Yan's arms, her golden hair blending into the twilight, her beautiful face radiating a pure and happy smile.

Gu Yan had a graceful figure, her profile bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, and her eyes were gentle.

Behind them, the sea of ​​starlight flowers flowed with silvery-blue fluorescent light, the twilight and the flower light intertwining, like a dream.

Every frame looks like a cover shoot for a top fashion magazine.

Lin Jinyu looked at the photos very carefully, scrolling through them one by one, her smile growing wider and wider.

She looked up and, unusually, spoke to Sir Anthony.

"Thanks."

Just two words, and the tone was very flat.

Sir Anthony was stunned, as if struck by lightning, and nearly dropped his camera.

"No, you're welcome!"

He spoke very quickly, his Chinese even more difficult to pronounce, "This is what I should do."

"You two are a perfect match! Absolutely!"

Lin Jinyu tilted her head, her golden eyes quietly looking at him:

"Am I that scary?"

"no."

"Absolutely not."

"It is the greatest honor of my life, Anthony Lawrence, to have met such a kind and beautiful lady!"

Sir Anthony shook his head frantically, his face blurring into a blur.

Lin Jinyu nodded in satisfaction and looked away.

Then she turned to Gu Yan, her smile still gentle, but her golden eyes flashed with a light that sent chills down Gu Yan's spine.

"Xiao Yan."

"Um?"

"Me and that white-haired bitch..."

She paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately, her tone as gentle as if she were asking what they were having for dinner.

"Who do you think looks better in a photo with you?"

Gu Yan: "…………"

Sir Anthony silently took three steps back and hid himself in the shadows of the flower bushes.