Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

The people at the scene were also enjoying the show. They exchanged glances, all relieved. Serving these wealthy and powerful families was a nerve-wracking job; money wasn't easy to earn, and sometimes one wrong step could lead to disaster.

Therefore, they conduct detailed research on their clients. There was a rumor that the woman was pregnant when they got married, and the man was forced into the marriage, but he miscarried before the wedding even took place.

The filming schedule has been repeatedly postponed, and if they don't start filming soon, it won't be ready in time, since post-production also takes time. Therefore, they're speculating whether the wedding itself might have to be canceled.

Then we received a notification that the bride had recovered from her miscarriage and the photoshoot could continue.

Seeing them today, I realized that the rumors were indeed true; they seemed to have a pretty good relationship.

Meanwhile, the photographer with the camera had already pointed it at them, and before the staff could even react, the camera had already recorded their every move.

There's no need to deliberately adjust the camera; these two are just as good-looking as models, and every frame seems to capture their essence perfectly.

No filters or enhancements needed.

The photography assistant came over, peeked at the photos taken by the photographer, and smiled, "With these looks, post-production will be so much easier."

The photographer laughed, recalling a couple he'd photographed last time. The woman was really unattractive, yet she kept complaining that the photos weren't good enough, that her body looked too fat, her face too big, and her eyes too small…

The photographer almost threw his equipment and stormed off, so in the end, the post-production team had to painstakingly edit the photos, trying to make them look beautiful while preserving the original features...

The photography team was very well prepared. Knowing that both of them were very busy, all the shooting plans and styling were decided in advance, so there was no need for further discussion. They could start shooting immediately after styling, without wasting any time.

The photo shoot went smoothly, except that Fu Jingting looked a little annoyed by the extra requests he received.

Men generally don't feel anything about taking pictures; as soon as the camera is set up in front of them, their faces become solemn and dignified.

The photography assistant was a young girl. Seeing that the photographer's face had also fallen, she had no choice but to go and tell Fu Jingting that this was not an ID photo, so he didn't need to be so serious. He should smile and have a more natural expression.

The man frowned. "Don't expect me to cooperate with you; you have to cooperate with me."

Upon hearing his words, Xu Qingcheng couldn't help but look up, struggling to suppress her laughter.

The way he used such domineering CEO language was surprisingly fitting.

The man noticed her expression, reached out and flicked her forehead. "What's with that expression?"

"No." Xu Qingcheng covered her forehead and laughed. "How could you be like this?"

He raised an eyebrow. "What about me?"

"so."

She mimicked his serious expression, which made Fu Jingting chuckle, and he reached out to pinch her cheek.

The photographer waved to his assistant, telling him not to block the lens, while simultaneously snapping away with his camera.

Xu Qingcheng pulled away his hand that was pinching her face, straightened his shirt, looked up at him, and smiled slightly, "I never thought we'd take wedding photos together, but if I say I'm happy, will you think I'm lying?"

"I've lied to you a lot, but not today." Xu Qingcheng smiled, tugged at his clothes, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. "If you're not used to it, don't like it, or don't want to, just cooperate with me."

Her eyes light up when she smiles; it's so pure.

This was probably something Fu Jingting had never imagined. This woman, who had been ridiculed countless times in Ancheng's high society, was only known for her beauty and sex appeal.

So pure and without any impurities, he couldn't bear to look at it for a moment.

……

Tang Kejia wore a white embroidered cheongsam, handmade and custom-made, with beautiful embroidery blooming on the woman's body.

Her hair was styled in a braid and she wore makeup. Her features were regular, not particularly exquisite, but they were dignified and suited her well-dressed.

Dignified and elegant, aloof and superior.

When Wei Xiao came in, Tang Kejia was standing in front of the mirror examining herself, scrutinizing every detail, down to the wrinkles around her waist.

"Miss Tang, you look so beautiful in a cheongsam!" Wei Xiao's eyes were filled with undisguised amazement. It wasn't flattery; she genuinely thought you looked stunning. "I always see you in high-fashion modern clothes, but I never imagined you could suit the charm of traditional Chinese style so well."

"For Easterners, most of the things from our ancestors are suitable." Tang Kejia listened to the praise, a hint of a smile appearing in her eyes. She raised her chin slightly, and an unintentional disdain was revealed in her eyes.

She wasn't in a hurry to find out about him, but she didn't expect to hear news about him meeting the woman's parents. In the photo, he had his arm around the woman's waist, and his eyes revealed an undisguised desire for her.

He likes Chinese style, food, home decoration, or even women's... cheongsams.

Or perhaps, through Xu Qingcheng, he is observing others.

After seeing Xu Qingcheng's photo, Tang Kejia felt a strange sense of superiority.

Wei Xiao looked at her and recalled that when she reported to Tang Kejia about Fu Jingting's upcoming marriage, her expression was cold, but she suddenly smiled when she saw Xu Qingcheng's photo.

Tang Kejia frowned and asked her, "Wei Xiao, does she look like me?"

You know what, it really does look like it.

It's not that they look alike, it's the feeling.

The one in the cheongsam looks even more like it.

Tang Kejia put on her shawl and went out, not letting Wei Xiao follow her.

She called Fu Jingting after getting into the car, her voice as calm and composed as ever, "Jingting, you haven't sent me the address yet. I'm getting ready to go now."

Fu Jingting glanced at the time and then told him the location, "There's a coffee shop nearby, you can go there first."

"It's alright, you go ahead with your work. I haven't been to Ancheng in a long time, so I'll take a stroll around," Tang Kejia replied calmly.

Xu Qingcheng changed into a dress and came out. She took most of the solo shots, while Fu Jingting only agreed to take photos in a suit. He refused all other photos unless he was with her.

He did cooperate with her, but that was all; he didn't listen to anything else.

He had changed his clothes and was holding his phone, seemingly lost in thought.

Xu Qingcheng came over, lifting the hem of her skirt. "Why did you change your clothes?"

"The Tang family has sent people over first, and I need to meet with them first," Fu Jingting briefly informed him.

"The Tang family of Jincheng?"

"Um."

Just as Xu Qingcheng was about to say something more, Fu Jingting's driver came over and said, "Second Young Master, Miss Tang has arrived."

The driver pointed behind him.

Fu Jingting turned his head and glanced at it, his brows furrowing.

Xu Qingcheng looked over and saw a woman standing not far away, graceful and poised. She was neither too far nor too close, but Xu Qingcheng could see her clearly.

A cheongsam hugged the woman's graceful figure, and her deliberately styled charm swayed in the air.

Xu Qingcheng couldn't help but narrow her eyes. She looked directly at the woman, who seemed to be looking at her as well, smiling from afar. The distance was still far; if she were closer, Xu Qingcheng would definitely have noticed the subtle provocation in the woman's eyes.

The Tang family of Jincheng. The Tang family that was arranged to marry the eldest brother holds a prominent position in Jincheng, but the head of the family is a womanizer and has many illegitimate children.

However, the most outstanding member of the Tang family now is not Tang Kaiji's son, but his illegitimate daughter, Tang Kejia.

But why did the Tang family choose to meet with Fu Jingting instead of their eldest brother?!

The doubt vanished in an instant. The photography assistant came over to ask about the next group's shoot, and Xu Qingcheng turned her gaze back to him.

"You take the photos first, wait for me for half an hour." Fu Jingting looked at Xu Qingcheng, and only after she nodded did the man step out.

In the sunlight, Tang Kejia saw him walking towards her. She covered her eyebrows with her hand and looked at him against the light. The man's outline was outlined in a deep light, but because of the backlight, she could not see his face clearly.

She waited until he was very close, until he finally stood in front of her, and his handsome face was clearly imprinted in her eyes.

Tang Kejia smiled and spoke first, "The place you chose is nice, perfect for taking photos. I arrived early, and seeing the photography equipment here, I guessed it was for you, so I wandered over. Am I taking up your time? Our appointment time hasn't started yet, you can go ahead and do your work."

Her words were perfectly comprehensive, without a single flaw.

Fu Jingting's gaze swept over her, lingering for a moment before he looked away, his tone polite yet distant. "Since Miss Tang has arrived, how can I be slow to treat you? But I only have twenty minutes; my wife is still waiting for me."

"Heh." Tang Kejia suddenly laughed. "When you talk to me, you mention your wife within three sentences. I didn't expect you to care about her so much."

As she spoke, her tone abruptly shifted, becoming sharp and direct: "So, should I trust you?"