CHAPTER 662: CHAPTER 561: DO NOT DISTURB ME

Unassuming and uncomplicated among many, she simply lifted her skirt when asked to do so with openness.

Zhang Qing flipped through the photos from the previous set, not looking up, and pointed to the side, saying to Wen Qiao, "Find a place to rest, touch up your makeup, change clothes, and shoot the next set."

"Okay."

Jiang Yao came forward and asked Wen Qiao if she wanted something to eat since she hadn’t had breakfast. Wen Qiao waved her hand, "No, it would take too much time. We’ll talk about it at noon."

Seeing Wen Qiao’s insistence, Jiang Yao did not try to persuade her further.

Surrounded by a ring of professional lights at the photoshoot, heat blistered her face. The makeup artist applied a layer of loose powder to her face, styled her hair in big waves for the next outfit of white clothes, removed the tail ends of her upturned eyeliner, and toned down the intense red on her lips, completely transforming her style from head to toe.

She had just been a glamorous red rose, now she was a blooming white rose.

While touching up her makeup, the makeup artist warmly explained, "Director Zhang Qing may seem a bit indifferent, but she doesn’t put on airs. Spend some more time with her, and you’ll understand. She seldom praises anyone. Being told ’not bad’ by her means it really is very good."

"Really?" Wen Qiao squinted one eye and closed the other, "I’m already happy not to have held anyone back, I wouldn’t dare claim it’s very good."

The makeup artist laughed, "It really is good, don’t put too much pressure on yourself."

"Okay."

During the touch-up, Fu Jinghen called. Wen Qiao smiled apologetically at the makeup artist, "May I take this call first?"

"Sure, I’ll wait outside, just call me when you’re done."

"Okay."

After the makeup artist left, Wen Qiao picked up the call, "What’s up?"

"How much longer until you’re done?"

Wen Qiao checked the time—it had been only an hour and a half since they started, and she had heard that Zhang Qing was punctual and would not encroach on resting time.

Still, Fu Jinghen really was becoming clingier.

"It ends at twelve, so it’ll be a while."

"Okay, then I’ll come pick you up."

Wen Qiao quickly added, "Just wait for me in the parking lot! Don’t come over."

Fu Jinghen paused, "Okay."

Hearing his familiar tone, Wen Qiao knew he was overthinking again, but since they hadn’t made their relationship official and couldn’t go public with it, that wasn’t the reason she didn’t want Fu Jinghen to come down.

"If you come over, I won’t be able to concentrate, so please don’t disturb me while I’m working."

"Okay."

Fu Jinghen’s tone was noticeably more cheerful now.

"Then I won’t keep you any longer, I need to continue with my makeup."

After hanging up, Wen Qiao called the makeup artist back inside to continue the work that had been interrupted.

When Wen Qiao returned to the studio after changing clothes and makeup, an incident that couldn’t quite be called unexpected had occurred.

Here’s what happened: while Wen Qiao was changing, Zhang Qing was reviewing the freshly shot photos on the computer. Five minutes before Wen Qiao’s return, a group of unknown people suddenly barged into the studio.

They carried several thermal boxes, and as the studio staff approached to ask questions, before they received an answer, Meng Meng walked in arm-in-arm with a man.

The man looked to be in his thirties, of average appearance, slightly overweight, with a wallet under his arm and a large gold ring on his index finger that was bright enough to dazzle the eye.