When Shen Yiming followed Zhao Renjie into the dressing room, the bridal shop manager was respectfully holding an ironed black shirt.
Li Zishen was standing in front of a gold-framed mirror.
He raised an eyebrow and took off his white shirt, revealing his muscular upper body. His skin glowed a healthy wheat color under the lights, with smooth and powerful muscles like a perfect sculpture.
Shen Yiming couldn’t help but stare a few more times, secretly admiring.
Goodness, still so charming!
He knew that Li Zishen always kept fit, but he didn’t expect that at 30, he could still maintain such superb form. It was maddeningly admirable—so much so that even a man like him found it appealing.
Li Zishen seemed to notice Shen Yiming’s unusual gaze and his lips curved into a proud smile.
His movements were quick and nimble, without delay. Soon, he was wearing the new shirt, starting to button up, his fingers long and flexible, each movement exuding masculinity.
"What are you looking at?" Li Zishen teased.
Shen Yiming scratched his head awkwardly, "Nothing, just thinking... great physique!"
"Rare to get a compliment from you."
"Is it? Oh, mainly because I didn’t want to make you arrogant."
Though it was a makeshift dressing room set up for the convenience of the photoshoot, it was meticulously arranged, similar to a mini walk-in wardrobe.
Moments later, Li Zishen pointed, "Just came in, take a look."
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Indeed, the richer one is... the more they focus on their work!
Thinking this, while tying Li Zishen’s tie, the manager felt a newfound respect.
"Not bad, you managed to get this done so quickly, balancing photo work and everything!" Shen Yiming smiled while picking up the file bag from the black leather sofa, quickly flipping through.
Inside was a planned proposal.
Li Zishen smiled faintly and patted Shen Yiming’s shoulder, "That’s because I have you in charge, so... the old guys are afraid of losing their jobs."
So, I’ve been putting pressure on them?
"Feng Jiaming really is a talent, getting things done so fast, I have to respect that!"
"Oh? How does he compare to you?"
After saying this, Li Zishen turned and walked towards the shooting area, followed closely by the bridal shop manager, while Shen Yiming, holding the file, stood there stunned.
Looking at Li Zishen’s retreating figure, an inexplicable sense of urgency surged in his heart.
Well then, I tried my best.
Meanwhile, in another temporary dressing room, Tang Xiaowan had just hung up the phone with her assistant Tian Jiaojiao and was smiling as she walked towards the shooting area.
She loved life and equally loved her work.
Tang Xiaowan wore a short pure white wedding dress, playful and cute. The wind from the helicopter’s rotor blades fluttered her skirt, making her appear even lighter and more ethereal, like a sprite.
"Tangtang, you look... really beautiful!" Li Zishen pulled her close, his gaze intense.
"You too, so handsome!"
"Can I sweep you off your feet?"
Tang Xiaowan looked at him firmly and sweetly smiled, "I fell for you a long time ago, way back."
"Even earlier... than you."
The photographers constantly changed angles to capture every subtle emotional exchange between them. Their smiles, gazes, and embraces were all expertly captured by the photographers.
Li Ruonan, watching from the side, was also touched by this romantic scene and smiled quietly, appreciating.
Half an hour later, the shoot was over.
"Nannan, it’s your turn," Tang Xiaowan took Li Ruonan’s hand and headed straight for the helicopter.
"What? Tangtang, not..."
Just as Li Ruonan was confused, Shen Yiming, dressed in a smart white shirt and a meticulously tied tie, ran over grinning.
"A photo shoot? For us... a photo shoot?" Li Ruonan looked at Tang Xiaowan in utter surprise.
"Yes, that’s right, consider it a portrait."
"No wonder you insisted on having the makeup artist do your makeup when you were changing into your wedding dress. It turns out... well, at least you wore a dress. Thank you... Tangtang."
She was really too excited.
Makeup, changing dresses, all of it had been a carefully arranged surprise.
It was time for the photoshoot with the helicopter!
Tang Xiaowan playfully winked at Li Ruonan and then ran towards Leng Lingxiao.
"What a thoughtful little thing you are."
"By the way, weren’t we supposed to shoot on the yacht this afternoon? The sea breeze is strong, and Nannan told me she wouldn’t go. She is going home to catch up on sleep after finishing up, she told me while changing her gown."
"Are we not planning to have lunch together?"
"Maybe she’s tired, after all, she is pregnant, and it’s been a tough morning."
"Oh, well, now you can..." Leng Lingxiao paused, mischievously gazing at his little wife, "comfort the heart that feels neglected by your husband."
"I have not neglected you at all, nonsense."
"Cold or not, we’ll verify it once we get back, right?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Xiaowan’s cheeks flushed pink: "This afternoon we still have to... later... should we go to Sea Surrounding Villa or go home? Just in case..."
"Your husband will try his best... to restrain himself."
With that said, Leng Lingxiao gently lifted her in his arms and, with a triumphant face, walked towards the minivan.
Meanwhile, Cheng Shi and Wang Meijuan had also returned to Chicheng and were on their way to the Sea of Wishes. The mercenary team secretly assisting them turned around and left upon entering Huanhai Road.
"Miss already knows, why keep these two certificates, making young miss sad?"
"Let’s give them to Mr. Leng upon returning."
Wang Meijuan nodded in agreement. Through this action, she gained deeper insights into Cheng Shi’s capabilities. He was no dumb brute, quite smart indeed.
Indeed, Mei Garden did not shelter the useless.
The elderly lady picked only the best!
A few minutes later, the news of Leng Lingxiao and Tang Xiaowan’s wedding dress photoshoot quickly topped the trending searches.
#Lingxiao Group chairman and his little wife heat up the Sea of Wishes with a passionate kiss, cool helicopter serves as backdrop, reportedly to shoot a wedding dress, about 30 personnel gathered on the beach, daily fees six times the usual#
Four pictures accompanied the post, some featuring holding hands, others embracing, all captured clearly.
The online comments exploded right away.
—Wow, it’s Glamour Bridal Studio, I probably can’t even afford the fitting fee, the off-the-shoulder style is too beautiful, are those crystals or diamonds on top?
—Good lord, how much money does six times entail?
—The world of the rich is so bold, that airplane probably belongs to their own.
—Amazing figure, waist so slim!
—Leng Lingxiao’s physique is epic, literally walking hormones!
—So sweet, I want the same photoshoot.
Li Zishen stared at the trending searches on his phone, his face ashen. He had just finished a board meeting, and he was already in a poor mood due to Li Wanshan’s actions. Seeing this scene fueled his rage even further.
"Leng Lingxiao," Li Zishen muttered under his breath, his clenched fists making a cracking sound.
Hearing is one thing, seeing is another.
He thought he could control his emotions, but now it seemed Tang Xiaowan’s every frown and smile effortlessly occupied his heart.
Overcast with gloom once more, he unlocked his phone again, clicked on those photos, and magnified them once, then again.
In the photos, Tang Xiaowan appeared playful and charming, while Leng Lingxiao beside her stared at her with burning eyes, love nearly spilling out of the screen.
A tightness seized Li Zishen’s chest.
He abruptly stood up, his gaze growing colder, he slammed his office desk fiercely.
"Get the PR Director here immediately!"
The assistant nodded solemnly and left.