CH 40.2

Taking advantage of the clear weather, Song Anchen took Yisheng to the park first. Channing was a picky photographer. He asks for many kinds of expressions, including happiness, anger, sadness, and joy. Yisheng did not understand. Shouldn’t wedding photos be happy? Why did they need all four expressions? Channing’s explanation was: This is art.

Alright, just take it as it was for art. Yisheng put in her all, devoting herself to the art. Just one location was enough to tire her out so much she was about to collapse.

The second location was at a historic site. Channing asked them to stick to the wall and smile. The weather had already turned cold and Yisheng was so cold that her skin was purple. Song Anchen’s heart ached and after they took two photos, he had them go back home to finish their third location.

As soon as Channing entered their home, he yelled, “F̲u̲c̲k̲! It’s so spotless,” Channing touched the table. There was not a speck of dust. After that, he looked around the house, touching many things, trying to find something dirty but he was unable to. He was so shocked then he turned around to look at Yisheng, “I couldn’t tell that you were so neat and tidy.”

Yisheng instantly felt embarrassed. She could not bring herself to say that she never cleaned the house. She had only cleaned it once since she moved here. She usually helped out, but it was mainly Song Anchen. She had to say that Song Anchen does have a habit of cleanliness and resolutely does not allow furniture to have a speck of dust. The ceramic tiles must be polished, or they must be polished repeatedly. This problem of cleanliness is troublesome.

Song Anchen who was by the side did not say anything and instead stared at the staircase and said, “Take more bed photos.”

“Pft…” Yisheng almost spat out. She looked at Song Anchen’s back in shock. It was like she did not know him. Song Anchen smiled back and narrowed his slender eyes, “Are you alright, wife?”

Channing interrupted, “The bed photos I take need artistic flair.”

Yisheng glanced at Channing, “What counts as artistic flair?”

“Do you know about body art?” Channing’s expression was one of ‘you don’t even know what art is’ as he stared at Yisheng. Yisheng really wanted to vomit blood this time. She rejected him harshly, “Definitely not.”

Song Anchen walked towards Channing, “We won’t do revealing photos.”

Channing glanced at him and reluctantly said, “I’ll make an exception for the sake of Elvin this time.”

Yisheng scolded in her heart, “Make an exception. It’s obvious that he was just obscene,” She took the chance to glare at him. Unexpectedly, Channing seemed to have eyes behind his back. He turned around and looked at her in an instant, which startled her. Song Anchen chuckled, taking Yisheng into his arms, and whispered, “Don’t you know that people that do art are super sensitive? Don’t do stupid things in the future.” After he said that, he led Yisheng upstairs.

Yisheng pursed her lips and looked at the calm Song Anchen. She uneasily pulled on the corner of his clothes, “Let’s not take bed photos, it feels very perverted.”

“Oh?” Song Anchen thought about it seriously, “But when I think about being perverted for once, I feel tempted.”

Yisheng’s lips twitched and she narrowed her eyes at the harmless expression on Song Anchen’s face. Why did she end up with such a beast?

Channing seemed to be very good at taking bed photos. He knew how to choose the angle to make the effect more ‘artistic’. It was just that because they were moving about, Yisheng’s wedding dress seemed to be in the danger of slipping down.

When the two of them sat on the rattan chairs and faced each other, Channing asked Song Anchen to stand up and bend down to get close to Yisheng. Then, he asked Yisheng to raise her head and for the two of them to look at each other affectionately.

They followed Channing’s instructions, but when the two of them were looking at each other, Song Anchen’s gaze suddenly lowered to below Yisheng’s collarbone. His expression was mild but his gaze was still focused.

Yisheng also lowered her head and looked. Then, she was shocked, the wedding dress had slipped down and exposed more than half her chest, her cleavage was gradually being exposed. Song Anchen was looking down from above her, and this was undoubtedly very revealing and very tempting.

“Don’t move,” Song Anchen smiled at Yisheng and Yisheng also raised her head to look at him. The sunlight from outside the window shone between them, illuminating them and giving them a faint flow, looking very attractive. After that, they heard a click sound and the moment was captured in a photo.

“Channing, let’s end here, it’s about time,” Song Anchen walked over to Channing calmly, no longer looking at Yisheng.

Channing nodded and wanted to say goodbye to Yisheng, but he was blocked by Song Anchen. He wanted to tilt his neck and talk to her, but Song Anchen dragged him downstairs. Song Anchen said, “The stylist has been waiting for you for very long.”

Channing could not do anything and could only raise his head and say to the upper level, “Mrs. Song, goodbye.”

“Bye bye,” Yisheng who was sitting on the rattan chair did not dare to move. She was scared that if she moved, her dress would fall apart.

After Song Anchen sent Channing to the doorway, he closed the door and went upstairs. When he went upstairs, he saw that Yisheng was seated at the same spot, like a sculpture, not daring to move about.                           

Song Anchen leaned against the wall, with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He looked like was watching a good drama, “Wife, these few months, the daily massage was really not in vain. It’s much bigger and very sexy, I like it.”

Yisheng glared at him angrily but she was unable to go forward and pinch him. This man could never say nice things.

“My wife, do you want to thank me?” Song Anchen smiled and looked at Yisheng.

Yisheng gritted her teeth, “I want to skin you.”

“I understand,” Song Anchen walked towards Yisheng. Yisheng had a bad feeling and she said, “What do you want to do?”

Song Anchen had reached her side. He bent over and said in her ear, “I’m bringing you to skin me~” After he said that, he gnawed on her earlobe and reached out with his hands, carrying her up horizontally and bringing her to bed.

That dress was casually pulled by Song Anchen on the way there and it slipped off, landing on the floor alone. Yisheng screamed. Song Anchen said innocently, “I accidentally pulled on it. I didn’t expect this dress to be so easy to pull apart.”

“You’re the one who chose it,” As soon as she landed on the bed, Yisheng pulled on the quilt and wrapped her bare body up.

Song Anchen blinked in surprise before he chuckled, looking quite helpless, “I didn’t choose this.”

Yisheng’s eyes twitched. If this was not chosen. by Song Anchen, who chose it? She immediately knew who it was… who else could it be but Song Anchen’s mother. Song Anchen’s mother was the one who invited them to take wedding photos and she was the one who brought Song Anchen to the studio.

Song Anchen’s mother was indeed a warm-hearted comrade. She was helping with the ‘eugenics problem’ in the country…

Song Anchen lowered his head and gave Yisheng a gentle kiss on her forehead, whispering, “We should accept Mom’s kindness.”

Actually, the beastly Song Anchen was just finding an excuse that Yisheng could not reject.