After a wealthy woman went bankrupt, her live-in husband became her sugar daddy.

Chapter 57 Are these the only things on your mind?

Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But the next second, Liang Xiaorou added, "The contract can be torn up, but you probably won't have this kind of opportunity to get high commissions in the future."

I couldn't help but hesitate, and my heart became increasingly conflicted.

Thinking about the high commission in the contract.

I forced myself to answer, "I'll wear it!"

Only after I agreed did Liang Xiaorou show a satisfied expression.

She casually grabbed an outfit from the clothes rack and tossed it to me, saying in a sarcastic tone, "I hope you do a good job shooting today and don't disappoint me."

She then left the photography studio.

When I arrived at the fitting room, I looked at the thin fabric in my hand and hesitated for a moment.

I don't know how long I pondered before I finally managed to put that set of underwear on.

I felt very uncomfortable looking at myself in the mirror, and it took me a long time to muster the courage to come out.

When the photographer saw me, he immediately directed me to strike various alluring poses for the camera.

That intense feeling of discomfort kept spreading through my mind.

I awkwardly posed, but I couldn't achieve the effect the photographer wanted.

Seeing my clumsiness, the photographer lost his temper and coldly reminded me, "Since you've taken on this lingerie endorsement, be more relaxed with your movements and don't waste everyone's time."

I subconsciously lowered my head, took a deep breath, and amplified my movements.

But it was still not satisfactory.

The photographer gradually lost patience and walked directly towards me.

He reached out and helped me pose, and even personally taught me what expressions to use.

"If the filming is still not good, we'll replace the actor."

Upon hearing this, I immediately felt a sense of crisis.

We can't just let this hard-won opportunity to make money slip away.

I tried my best to ignore the camera and the photographer, and changed several poses in succession.

Seeing that I was getting into the swing of things, the photographer's brows gradually relaxed.

The photographer adjusted the lighting, placed the lens directly in front of me, and gave instructions in a deep voice.

Place your hands on your face, raise your arms as high as possible, and give me a seductive look.

After an hour or two of practice, I gradually grasped the key points of the expression.

During the subsequent shoot, I gradually got into the swing of things and changed into several sets of underwear.

After smoothly integrating into the shoot, I dispelled that initial discomfort and showcased my physical advantages.

Gradually, the photographer moved closer and closer to me, constantly snapping photos of various details.

"Come on, let me help you change positions a few times."

He approached me with the camera in hand, but his hand kept reaching deep into my thigh.

This move doesn't seem to be simple.

I deliberately stepped back to avoid contact with him as much as possible.

But he took advantage of the situation and pressed closer to me.

Looking at his sleazy and greasy appearance, I felt utterly disgusted.

I don't know where I got the courage, but I pushed him away forcefully and made up an excuse.

"It's getting late, I need to go home."

Without giving the photographer a chance to react, I slipped away from the studio as if my feet were greased.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the photography studio didn't catch up.

Just as I changed my clothes and left, I caught a glimpse of his gloomy eyes out of the corner of my eye.

It was already 10 p.m. when I left Liang Xiaorou's company.

The street was eerily quiet, and I instinctively wrapped my coat tighter around myself.

As I walked forward with my head down, I always felt like someone was following me from behind.

I looked back every few steps, but I didn't see anyone.

Is it my imagination?

No! I clearly heard a faint footstep just now.

This kind of gaze that hides deep within is the most terrifying.

I immediately quickened my pace, my heart pounding with fear.

However, the footsteps grew closer and clearer.

I was so frightened that I trembled all over and clutched the bag in my arms as I ran forward.

The next second, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist from behind.

The sudden contact terrified me so much that I lost my mind.

Instinctively, I grabbed my bag, closed my eyes, and started smashing it against the person in front of me.

But for some reason, no matter how hard I tried, the person wouldn't let go.

I increased the pressure on my hands.

"Gu Mo, calm down. I'm Song Le."

Hearing the familiar voice, I gradually came back to my senses.

My emotions gradually calmed down.

Thank goodness it was him; I thought it was that sleazy photographer who had followed us.

Looking at the large bump on Song Le's forehead, I felt a little guilty.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were..."

I thought he was a bad guy who didn't know his own strength and was beating people to death.

Song Le smiled and comforted her, "It's okay."

"I heard you were worried about working part-time with Liang Xiaorou, so I came to check on you. How's it going today?"

He deliberately changed the subject, his words full of concern.

But how can I bring myself to say it when I think about what happened with the photographer?

I deliberately brushed it off and said, "Let me take you back and apply some medicine."

Without giving him a chance to refuse, I pulled him toward my house.

When Song Le saw that no one was home, she subconsciously asked another question.

Where are your uncle and aunt?

I forced a wry smile and replied casually, "The debt repayment date is approaching, and my parents and brother are still out there earning money right now."

Jiang Yichen still had that gentle demeanor. He leaned his head closer to me and let me apply the medicine for him.

There was only a little safflower oil at home, so I could only dip a cotton swab in the safflower oil and carefully wipe it on him.

Just then, my cell phone suddenly rang.

It was Jiang Yichen calling.

For some reason, I felt a little uneasy.

But I still answered the call, even though I was reluctant.

Before I could even speak, the other person said in a commanding tone, "Come out."

I noticed something was off about his voice, and that's when I realized he had made a lot of phone calls before that.

I couldn't help but feel nervous and asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yichen didn't say anything more, but I could feel the chill emanating from his body.

The next second, he died.

Seeing that I was in a bad mood, Song Le frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

I forced a smile and said in a low voice, "It's nothing, I'm just going out for a bit."

After saying that, I took my phone and went straight out the door.

As soon as I reached the bottom of my apartment building, I saw Jiang Yichen staring coldly in my direction.

That bad feeling kept growing in my mind.

I walked slowly toward him.

The moment we stopped at the station, a questioning voice came from the opposite direction.

Why didn't you answer all those calls I made?

Jiang Yichen stared intently at me, his gaze as if he wanted to tear me apart.

I told them the truth: "My phone was on silent, I didn't see it."

I don't think he's trying to do anything good by contacting me after get off work.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Jiang Yichen launched into a sarcastic remark, asking without hesitation, "Are you on mute or busy having an affair with that man inside?"

Seeing him slander me and Song Le like that, I immediately retorted angrily, "Is this all you think about?"