spring bite mark

Chapter 76 Differential Treatment
Photo studio.

Jiang Rong, who arrived first, was given a severe dressing-down by the photography team.

"What do you mean by not taking pictures of faces and wanting the images to be abstracted? Are you even going to take any pictures or not? A bunch of nonsensical requirements. You might as well just find an artist to draw an abstract version!"

Top photographer Eircy said with a dark face, "Not showing your face? If your face is ugly, then find someone who looks good in photos. International superstars don't hide anything from me. If you Muchan don't want to be photographed, just say so. Don't cause trouble here!"

Jiang Rong explained awkwardly, "Don't worry, even if our spokesperson only has a side profile shot, it will still be very photogenic."

Eircy glanced at her watch: "Everyone who comes here to shoot claims their artist is photogenic from every angle. Stop talking nonsense. There are still ten minutes until three o'clock. Where are your people?"

Jiang Rong glanced around. Several sections of the studio were still in the middle of filming. He coughed lightly and said, "Wait until your team is finished. My spokesperson's status is a bit special, so we need to clear the area."

Eircy: "...Even the world's top luxury brand ambassadors wouldn't make such an absurd request. Our team has seen all kinds of big stars, so don't worry, they won't be fixated on your artist."

Jiang Rong paused for two seconds: "Let's clear the area, we'll pay more."

ten minutes later.

Several luxury cars were parked in front of the photography studio.

A dozen bodyguards came out and scanned the studio. Jiang Rong didn't dare look at Eircy's extremely gloomy expression and said softly:

“All irrelevant people have been removed. Chairman Yan can come in directly.”

The bodyguards nodded slightly and stepped out, standing respectfully in two rows. The car door of the Night's Voice, surrounded in the very center, opened, and Yan Changye, with a casual yet slightly arrogant expression, stepped out with Jiang Manman.

Immediately behind him, Ayla and Shanshan got out of another luxury car carrying large bags and followed him into the photography studio.

The photographer's initially disdainful expression vanished when he saw Yan Changye entering against the light, and he stood there stunned for a long while.

Then, the sound of gasps for air conditioning echoed throughout the studio.

The photographer ignored his team members, who seemed completely unsophisticated, and his tone was infinitely gentler than when he spoke to Jiang Rong:
"Is this today's spokesperson?"

Yan Changye glanced at the photographer with his peach blossom eyes, his exquisite and alluring features carrying a hint of agitation: "I can't wait two hours, I'll only give you half an hour."

“No problem, no problem, we’re professional enough!” Eircy’s gaze swept over his face and body for a while, her eyes growing brighter and brighter.

Jiang Manman spoke up from the side: "We only need one photo, and we require that your face not be shown. Shouldn't my assistant have told you this beforehand?"

“No problem, absolutely no problem.” Eircy couldn’t help but look at Yan Changye for a while longer, and tentatively asked, “I wonder which company’s artist you are? With your looks and demeanor, you should be a top-tier celebrity in the entertainment industry, and I have never seen you before.”

Jiang Manman explained gently, "I'm not in the entertainment industry. I would appreciate it if Mr. Eircy could take a better picture for me, since I might not be able to get him to do it again next time."

Yan Changye smiled faintly and turned his head to look at Jiang Manman with affection: "What are you saying, Madam? When have I ever refused your request?"

"Alright, put away your arrogant attitude and cooperate with the photographer." Eircy couldn't wait any longer. She took a deep breath and spoke as if she were talking to an ancestor, her tone incredibly kind: "Come on, come with me over there to get your hair and makeup done."

Yan Changye followed him to the styling area. The stylist's hand holding the comb trembled slightly; before he even touched Yan Changye's hair, Eircy had already whispered instructions again:
"Be gentle, don't pull our guest's hair and hurt him. Be careful with his makeup later too, his skin is good enough, don't use foundation, since we won't be filming his face. Don't do any eye makeup either, he looks good enough, don't overdo it."

The stylist swallowed hard: "No, otherwise I'll take him to change his clothes..."

Eircy's gaze fell on Yan Changye, who was sitting leisurely in a chair. Yan Changye had planned to come to Muchan this afternoon to accompany Jiang Manman. He had asked his personal stylist team to do his look according to the date. He was wearing a sexy low-V black shirt that subtly revealed his sexy skin, with a stylish belted smoky gray casual suit on top, along with a high-end belt, cufflinks, and a century-old men's necklace from a certain brand. He perfectly embodied the combination of restraint and fashion.

Eircy paused for two seconds: "He doesn't need to change his clothes. What he's wearing today suits his temperament better than any of the clothes we have."

The stylist also has a sharp eye; the moment they saw Yan Changye's outfit, they were already silently pricing it in their mind:
The shirt, a high-end custom design from a certain brand, is one of only three available worldwide, priced at 1.88 million; the jacket, a handcrafted custom design by an internationally renowned master, is one of only one in the world, and was featured on the homepage of a luxury goods website for three days. It is not for sale, and the master himself said that it was specially made for a super-rich individual, priced at over 3 million.

As for the extremely luxurious yet understated accessories, the limited-edition necklace alone cost eight figures...

The stylist steadied himself, his voice a little dry: "Then we won't change his clothes. Our team can't come up with anything better than what he's wearing."

Yan Changye glanced at the stylist indifferently and said casually, "If this outfit isn't suitable for the photoshoot, I'll change it. If needed, I can bring my stylist team to make sure the photos satisfy my wife."

The stylist glanced at Eircy with a questioning look.

Eircy paused, her tone softening further: "Didn't you say you only had half an hour? If I weren't in such a rush, I would certainly prefer more options. The main reason is that you're only allowed one photo. Your appearance, your figure—it's the most perfect I've ever seen. I'm also very curious about your versatility..."

Yan Changye smiled noncommittally, picked up his phone, and sent a message.

A rest area nearby.

Jiang Manman and Shanshan sat quietly, passing the time with Yan Changye's exquisite face on their side, and they didn't find it difficult to endure.

Jiang Rong, on the other hand, had been feeling restless and unsettled for quite some time.

The photographer who had been sarcastic and critical in front of him was more obedient than a grandson in front of Yan Changye. His tone became increasingly gentle, and in the short time it took to wait, he had said dozens of words of praise, asked about Yan Changye's well-being, served him tea and water, and his eyes never left Yan Changye.

Indeed, in any situation, good-looking people always have privileges.

Seeing Jiang Rong's complicated expression, Shan Shan sighed and said softly, "Isn't Eircy supposed to be hard to get along with and have a bad temper? He seems quite gentle to me!"

Jiang Rong gave a blank "hmm".

Twenty minutes later, several more luxury cars arrived.

Yan Changye's exclusive stylist team has arrived.

(End of this chapter)