You're my wife, don't doubt it!

"Don't look at me! Look at the camera! I told you to laugh, but I didn't tell you to laugh like an idiot!" Shen Jie stomped her foot and said angrily.

Xiao Yao snapped out of his reverie and stopped his daydreaming—at this very moment, he and Shen Jie were standing in front of the red screen at "Navara Wedding Dress" taking their marriage certificate photos, facing Xiao Nie's DSLR camera.

Xiao Nie, who was in a hurry to get off work, looked dejected and helpless: "Madam, could you please stand a little closer to the men? Yes, sir, look at the camera, not your wife—smile, and make sure it's a 'slight' smile, don't make your mouth crooked! That will make you look unintelligent; Madam, your eyes are already big enough, you don't need to stare so wide; look at the camera, look at me, where are you all looking again?"

Xiao Yao and Shen Jie were wearing snow-white shirts borrowed from the store. Yu Luying stood in the corner behind the photographer, wearing the green military coat worn by educated youth, her hands tucked into her sleeves, looking out the window with her usual melancholy gaze.

You know what, Yu Luying actually looks pretty good in this, Xiao Yao thought.

I don't know why she didn't feel hot, but Xiao Yao felt burning hot all over.

Shen Jie thought this kind of thing was too bulky and unfashionable, and firmly refused. So the final compromise was that Xiao Nie brought them some proper white shirts again, but Yu Luying liked them very much and insisted on wearing them to take a picture.

It's obvious that these two people have more similar aesthetic tastes, so it's no wonder I made a mistake. Li Na stood at the door of the photography studio, feeling wronged.

Li Na hoped they wouldn't complain.

"Okay! Come on, get ready! One, two—" Xiao Nie snapped away with a series of photos.

"How was it? How was it?" Shen Jie dropped her forced smile and asked expectantly.

Xiao Nie put down the camera, hesitated for a moment, and said, "This won't work. The groom seemed to blink just now. Let's do another take."

"Ugh," Shen Jie stamped her foot again, "What's wrong with you? You've been taking pictures for half an hour, and it's either like this or like that."

“Well,” Xiao Yao said, looking aggrieved, “people have to blink, right? It just happened to be a coincidence, so how can you blame me?”

"Didn't the photographer tell you to prepare one or two photos?" Shen Jie said angrily, "You can't even take a proper two-inch photo. How am I supposed to take the full wedding photos with you later? Am I supposed to serve you for three days and three nights?! -- Alright, I'm thirsty. I'm going to the bathroom first. You can think about it yourself."

"Are you drinking it or peeing?" Xiao Yao muttered under his breath.

Shen Jie glared at him with a terrifying look, while Yu Luying burst out laughing.

Shen Jie looked at Yu Luying, who explained, "I remembered something happy."

After the short girl stormed off, Yu Luying took her hand out of her sleeve and said, "Xiao Yao, you still can't take a good picture."

As Yu Luying spoke, she walked toward the stage.

“Yes,” Xiao Yao said, scratching his head. “I’m not photogenic, always have been.”

“Relax, don’t be so serious or forced,” Yu Luying stepped onto the stairs and stood next to Xiao Yao, reaching out to adjust his posture. “Don’t think of it as a photo shoot. Just face the camera, look at it, and then be natural—”

"Do you remember our class photo from last semester? Your photo was pretty good. What were you thinking back then?"

"I didn't think much about it, I just thought it was none of my business, and then I just stood there."

"Yes, you just stand here—but don't look so disdainful, Shen Jie will kill you—okay, relax, and then, think of something that makes you happy?"

Xiao Yao thought that being able to stand here with Shen Jie and take this kind of photo was a happy thing.

“Okay, yes, that’s the expression.” Yu Luying and Xiao Nie said in unison.

Yu Luying looked at the camera: "Then, now, look at the camera, yes, that's it. When Shen Jie comes back later, you—"

The pleasant click of the top-of-the-line camera shutter echoed in the small photography studio.

"What are you doing—" Yu Luying said angrily.

Xiao Nie heard two overlapping "What are you doing—", the other one coming from the doorway.

He turned his head to look at the door and saw that the short bride had returned, with his female colleague Li Na standing next to her, lip-reading and cursing at him with a distorted expression.

"What are you two doing?" Shen Jie pointed at the two people on the stage.

"I'll adjust his expression..." "She'll help me correct my posture..."

The two of them spoke up together to explain.

"Then why did you even take pictures?" Shen Jie laughed in exasperation.

"I didn't..." "I didn't..."

“It was me,” seeing that a tragedy was about to occur, Xiao Nie decided to show his manly responsibility and bravely take charge: “It was me who saw the two of them… well, the scene and camera work were pretty good, so I couldn’t help but take a picture. It’s an occupational hazard of mine—this part is on me, for free.”

Xiao Yao felt a wave of dizziness. What did he mean by "they both have a good sense of camera presence"? Are you even worse at talking than me, or are you just looking for trouble?

"Give it to me." Shen Jie opened her palm.

Xiao Nie was stunned; he couldn't afford to pay for the machine if it broke.

"Give it to me!" Shen Jie reached out as if to snatch it.

Xiao Nie had no choice but to take the DSLR camera strap off his neck and hang it on Shen Jie.

"Who wants your camera? Film!" Shen Jie grabbed the bag and threw it back at Xiao Nie.

Xiao Nie quickly returned the film and handed it to Shen Jie—compared to a camera, film is just a consumable.

“Sister…” Yu Luying bit her lower lip and took a step forward.

Xiao Yao thought Shen Jie was going to tear the film out and ruin it by exposing it, and then throw it in his face.

Unexpectedly, she simply put the film into her bag and immediately put on a smiling face.

"Little sister," Shen Jie said with a smile, "could you come down first?"

After reluctantly finishing the photoshoot with Xiao Yao, Shen Jie, with a dark expression, left the photography studio first, no longer bothered to dwell on the quality of the photos.

Yu Luying rushed after her, walking alongside Shen Jie: "Sister, I really didn't—"

Shen Jie shook her head without saying anything, but made a gesture to stop her from continuing.

“Shen Jie,” Xiao Yao said.

"Shut up," Shen Jie said.

“Yes,” Xiao Yao said obediently.

This is definitely not because he is henpecked, afraid of his wife, henpecked, or a henpecked husband, Xiao Yao thought.

Firstly, since they were in the wrong in this whole mess, anyone would be angry.

Secondly, he had been with Shen Jie for some time now, so he could make a basic judgment about when she was easy to coax and when she was really angry.

In this situation, she's truly enraged. A wise person wouldn't fight a losing battle and should refrain from further provoking her.

If Shen Jie is still willing to continue taking these photos and pay the money after such a ridiculous incident, it already shows that her ability to control her emotions with reason surpasses that of most women in the world.

If you offend her again, she might turn around and leave, refusing to film anymore—even if it doesn't lead to a breakup, at the very least, all the effort of the day will be wasted.

A wise person knows when to yield; this is by no means a henpecked husband.

It's quite well-structured and rhymes, isn't it? Does it rhyme? Never mind, it's not important.

After convincing himself, Xiao Yao sat down with a clear conscience.

Shen Jie walked over and tossed the LV bag at him—it really was tossed, it was really heavy: "Take the bag, I'm going to pick out a wedding dress and try it on."

“Okay,” Xiao Yao hugged the LV bag with both hands and stood up eagerly, “I’ll go with you.”

"No need." Shen Jie extended a Buddha's palm.

"Sigh." Xiao Yao sat back down.

"Luying." Shen Jie stretched out her arm, gesturing for Yu Luying to take her arm. Then, the two of them followed Ms. Li, who was wearing a black suit skirt, nude stockings, and black high heels, and disappeared from Xiao Yao's sight.

Xiao Yao was a little puzzled. Since ancient times, women have been known for their infighting. For example, if you look at news reports, it's usually the wife beating up the mistress, or the "girl hurt girl," but rarely do the wife go after her husband. Shen Jie gave him the cold shoulder in front of Yu Luying, yet she continued to be close friends with Yu Luying, which puzzled him.

Thinking about how Shen Jie was inside picking out wedding dresses and trying on clothes, while he could only sit here looking at bags, Xiao Yao felt a little resentful again.

No matter what, marriage is a matter between two people, and taking wedding photos is also a matter between two people. Our right to decide is very important.

You can't say that you've arranged everything yourself, and then all I have to do is send someone out, like a pendant, to be a background decoration for you. That won't do.

It should just be a preliminary screening. Once she calms down, she'll definitely want to confirm it herself, right? Xiao Yao continued to convince himself.

correct.

Xiao Yao seemed to remember something else, and his gaze once again turned to the direction in which Shen Jie and Yu Luying's figures had disappeared.

Surely she wouldn't... deliberately send me away so she could have a private discussion with Yu Luying in a secluded corner, would she? No way, no way.

at the same time.

Navara Wedding Dress's wedding dress experience area.

"This is only a small portion of our wedding dress samples. The rest are at our indoor photography studio. We'll have you go there to choose after you sign the contract..." Ms. Li continued talking.

"Luying, look at this dress, isn't it beautiful? It suits your temperament perfectly."

"I don't really like it—sister, try on the innerwear, it suits you better." The two girls held hands, looking through the wedding dresses hanging on the tall clothes rack one by one.

“Isn’t that a bad idea?” Shen Jie tilted her head and looked at the wedding dress that Yu Luying had recommended. “No, no, it’s a bit revealing.”

"Your sister is a Puritan, isn't she?" Yu Luying meant to make a joke, but then realized it might be inappropriate: "Uh..."

Fortunately, Shen Jie didn't seem to care, and simply shook her head: "No, it's mainly him..."

Yes, him.

I don't care about him, that kind of guy.

"Let's try this one," Shen Jie said.

"Huh?" Yu Luying was taken aback.

Shen Jie didn't explain further, but instead stood on tiptoe to pick up the "somewhat revealing" wedding dress hanger, but she missed by two centimeters.