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Zhou Muzhi seemed to sense it too, and she froze on the spot.

She glanced down at her own.

boom!!!

Zhou Muzhi's brain exploded into a blinding white light!

In this private, dimly lit photography studio.

Facing students holding professional cameras.

Shame! Despair!

Tears welled up in Zhou Muzhi's eyes.

She let out a desperate cry, hugged herself, curled up into a ball, buried her face in her knees, and began to tremble violently.

"Please stop filming...please...please stop filming..."

"Waaaaah... Turn it off... Smash the camera..."

An average guy would be terrified in this situation.

Wang Ye remained unfazed. He casually turned off the camera and placed the expensive portrait lens on the solid wood coffee table next to him.

He casually pulled out a whole box of wet wipes and then tore off a clean, large cashmere blanket from the dressing room.

Wang Ye reached out and, without saying a word, pulled Zhou Muzhi, who was curled up in a ball, into his arms.

The cashmere blanket instantly wrapped Zhou Muzhi's trembling, damp body completely.

Wang Ye's large hand reached through the blanket and gently stroked her disheveled long hair, his tone calm and gentle, without a trace of mockery.

"Why are you crying?"

"It's just a normal phenomenon."

"Being a mother is the greatest thing in the world, it's not like I've done anything shameful or disgraceful."

Zhou Muzhi, who was in his arms, trembled.

She lifted her stunningly beautiful face, her makeup ruined by tears, her eyelashes glistening with tears, her eyes filled with disbelief, astonishment, and confusion.

She originally thought that Wang Ye would use this as leverage to mercilessly mock and humiliate her.

But this man had a broad, warm chest, and his voice was as steady as a mountain.

Wang Ye pulled out a wet wipe and gently wiped away the tear stains from the corner of her eyes, then revealed a familiar mischievous smile.

"But Teacher Zhou, your food reserves are a bit too plentiful."

"If this were made into a short film, it would probably be difficult to pass the censorship process."

"What do we do now?"

"Should I go buy you an electric one, or... should I, the director, personally embody the spirit of Lei Feng and manually help you with the emergency response and defrosting?"

Zhou Muzhi's originally pale face suddenly turned so red it was almost as if it were about to bleed.

She bit her lower lip, looking at Wang Ye's handsome face, which was both playful and extremely aggressive.

The last line of defense in my heart collapsed at this moment.

She did not push Wang Ye away.

Instead, she pressed her flushed face tightly against Wang Ye's firm chest, her voice barely audible, trembling with sobs.

"Wang Ye...you're a devil..."

"help me……"

……

Wang Ye experienced what it's like to be a citizen of the motherland.

……

Inside the underground studio, warm yellow spotlights quietly shone on the wooden couch.

The originally elegant, fitted dark green velvet cheongsam had long since been ruthlessly torn to shreds, after all, the battle had been quite intense.

Wang Ye handed her one of his oversized black hoodies.

"Wear this!"

Zhou Muzhi bit her lower lip and took the men's sweatshirt that exuded a sunny and refreshing vibe.

She quickly put it on.

Zhou Muzhi kept her head down, fixing her hair, and didn't dare to look Wang Ye in the eye.

Wang Ye was also getting dressed at that moment.

The absurd scene that had just occurred on the couch kept flashing through her mind.

Wang Ye remained calm, pulled the memory card out of the camera, and casually tossed it into a drawer.

"Let's go, Teacher Zhou."

"Mission accomplished. I, the director, will personally drive you home."

Zhou Muzhi stood up in her high heels, her legs still feeling a little weak.

She gripped her handbag tightly, her voice soft.

"Don't stop at the school gate, just drop me off at the intersection outside the residential area. Address..."

Looking up, I watched as the U8 smoothly drove out of the Shunyi Central Villa District and merged into the nighttime traffic.

Wang Ye held the steering wheel with one hand and tapped the navigation on the central control screen with the other.

The destination displayed on the screen was a mid-range apartment building with an elevator in Daxing District, which had been built five or six years ago.

Wang Ye had already had someone investigate Zhou Muzhi.

Thirty-two years old, single mother.

We have a six-month-old baby girl at home, and we usually hire a live-in nanny to take care of her.

As for her ex-husband, a year ago he was driving his BMW with his mistress in the suburbs when he sped up on a highway bend and rear-ended a dump truck, dying on the spot.

The man's family not only did not offer any compensation, but even turned around and accused Zhou Muzhi of being a jinx, and tried to seize the marital property.

Zhou Muzhi immediately turned hostile, hired a lawyer, and sued the man's family until they were bankrupt, completely severing all ties.

Soft instrumental music was playing in the carriage.

Zhou Muzhi turned her head to look at the street scene outside the window, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Wang Ye."

Wang Ye raised his eyebrows.

"What, is Teacher Zhou planning to give me some extra appearance fee?"

Zhou Muzhi turned her head and glared at him with her beautiful eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"If a single word of what happened today slips out of your mouth, I'll immediately go to the registrar's office to resign, and then I'll camp out at your house every day!"

Wang Ye turned the steering wheel with one hand, a smile playing on his lips.

"Teacher Zhou can rest assured."

"I'm a tight-lipped person, and my professional ethics are stronger than a safe."

"Besides, Ms. Zhou takes care of her child all by herself, which is quite tiring. I respect all independent and strong mothers."

Upon hearing these words, Zhou Muzhi's delicate body trembled violently.

Her eyes reddened slightly, and she turned her head away to hide her embarrassment.

Since her husband's death due to infidelity and the subsequent falling out between his family and her husband's family, everyone around her has been secretly laughing at her.

Sympathetic glances are laced with barbs, and the advice of relatives hides a knife.

The only exception was the male student in front of her, who was about ten years younger than her and usually quite mischievous. His tone was devoid of any feigned pity; instead, it conveyed a sense of equal composure.

Forty minutes later, the car stopped under the sycamore tree at the entrance of the residential area.

Zhou Muzhi pushed open the car door and stepped out.

She tugged at the hem of her oversized hoodie and stood by the car window.

"I'll wash the clothes and return them to you."

Wang Ye waved his hand.

"Here, it's yours. It fits you well as loungewear."

"Teacher Zhou, go home and feed your child early. If you don't have enough money for formula, just ask me, the sports and arts committee member, for reimbursement."

"Oh, I almost forgot, we don't need to spend money on baby formula for now."

Zhou Muzhi chuckled, the heaviness in her heart dissipating considerably from these words.

"You're so good at talking."

"Hurry up and drive carefully!"

Zhou Muzhi walked briskly into the community gate in her high heels.

Wang Ye turned the car around and looked up as the U8 roared into the night.

……

Saturday morning arrived in the blink of an eye.

The sky over Beijing was cloudless.

The gates of Wang Manor, Building 19, in the Shunyi Central Villa District, were wide open.

The water from the front yard fountain shimmered in the sunlight, reflecting a dazzling light.

A black luxury Alphard van slowly pulled up under the porch.

The car door opened.

Two striking young figures jumped out of the car one after the other.

Xu An'an, who was walking in front, was wearing a bright pink cropped sleeveless knit vest.

A huge cartoon smiley face was printed in the middle, but it was stretched into a horizontal oval.

She wore a pair of light blue frayed denim shorts, and her two long, fair, and straight legs were dazzling.

Xu An'an pushed a small pink suitcase and shouted at the top of her lungs as soon as she got off the bus.

"Chairman!"

"This director has successfully served his full sentence and been released from the Beijing Institute of Fashion Technology prison!"

"Come out and greet us!"

Following behind, Su Qingyan wore a minimalist off-white cotton-linen shirt paired with high-waisted wide-leg casual pants.

Her long hair was tied in a low ponytail, and a faint smile graced her delicate and refined face, exuding a clean and refreshing aura.

The living room door was pushed open.

Wang Ye walked out wearing a refreshing pair of black shorts and a pure white vest, holding half a slice of chilled watermelon in his hand.

"What are you yelling about?"

"I could hear you shouting from far away at the gate, as if you were afraid the security guards of the community wouldn't know that our manor had hired a loud-voiced employee."

Upon seeing Wang Ye, Xu An'an swung her suitcase handle away.

She strode forward and leaped up to pounce on Wang Ye.

She wrapped her arms around Wang Ye's neck and her legs around his waist.

"Wow! I missed you so much!"

"After two weeks of military training, I'm all tanned and have lost a lot of weight!"

Wang Ye supported her body with one hand and weighed her in his arms.

"I see that you've not only not lost your weight, but the physical pressure you feel is even more intense than before."

"If you keep hanging on me, you're going to break my old back."

Xu An'an puffed out her cheeks in anger and punched Wang Ye on the shoulder with her little fist.

"Wang Ye, shut up!"

Su Qingyan dragged her suitcase up the steps, watching the two of them playfully bickering, a helpless smile playing on her lips.

"An'an, come down, Sister Qingcheng is watching."

At the entrance hall, the housekeeper, Gu Qingcheng, dressed in an elegant gray business suit, smiled and bowed slightly.

"Miss Su, Miss Xu, welcome home."

"The room has been tidied up, and chilled plum juice and sliced ​​fresh fruit are ready."

Xu An'an then jumped off Wang Ye and pulled Su Qingyan's hand to go inside.

"Let's go, let's go enjoy the air conditioning!"

……

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