Chapter 150: Chapter 91: The Two’s Appellations
While he was at it, Chen Yuan took many photos of Mili as well.
Mili was very obedient. She sat when he told her to sit and lay on her tummy when he told her to.
He had her crawl in a little circle, snapping many candid shots.
This time, Jiang Wanyi changed into a gray camisole that was long enough to look like a bodycon dress.
"How should we shoot this outfit?"
"Put her in her little stroller. You go to the kitchen and make her a bottle. Let her watch you, and you look back at her."
"That’s a great idea."
Jiang Wanyi quickly understood Chen Yuan’s vision, and the shoot for this outfit went even more smoothly.
"Are you tired?" Chen Yuan asked Wanyi.
"A woman has infinite energy when she’s having her picture taken. How about you? Can you keep up?"
"My energy is even more infinite."
"Let’s keep going. We’ll finish all the indoor shots today, then tomorrow we can just get some casual shots outside."
"Okay."
"Go change into your cheongsam. We can’t just do this casual, at-home style," Chen Yuan said.
"When she’s older, we can show these to her so she knows just how beautiful her mother was when she was young."
Chen Yuan really knew how to make her feel special.
"You watch her for a minute. I’m going to go change."
"Maybe do something with your hair this time. Make it look a little more put-together, not so casual."
"I know what kind of style you’re going for. I’ll redo my makeup, too."
"Okay."
Jiang Wanyi left, and Chen Yuan stayed behind to take more pictures of Mili.
This time it took a while. He waited for over half an hour before Jiang Wanyi finally came out.
"I just bought this one. It’s quite beautiful, isn’t it?"
Chen Yuan was stunned by Jiang Wanyi’s cheongsam. It was adorned with colorful embroidery.
Her full bust, slender waist, and shapely hips created a silhouette like rolling hills, perfectly accentuating her gentle, feminine beauty.
Chen Yuan gave her a thumbs-up.
"Nice. Don’t move."
He fired the shutter several times, capturing a few quick shots.
Next, it was time for shots of mother and daughter. Jiang Wanyi sat in a chair holding Mili, whose eyes were fixed on her mother, completely still.
"Why are you staring at Mommy? Don’t you recognize me anymore?"
"Maybe she really doesn’t. You’ve left her starstruck."
Chen Yuan raised his camera. "Hold that pose."
He took a flurry of shots from different angles, then brought the camera over to show Jiang Wanyi.
"I’m running out of compliments, so I’ll just stop."
"Just remember to give me a good review, boss. And be sure to hire me for your next shoot."
"Deal."
After finishing the shots of the mother and daughter, Chen Yuan had Jiang Wanyi stand by the window.
"Copy my pose. Keep your expression composed. Just imagine you’re in the Empire State Building, masterminding a hundred-billion-dollar project. Try to channel that feeling of holding the world in the palm of your hand."
Jiang Wanyi laughed at his suggestion. "I’ll have to put on some more lipstick. I need red lips to really get into that headspace."
"Go for it."
She picked up the lipstick and expertly applied it. The vibrant red changed her entire aura, even giving her the air of a mob boss’s wife.
"Look out at the city lights. Channel that feeling."
Jiang Wanyi tried to make her expression cold and detached.
Chen Yuan raised his camera. ’When someone’s this beautiful, you can’t take a bad picture.’
"Don’t move. I want to take a wide shot to get your legs in the frame."
"Don’t get my legs. I’m not wearing any stockings, so they’ll look fat."
"A white cheongsam wouldn’t look good with black stockings, and nude ones wouldn’t even be noticeable. It looks great just like this."
Ignoring Jiang Wanyi’s protests, Chen Yuan snapped a few more photos.
The last outfit was the dark green cheongsam.
"I won’t hold her for the pictures in this outfit."
Jiang Wanyi looked at Chen Yuan, a little embarrassed. She chose her words carefully before saying tentatively,
"For this set, I was hoping to go for something... a little sexier."
It was only natural for a woman to want to feel sexy. Chen Yuan understood completely and was very supportive.
’The photoshoot might be free since we’re friends,’ he thought, ’but a man’s got to get some food for the soul, right?’
"What are you staring at?"
"This cheongsam doesn’t have a high slit. I was just thinking about how to shoot it to make it look sexy."
Jiang Wanyi gave a mysterious smile. "Let me show you something interesting."
She bent over, felt around the slit, and found a hidden zipper. She pulled it all the way up to her upper thigh.
What was once an ordinary cheongsam instantly transformed into a sexy, high-slit version.
"Now that’s what I’m talking about."
"I’ll show you something else interesting."
Jiang Wanyi went to the kitchen and, to his surprise, came back with a pair of black stockings.
"You had this planned all along, didn’t you?"
"I wasn’t planning on shooting this kind of style at first. But when I was looking for reference photos online, I saw some other moms had taken pictures like this, and I wanted to give it a try. So I bought a pair on a whim."
"Do you have high heels?"
"Of course I do."
Jiang Wanyi went to the shoe cabinet and took out two pairs of high heels. The styles were very similar; one pair was nude, and the other was black.
Before Jiang Wanyi could even ask, Chen Yuan said immediately,
"The black ones."
Looking at the two pairs of shoes in her hands, Jiang Wanyi realized that Chen Yuan seemed to have a thing for black.
Then again, black was undeniably sexier.
"I don’t really know how to pose for this kind of thing. You’ll have to direct me."
’Oh, I’m an expert at this,’ he thought.
’Train an army for a thousand days to use it for a single hour. The time to display my true talents has finally arrived.’
"Go put on the black stockings."
"On my way."
Jiang Wanyi went back to her room. When she emerged again, her legs were sheathed in black stockings.
In all the time he’d known her, this was the first time he’d seen her dressed like this. Her usual gentle, graceful aura was diminished, replaced by something far more sensual.
’Is this supposed to be a test of my self-control?’
’This is too much!’
Stared at by Chen Yuan’s intense gaze, Jiang Wanyi blushed. She looked down at her own legs, then brushed a loose strand of hair back.