Forced Me to Regress, Huh?

To be honest, the reason Yezi agreed to model wasn’t just that she needed money.

Another part of it was her misunderstanding of Cheng Zhu, thinking he was rich and handsome.

Who from an ordinary family would spend twelve thousand yuan to bet on a scoreline? Who would have nothing to do after graduating from high school and start an e-commerce business and become their own boss? Yezi thought.

That night at the bar, she had noticed how excited Shen Minglang was, shouting that Cheng Zhu was awesome for winning over 70,000 in one night. He had even bet on a  0-0 scoreline and nailed it.

But this young man stayed so calm, not showing any real excitement, as if it were just a minor scene for him.

Moreover, they had been flirting for days. At Cheng Zhu’s level, it would be strange if she was unmoved.

Yezi had come today with the mindset of taking it one step at a time. If the mood was right, she’d play along and let things progress.

It’s not impossible. Come to think of it, it’s still a win for me, she thought on the way here.

But who would have thought that not a single spark would fly?

And it was even when she was wearing that kind of product!

Logically speaking, wearing sexy lingerie should be more seductive than being naked.

He really can’t be a couple with CEO Little Jiang, can he? Yezi, who was very confident in her figure, didn’t consume mental energy on self-doubt and directly questioned him.

And she really took what Cheng Zhu said just now to heart.

He said he’s into M? Yezi believed him.

After all, in her opinion, men generally didn’t joke about their kinks.

The photo shoot continued smoothly. Now, it was onto the last set.

And honestly, this product was quite traditional in style.

Yezi professionally changed her hairstyle and tied up her long hair to match the traditional Chinese outfit.

With the experience from earlier, the two of them were getting more in sync, and she understood the effect Cheng Zhu was aiming for, so the final set of photos went by quickly.

“Finally done.” Cheng Zhu and Yezi sat on the sofa and exhaled together.

The photo shoot had lasted four hours.

In the traditional Chinese outfit with her hair up, Yezi exuded a unique charm. One word—lush!

“That’s a wrap. Four hours and six minutes in total. How about we forgot the extra six minutes?” Cheng Zhu said.

“Up to you.” Yezi surprisingly agreed.

She looked at Cheng Zhu and gave him a charming smile, though her words didn’t match her expression at all. “To be honest, I was pretty nervous on the way here.”

“Nervous about what? Afraid I’d eat you up?” This young man with slightly raised eyebrows deliberately scoffed. “Tsk, don’t think too much of your charm. You can’t handle me.”

He picked up the cigarette box on the table, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

Just as he was about to light the cigarette, a fair hand suddenly reached over and snatched it from his lips.

“No smoking!” Yezi glared at him. She had been holding back her frustration and suddenly felt the urge to prank him.

“Hey!” Cheng Zhu turned around in annoyance, only to see that Yezi had turned away, sitting on the sofa with her back to him.

“Little brother, don’t smoke. It’s bad for your health. If you want to smoke, you can spank big sister’s butt.” She spoke with her head lowered, her expression hidden, but the aura emanating from her was unmistakably masochistic, even a little animalistic.

Cheng Zhu extended his hand, and just as he expected, the round peach quickly dodged.

“Little pervert, you really do like this, huh?” Yezi dashed into the bathroom barefooted.

The room had a slide door design, and she pulled it halfway closed, leaving half of her body visible. With a victorious tone, she taunted, “You said I couldn’t handle you, ha!”

Bang! The sliding door was slammed shut, but there was no sound of it locking, and there was even a small gap.

Cheng Zhu placed his earlier cigarette back between his lips, lit it with his lighter, and took a long drag.

The smoke curled around his face, softening his features in the haze.

His expression was calm, showing no trace of regret or disappointment at failing to succeed.

I knew you’d dodge that slap, he thought. He was well aware that Yezi had deliberately teased him. But I still went for it.

Seeing how exhausted you were, I was worried you wouldn’t come again. Letting you have your way in this wasn’t a bad move.

Is this what they call sweet indulgence? Sweet, too sweet!

He took another puff, feeling that he was a really considerate guy.

But amidst these reflections, Cheng Zhu came to a conclusion. My so-called kink was a fucking act. I just played along to keep the banter going. But damn, you seem real!

He knew very well that with the atmosphere having reached this point and the bathroom door being left unlocked, it meant he could just walk over and open it.

Reject first, then escape, but leave a gap in the door. It was just a kind of pushing and pulling.

With this thought, he vaguely heard a crisp sound coming from the bathroom. “Pa—!”

“You’d better be swatting a mosquito!” Cheng Zhu extinguished his cigarette and shouted at the bathroom while still sitting.

Inside the bathroom, Yezi was still wearing the traditional Chinese clothes and had not changed back into her clothes.

Her heart was racing, and in a moment, she couldn’t help herself and slapped her butt with enough force to make it tremble a few times.

But her face was redder than her butt, and her breathing was growing heavier.

This experienced woman knew very well that men were susceptible to provocation, even more so for young men.

After all that earlier… yeah, I provoked him. Yezi looked at the sliding door, her eyes practically brimming with anticipation.

But even after a full minute, the door remained shut.

She actually felt a little disappointed.

Standing in front of the large mirror at the sink, Yezi looked at her body and felt some self-doubt for the first time in her life. Has my waist gotten thicker recently? And my skin is definitely not as good as a high schooler’s.

I haven’t been exercising recently, and my butt doesn’t seem to be as perky as it used to be.

Because Cheng Zhu showed no reaction throughout the entire shoot, not even to her provocation, she became even more self-conscious, suddenly feeling that everything about her was not good.

For someone used to getting attention like her, Cheng Zhu’s ongoing indifference felt like an invisible whip being cracked.

—And this whip was striking at her very soul.

* * *

The photo shoot for the product photos had finished, and it was already past six in the evening.

Cheng Zhu really left the room card with Yezi and didn’t take the samples with him, indicating she could handle them herself.

It was important to note that the worn samples from models could sell for a high price on platforms like Xianyu (similar to Craigslist)…

“There’s a KFC nearby. Want to eat?” Cheng Zhu asked Yezi, his stomach growling.

“I’m on a diet, so I’m skipping dinner. But I still have time. If you want to eat, I’ll keep you company.”

Cheng Zhu looked at her smiling face. Although she didn’t have cute dimples when she smiled like Lin Lu, there was still something charming about her.

“Alright, let’s go.” He walked straight in and ordered a spicy chicken sandwich meal.

He was really hungry and ate heartily.

While eating, he said to Yezi, “I’ll finish editing the photos soon and then send them to you.”

“Mm.” Yezi nodded slightly.

“And I want to schedule another session with you. In about ten days, I’ll need you to model some more designs. You have to keep that time open for me.” Cheng Zhu didn’t ask if she was free or if she was willing.

Yezi suddenly raised her head, her eyes sparkling. “Okay.”

Despite how exhausting today’s shoot had been, and halfway through, she had considered never taking on this kind of job again, for some reason, she was now looking forward to the second shoot and even planned to do some body-toning exercises in the meantime.

After stuffing some fries into his mouth, Cheng Zhu said, “Don’t overdo it with the dieting. You have to maintain your great figure for me! Today’s photos were perfect.”

Throughout her life, Yezi had heard countless people praise her figure. By all rights, she should have grown tired of it by now.

But at this moment, her heart inexplicably bloomed with happiness.