Chapter 133: It Won't Be That Simple

A figure dressed entirely in black appeared, hair carelessly tied up, with fresh stubble visible on his chin. A large black bag hung over his shoulder. Judging by his appearance, he looked like a recently tidied-up vagrant.

Yet, those who knew him would never mistake him for a vagrant.

He was a world-renowned photographer, famous for his portraits that had won numerous international photography awards.

However, the subjects in his photographs were often children caught casually on the street, passersby in war-torn environments, or beggars.

In short, his lens captured souls, yet he never photographed celebrities.

And now, he had arrived here.

“Teacher Fang,” Fu Yunchan looked at him, unusually unsettled.

Fang Li nodded, his face cold as he asked, “Where’s Yunfu?”

Shock filled Fu Yunchan’s heart. She hadn’t expected Fang Li to know Yunfu. Fortunately, she hadn’t offended Yunfu earlier.

“She’s inside getting her makeup done.”

Hearing footsteps, Yunfu opened her eyes and glanced at the man behind her through the makeup mirror.

Neither of them spoke, but everyone around could tell they knew each other well.

Fang Li withdrew his gaze, releasing a hand he had been squeezing painfully, and sat down on a nearby sofa.

He lowered his head, hiding the emotions in his eyes.

Everyone knew he was a portrait photographer, but no one knew he had once been a foolish youth who snapped pictures aimlessly.

By chance, his model had been a piece of jewelry under the supervision of the photographer named “Linglong.”

Later, he stopped photographing jewelry, and eventually, the jewelry designer left.

No one knew he had also secretly taken photos of beautiful women.

“Oh my, the makeup’s already started? Little Fu, why didn’t you wait for me?”

A voice rang out, and everyone turned around.

A man with long hair dyed a flamboyant pink pranced over, fingers pinched delicately as if performing a flourish, followed by a few people carrying bags.

The crowd’s intake of breath grew louder.

“Alex?!”

Indeed, this was the in-house stylist for Shengshi Entertainment Company, a stylist of considerable fame.

But why was he here now?

Yunfu lifted her eyes again, slowly looking at him. “You’re late.”

Alex pinched his throat. “Ah, I gave it my all to get here. The boss was just too slow to notify me.”

He stepped behind Yunfu, waving away the makeup artists in front. “I’m here now, let me handle Little Fu’s makeup!”

Others were stunned into silence, but Yunfu simply shifted position to lean more comfortably in her chair.

Fu Yunchan stared at these two people she never dreamed she would meet, feeling as if she were floating.

Meeting even one of them in normal times would be impressive; now she was seeing both at once, all because of a new project.

She had a strong feeling there was more to come.

Sure enough, no sooner had the thought crossed her mind than a voice she recognized came from behind.

Watching the CEO bowing and scraping before Yunfu, Fu Yunchan felt as if she hadn’t yet awakened from a dream.

“Did everyone in the advertising department go on strike today?!” The CEO stood before Fu Yunchan, voice brimming with anger. “If they want to strike, then they don’t need to come anymore. Tell them to pack their things and get lost from the HR department!

“And those photographers? Terminate all contracts immediately. Xunmo doesn’t need such self-righteous people!”

No one knew how terrified he had been when he received a call from Lian Corporation just moments before. Their company was just beginning to rise, but facing a giant like Lian was like a child challenging a robust adult—suicide.

Who had given them the audacity to offend people from Lian?

The CEO’s gaze shifted repeatedly as he looked at Yunfu.

He decided that today he would personally ensure nothing went wrong with this female star.

Thanks to Alex’s skillful hands, Yunfu gradually transformed into the invincible, fearless heroine from the game.

Clad in fiery red armor, indistinguishable from blood or simply red.

The moment she opened her eyes, she seemed to come alive.

Beautiful, dazzling, brave—

No one suited this spokesperson role better. She was a character come to life from the game, no, even more stunning than the in-game version.

“Hey, photographer, mesmerized? Hurry up and shoot!” Alex glanced toward Fang Li and smirked.

Fang Li snapped back to reality. His camera seemed to sense his excitement.

He grabbed it and eagerly pressed the shutter.

Without needing words, they shared enough tacit understanding. One shot after another, in mere minutes, the session was over amidst the astonished gazes of onlookers.

“Done shooting,” Joan hurried over and whispered, “Little Fu, there’s another commercial, and this photographer…”

“Let’s go.” Without waiting for Joan to finish, Fang Li nodded.

Originally, the shoot was supposed to take place in the studio, but Xunmo’s CEO had changed the location last minute, securing a film crew’s set for them to use.

The group moved toward the shooting location.

As they stepped out of the studio, a crowd gathered.

Fu Yunchan recognized among them those who had just been angrily protesting with her in the conference room.

Now, seeing her emerge, their stares were like sharp swords.

But Fu Yunchan felt grateful she hadn’t acted like them, or she would be the one packing up and leaving.

A cluster of people surrounded Yunfu as she walked out.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd: “Yunfu, so many people lost their jobs because of you. Don’t you feel any guilt?”

The air fell silent, and Yunfu’s steps halted.

The CEO of Xunmo looked at the man speaking as if he were a fool.

Fu Yunchan recognized him as one of the men who had shouted in the meeting room—truly unrepentant.

Yunfu turned to face him, eyes blazing: “Because of me?”

“Yes! We were all fired. Happy now?”

The CEO nearly lunged forward to throttle him.

But Yunfu moved first, stepping forward with an aura so fierce it made people recoil.

She smiled faintly, her gaze cold as ice, the smile devoid of warmth.

“There are always people in this world who think they are indispensable,” she said calmly, without haste. She no longer looked at the man but at Joan. “They believe they deserve to be dealt with, yet they don’t realize that touching them stains my hands.”

The man hadn’t expected such words from Yunfu and was stunned, his previously arrogant expression frozen.

“You…”

“If it were me who laid hands on you, it wouldn’t be a simple matter of being fired.” Yunfu still didn’t look at him, but her voice was clear enough for him to hear.