Chapter 3

"You little slut, look at this one your husband is smiling so happily in. Come on, take a look!"

Chen Nan lounged comfortably in the chair and gently patted Aijia on the head.

"Mm~"

There was no reply from Aijia beneath him. She gave her delicate little head a slight shake and kept kneeling on the floor, sucking and licking Chen Nan's thick cock with relish, as if she were tasting the most delicious thing in the world.

"Come on, your husband is out there working to earn you money. Does he know you're here sucking another man's cock?"

"Mm-mm~"

Aijia still didn't answer. Watching the high and cold female teacher from before reduced to this shameless state, Chen Nan could no longer hold back his own lust. He carried Aijia into the lounge inside the studio and took her apart again in a frenzy of heat and passion...

After sending off Aijia, whose legs were so weak she could barely walk, Chen Nan sat down by the computer and first moved the photos of their indecent acts into a password-protected folder, then slowly selected the proper shots. There was nothing he could do about it. A woman needed to be screwed, sure, but work still had to be done and life still went on. He had to finish his job first.

After processing the suitable photos of Aijia and her husband, Chen Nan finally stood up and stretched. Looking at himself in the mirror across the room, he struck a few narcissistic poses.

He wasn't actually handsome, just an ordinary man. But his height of nearly one meter and ninety, along with the solid muscles he'd built over years of hard physical labor, still gave him a very intimidating presence. When he carried Aijia and drove into her, with her height of just over one meter and sixty, she looked like a dainty girl being ravaged by a monster beneath Chen Nan's hips.

Most of the time the studio was pretty relaxed, because no one came in often to have photos taken or do a photo shoot. Usually it was just something simple, like an ID photo. After Chen Nan finished editing the last set of portraits, he had nothing else to do, so he started cleaning the studio. His diligent nature was one of the reasons the owner liked him.

"Hubby, how about this place? Let's take one set here first, and if it doesn't look good we can change later!"

While Chen Nan was tidying the room, he suddenly heard a pleasant female voice. But what she said was strange, sounding a little like a foreigner while also carrying a northeastern accent.

It was understandable, but oddly off somehow.

"This place? Isn't this shop way too small? We'd be better off going to the one we work with and shooting there. It's just a drive away!"

The man's voice that followed was much clearer, but his tone was full of indifference and disdain. Chen Nan felt annoyed listening to it. So what if the shop was small? He had just finished screwing a married woman here for a wedding shoot. If your wife came here too, would it be your place that was small, or mine?

Chen Nan was thinking wickedly to himself.

"Oh come on, let's just do it here! I got tired from shopping and suddenly wanted to take a few pictures. The ones before were all taken by advertisers. Come on, come on, come with me and take some photos, okay?"

Before Chen Nan could even react to what she meant by advertisers, he heard the studio door being pushed open from outside.

"Hello! Is the boss here?"

It was that strangely accented female voice.

"Coming, coming!"

Chen Nan hurriedly put down the mop in his hands, hung the camera around his neck, and walked out quickly. After all, the customer was king; he couldn't afford to keep them waiting.

"Hello, what kind of photos would you like to take... Our portrait shoots have been getting a really good response, a lot of people... Holy shit!"

It wasn't strange at all that Chen Nan blurted out an expletive. Halfway through his introduction, he looked up and saw two huge celebrities standing there!

The man opposite him wore a helpless expression. He only smiled in a friendly way after Chen Nan looked up, but his identity was far too shocking. Chen Nan usually loved watching variety shows, and the man standing in front of him was none other than the famous domestic piano artist - Lang Lang! And the woman nestled beside him, tugging at his arm and coaxing him with a sway, was his stunning and sexy pianist wife - Gina Alice.

"No wonder he looked down on the studio being small. With these two's status, it would be strange if they didn't look down on a tiny shop. Chen Nan also understood what Gina had just meant by advertisers. If this husband-and-wife pair wanted to have photos taken, then in China they'd definitely be a hot commodity that all the big travel-photo brands would be scrambling to shoot."

Seeing Chen Nan stare wide-eyed and curse, the couple immediately understood the surprise of the tall, broad-shouldered photographer in front of them. They exchanged a smile, and Gina even gave a playful blink before saying softly,

"We're just here to take a set of photos. Don't spread it around, okay!"

Chen Nan nodded excitedly as well.

"Of course, don't worry, Teacher Lang Lang and Teacher Gina. I just never thought I'd run into the two of you here. You and Teacher Lang Lang really do look perfect together!"