After Fu Yuqian put Song Yu down, he was still a bit dazed, standing in the jungle-themed backdrop, unsure if he should start posing for the photo. The photography director’s expression grew darker and darker:
“Mr. Fu, photography is a serious business. We don’t have the patience to play games with you. I think I really need to assess whether you’re fit for this job.”
As the director of the first major fashion magazine in the country, she had the confidence to say this. Even if the person was an award-winning actor or actress, if they didn’t meet expectations, she had the authority to replace them.
But Fu Yuqian looked at Song Yu, his tone firm: “Yiyi, you can do it.”
Song Yu’s top-tier popularity was sustained by his fans, as well as his flawless face and physique. Born in poverty, he had undergone a transformation after entering the entertainment industry, but he wasn’t truly a refined, high-class gentleman like Fu Yuqian. The difference between them was stark, which was why Zhao Hua would arrange for him to use cheap “Barbie pink” makeup and pore-clogging foundations—because top-tier brands and luxury goods were out of his reach.
As a result, his haters often called him “Marmot.”
But he was working hard. He strove to maintain his perfect physique, practicing top fashion model poses and expressions in front of the mirror countless nights, hoping that one day, if someone took a chance on him, he could stun everyone—stun his fans.
Now, he had this opportunity.
Originally, he had intended to cause trouble for Fu Yuqian, but seeing his trusting gaze, Song Yu suddenly felt a warmth in his chest, and without knowing how, his movements and expressions changed. He elegantly moved through the lush grass, as steady as a leopard. He suddenly lowered his head, as if discovering a stream, with his front legs slightly crouching, and his tail casually swaying, dipping his head to drink. Suddenly, his ears twitched, and his gaze became sharp as he focused on the photographer, like a predator spotting its prey. He immediately lowered his body and began crawling toward the photographer, his movements silent, exuding the grace of a natural-born hunter.
The photographer’s eyes flashed with excitement and he shouted, “This cat is amazing! The camera presence is incredible! It’s even better than that model dog abroad! Mr. Fu, I have a new idea. I need to have a ten-minute meeting to discuss my concept.”
The photography director was also somewhat surprised and looked at Fu Yuqian, only to find Fu Yuqian looking at Song Yu with a gentle expression, reaching out to the orange cat. “Yiyi, come here, it’s time for our meeting.”
Song Yu meowed loudly and rushed toward Fu Yuqian, his tail swishing proudly, thinking to himself, “Am I great or what?!”
“Good job, baby.” Fu Yuqian bent down and kissed Song Yu on the forehead, his heart softening. He had looked into Song Yu’s resources and had secretly arranged some for him, but the truly top-tier ones, he couldn’t easily interfere with. But seeing his performance today, Fu Yuqian knew just how much effort he had put in behind the scenes. So even though he carried the label of unprofessionalism, he still wanted his beloved cat to appear on camera with him.
Song Yu felt incredibly proud. “I knew it, I’m the best!” He didn’t even mind being kissed on the forehead by Fu Yuqian anymore.
The cat felt like it was floating on a cloud.
The photographer’s concept was of a jungle hunt, where once the hunter appeared, all the prey could only tremble and await death. Fu Yuqian and Song Yu were to portray the state of hunting, where their eyes and body language were crucial. This meant Fu Yuqian’s makeup needed to be stronger.
After the meeting, Fu Yuqian went to the makeup room, where Vinda and the magazine’s makeup artist discussed the look. Song Yu was momentarily free and was called over by the photographer. “Yiyi?”
“Meow?” I’m here, I’m here.
Song Yu trotted over and sat down, his front paws neatly placed together with his tail wrapped around his body, looking as obedient as possible.
The photographer looked into the orange cat’s eyes and suddenly felt like the cat could understand what he was saying. He examined Song Yu from all angles before concluding, “If he were a bit thinner, it would be perfect. Let me find the right angle.”
Song Yu panicked, raising his front paws in a salute. “Meow meow.”
“I’ve been trying to lose weight! I’ve already lost a lot these past few days!”
The photographer was melted by Song Yu’s cuteness and immediately began to rub him enthusiastically.
Although Yiyi wasn’t an expensive breed, he was a top-tier look among orange cats. His fur had clear patterns with deep yellow and light yellow interwoven, his four paws looked like they were wearing white gloves, his face had a small V-shape, and his round, large eyes were crystal clear.
As the photographer held Song Yu, the cat didn’t mind being rubbed and pampered. “As long as you’re taking pictures, I don’t mind if you rub my fur off!”
Fu Yuqian’s makeup took a full forty minutes.
When he emerged, the entire room fell silent. Even the female staff were so stunned they forgot to breathe, their faces flushing.
His light brown skin exuded wildness, with dark green eyeliner drawn in a sharp wing, accentuating his deep eyes. The golden eyeshadow added a touch of mystery and sensuality. His tall, muscular build, with black tight pants adorned with silver chains and a leather jacket, revealed his toned abs and chest, making him appear so fit that one could almost scream.
When he stared silently at you, it was as if you were really being watched by a leopard—shuddering, terrified, trembling all over, but unable to think of running away. You could only stand still, waiting for him to strike, to be consumed by him.
The overwhelming aura of masculinity was absolutely off the charts! The photography director’s face turned red, and she had a strong feeling that this magazine issue would break sales records! They might even need to reprint the paper version.
Even Song Yu was a bit stunned. This side of Fu Yuqian was so sexy it made it hard to close one’s legs. Even the cat felt its throat dry.
Fu Yuqian walked directly up to Song Yu, lifted him up, and looked into his eyes. “Yiyi, do I look good?”
The impact was even stronger up close, and Song Yu quickly turned his head away, feeling flustered. “Meow meow.” You… you need to turn around! Stop giving off those vibes!
Female staff members quietly inhaled, preparing for the shoot, while the male staff were also subdued by the intense atmosphere, unconsciously making their movements gentler.
The photographer’s eyes lit up. “Come on, come on, Mr. Fu, right here, spread your legs, let your wrist casually rest on your knee… yes, like that. Yiyi, hide in the grass and assume a submissive posture.”
Fu Yuqian lazily leaned against the tree trunk, his expression nonchalant yet full of danger. He looked like a leopard resting after a meal—relaxed, but still the king of the hunt.
Song Yu hid in the grass, only his slightly slimmer head visible, his front legs slightly bent, assuming a submissive but upward-gazing pose.
“Perfect! One more!” The photographer shouted excitedly.
The entire morning was spent in intense shooting. Fu Yuqian changed into three different outfits, and the wardrobe team even prepared a set of clothes for Song Yu.
Midway through, the photographer directed Fu Yuqian and Song Yu to press their noses together for a side-profile shot. Fu Yuqian’s gaze was sharp, but on closer inspection, it carried tenderness. Influenced by his emotions, Song Yu couldn’t help but gaze back at Fu Yuqian. This man… was just so damn charming.
At that moment, the photographer captured the shot, but when reviewing it later, something about it felt a little off. The chemistry between the man and the cat was so strong it almost felt like a cross-species romance. But the shot was perfect.
Song Yu had been enjoying the shoot, but suddenly Fu Yuqian pinched his tail. Reflexively, Song Yu looked at him.
“Yiyi, don’t want to shoot anymore? Be patient, I’ll finish quickly. You can go rest now.”
Song Yu finally realized. He was a cat now. He couldn’t work like a human from start to finish. After all, what cat has that kind of patience?
So, Song Yu meowed, stretched, and strutted over to Liu Le, raising his paw to swipe at her pants. Liu Le immediately picked him up.
Just as she was about to sneak a pet, Fu Yuqian’s gaze landed on her, carrying a hint of warning. Liu Le immediately stopped and obediently held him.
Song Yu flicked his tail and started overseeing the shoot.
The photographer was a little disappointed. This cat looked unexpectedly good on camera and knew how to show off, but it definitely needed to lose a bit more weight.
After that, all of Fu Yuqian’s photos turned out great, and the photography director was practically falling in love with him.
She didn’t stay until the end; instead, she grabbed a few raw shots and rushed downstairs to coordinate with the publicity department. She had to create a sales miracle.
By the time all the work was finished, it was already 1 PM. Everyone was in a high-energy state and didn’t even feel hungry. Song Yu was also excited. Although he had participated in the shoot in his cat form, it was still for a top-tier magazine.
After having lunch provided by the magazine office, Fu Yuqian was asked to do a brief interview. The reporter, hoping to get a big scoop, boldly asked if he had any plans for romance.
Yin Lang immediately tried to stop the question, but Fu Yuqian raised his hand, signaling him not to worry. He gave a light laugh, scratched the underside of Song Yu’s chin, and answered, “I believe fate will bring me the best partner. I think that day will come soon. Maybe this year, I’ll be celebrating the New Year with him.”
Song Yu’s ears immediately perked up. Hmm? There’s definitely something going on!
Fu Yuqian had a girlfriend!
Over the past three days, Fu Yuqian had been making calls behind his back, and even sneaked out once—was he meeting his girlfriend? But why didn’t he bring her back? Maybe they had just confirmed their relationship? Still shy? Also, Song Yu had heard Fu Yuqian “relieving himself” again last night!
Isn’t he worried about kidney exhaustion? It’s happening so often.
The people at the magazine didn’t expect to uncover such a big story. Fu Yuqian’s comment—rounding up—was basically a teaser, right?
Wouldn’t this lead to a massive fan fallout? He’s the top star with fifty million female fans!
Yin Lang held his head in his hands. Don’t ask. He was seriously thinking about quitting.
Three days later, the new issue of *TOS* was released on schedule. As soon as it hit the stands, Fu Yuqian’s fans were thrown into chaos…
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