49: Chapter 49 Leading a New Trend in Wedding Photography: Domestic Violence?!

Xia Ning looked down at Qin Xun, her face slightly flushed.

"Then let's go take them now!"

Qin Xun looked up, feigning ignorance.

"Take what?"

Xia Ning's face flushed a little more.

"Wed... wedding photos."

Qin Xun asked again, "Who and who?"

Xia Ning's face felt hot.

"Me... and you."

Qin Xun shook his head.

"Big sister, look at me. I'm soaked through. I'm literally drenched, okay?"

"I'm drenched!"

Xia Ning felt a bit embarrassed.

"I'll pay for your clothes."

Qin Xun just waved his hand.

"Not taking them, no matter what!"

Xia Ning was speechless with anger. She watched Qin Xun quietly, remembering the scene of Song Ying hugging his leg and acting coquettishly.

Men all seemed to fall for that!

But... she couldn't do that.

So, she just stood by Qin Xun's side, saying nothing, watching him quietly.

Qin Xun met her gaze.

A breeze from the lake blew, and he sneezed.

Xia Ning said, "I will make you ginger soup."

Qin Xun immediately lost the will to resist her. He stood up and walked toward the outside of the park.

"Let's go, buy clothes first."

"Then take the wedding photos."

Xia Ning followed behind him, softly replying "Oh," just like a little wife!

...

Red Forest Photo Studio.

Qin Xun picked the cheapest package, and it still cost 3,000 yuan.

Xia Ning paid for it.

The receptionist wore a professional smile.

"Sir, which day would you like to book for your wedding photos?"

Qin Xun said, "Today!"

The receptionist was stunned. She glanced at Xia Ning, who was standing behind Qin Xun with her head down, looking a bit awkward, and was once again stunned by her beauty.

No wonder he was so impatient.

With such a beautiful bride, it would be a loss to take her home even one day later!

The receptionist smiled and said, "Then I'll book a photographer for you two. You can start shooting in a little while."

"I wish the two newlyweds a lifetime of happiness and an early arrival of a baby."

Qin Xun waved his hand. "No need, no need."

Xia Ning's face was like the sunset glow on the horizon.

...

The third floor of the photo studio.

Qin Xun and Xia Ning changed into their outfits, finished their makeup, and followed the photographer to the studio.

Qin Xun turned his head to look at Xia Ning, who was wearing a snow-white wedding dress.

Dignified, elegant, stunningly beautiful.

He smiled and said, "Whoever marries you is truly lucky for three lifetimes."

Xia Ning kept a straight face, pretending not to hear.

She clenched her fists slightly, her palms sweating, and kept brainwashing herself in her heart.

"This is acting, it's acting, it's fake..."

...

In Studio No. 1.

The photographer said, "Come on, you two newlyweds, hug each other."

Xia Ning fidgeted for a long time before finally hugging Qin Xun gently, leaving a large gap between them.

The photographer said, "Hug tighter! There's a whole mountain between you two. You're family now, why are you still so distant?"

The two exchanged a glance, both feeling reluctant.

But under the photographer's urging, they moved a little closer and hugged each other.

They could clearly feel each other's body heat.

Suddenly, Qin Xun frowned.

"Little Xia, why are you getting hotter and hotter, like an electric water heater?"

Xia Ning heard this, blushed with shame, and glared at Qin Xun.

At this moment, click! Click! A burst of shutter sounds rang out, and the photographer's voice shouted.

"Yes! That's it!"

"This coquettish look is really beautiful. This aura—you can tell she'll be the one in charge after getting married."

"Handsome, be careful, you might become henpecked later!"

Xia Ning: "..." Qin Xun: "?????"

Is the photographer's mouth always this loose? He must get beaten up a lot!

The photographer shouted again, "Hey! You two, kiss!"

Qin Xun and Xia Ning exchanged a look, as if electrocuted, and suddenly pushed each other away, speaking in unison, "No kissing!"

The photographer was startled. "Are you two... having an argument?"

"You're a married couple! Couples argue at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed."

Xia Ning's face turned even redder.

Qin Xun turned his head, looked at the photographer, and explained, "She has bad breath."

Upon hearing this, Xia Ning's willow-leaf brows arched in anger. She stepped forward, reached out, grabbed Qin Xun's ear, and pulled it hard.

"I'll show you who has bad breath!"

Qin Xun: "Ouch, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Click! Click! Another burst of shutter sounds rang out.

"Yes! This is really good!"

"The 'domestic violence style' wedding photos are trending lately. I'm going to hang your photos in the showroom downstairs to attract customers."

...

The shoot lasted for a full three hours.

Qin Xun was exhausted, nearly falling asleep on the chair several times.

Xia Ning changed outfits and hairstyles several times, and each change required a long time for makeup. She was much more tired than Qin Xun, yet she didn't utter a single complaint.

However, her face remained cold throughout, only managing to force a smile when the photographer requested it.

And it was still very beautiful!

Every time Qin Xun and Xia Ning walked along the hallway to another studio, they would attract a bunch of onlookers.

"My god!" "What a golden boy and jade girl!"

"The guy is handsome, the girl is beautiful, could they be celebrities from somewhere?"

"Look them up online!"

...

Five hours later. It was already dark!

The lights at the fountain in front of the photo studio had turned on, making the water columns look beautiful.

Qin Xun and Xia Ning followed the photographer there, standing next to the fountain pool to take the last set of photos.

Qin Xun was feeling weak, nearly exhausted to the point of collapse.

He whispered to Xia Ning beside him, "If I had known taking wedding photos was this tiring, I would have just hired models."

Xia Ning murmured, wanting to say something but stopping herself, and in the end, said nothing.

The photographer raised his camera. "Groom uses left hand, bride uses right hand. Both of you make a heart shape over your heads with your hands."

The two complied and made a heart shape.

The fountain behind them flowed with a splash, spraying a few water droplets. They landed on their heads, feeling very cool.

Xia Ning stole a glance. The night, the fountain, the flowing lights, a pair of "newlyweds" making a heart shape—it really had a romantic atmosphere, and she couldn't help but feel a little longing.

Her groom should be a gentle, gentlemanly man.

The photographer smiled. "Two newlyweds, make your wedding wish under this beautiful fountain!"

Qin Xun said casually, "The red flag at home never falls, while colorful flags flutter outside."

Photographer: "..." This guy is really not afraid of death!

Xia Ning: "!!!"

She kept a cold face, turned around, walked up to Qin Xun, and pushed his chest with both hands.

"Holy— f—!"

Qin Xun yelled as he fell into the water. It splashed, looking like flying pearls under the lights.

Click! Click! "Good! Very good!" "The shot is beautiful!" "Domestic violence style carried through to the end!"

...

The two returned to the studio in silence and changed their clothes. Then they walked to the roadside in silence.

Qin Xun took out his phone, preparing to scan a shared bike, but saw Xia Ning waving to hail a taxi.

"Driver, Xiangyu Shangcheng!"

Xia Ning kept a cold face, opened the car door, and got into the backseat.

For some reason, hearing the wish Qin Xun made, an inexplicable anger flared up in her heart.

The red flag at home never falls, while colorful flags flutter outside? Trash!

Just as she was about to close the door, a hand suddenly reached in and grabbed the door.

Qin Xun squeezed in, looked at Xia Ning, and smiled. "What a coincidence, we're going the same way!"

"Do you also live in Xiangyu Shangcheng? Which unit and building?"

Xia Ning looked at Qin Xun, her heart trembling. Oh no!