The Interview Scene

Outside was quiet, the door next door was shut tight without a sound; Gu Jiani had likely gone to sleep long ago.

Zhang Yang felt relieved and walked straight into the bathroom to take a shower.

Amidst the splashing water, he finished his shower feeling refreshed, then stood before the mirror to dry his hair at a leisurely pace.

A moment later, his hair was fluffy; satisfied, he put down the hairdryer and walked out of the bathroom.

At some point, the living room lights had been turned on.

Zhang Yang walked out of the bathroom shirtless and immediately saw Gu Jiani standing by the table, holding a glass of water.

What the?

Under the lights, Zhang Yang stopped in his tracks, the glow spilling over his invincible physique.

Gu Jiani stood frozen, glass in hand, completely stunned.

That jet-black hair, muscle definition on every inch of his body that was just right—he was as perfect as a Greek sculpture.

She took a large gulp of water and immediately choked.

I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying! I never imagined Zhang Yang had a body like this under his clothes! Her mind was a chaotic mess of stray thoughts. Why does he even wear clothes... no, wait, why isn't he wearing any?

The visual impact was so overwhelming that she couldn't shake the image even when she closed her eyes.

Deep down, her envy reached its absolute peak.

How happy must Bei Wei be to have a boyfriend like this!

Zhang Yang was wealthy and generous, which at most made her sigh or feel surprised, but at this very moment, faced with this scene, she, Gu Jiani, was truly, genuinely envious.

"Did you just shower?" Gu Jiani's face was burning, her expression slightly flustered, though she forced herself to remain calm.

After all, if she turned and ran now, it would look too guilty; it was better to pretend she hadn't seen anything while taking the chance to admire him a little longer.

Thinking this, she seized the moment and let her gaze linger on the body before her for a few more seconds.

"Yeah, just finished. Uh... take your time with your drink, I'm heading in." Zhang Yang was actually a bit embarrassed himself.

He wasn't an exhibitionist or a narcissist; being caught shirtless in someone else's place was, in truth, quite improper.

The two shared a tacit understanding, exchanged a couple of awkward words, and retreated to their respective rooms.

Inside the room, Zhang Yang had just gotten into bed when Bei Wei groggily wrapped herself around him.

"Brother Zhang, why were you so long?"

"It was alright, just dried my hair." Zhang Yang held Bei Wei, easily feeling her smooth, slippery skin.

Bei Wei nestled into his chest and mumbled, "Brother Zhang, hurry up and hold me while we sleep, ugh... you're annoying..."

Early the next morning, Zhang Yang got up early and happened to run into Gu Jiani, who was also up.

"Morning." Being a man, the awkwardness from last night had faded, and his expression was back to normal.

"...Morning." Gu Jiani's eyes darted across Zhang Yang, her face flushing slightly.

Breakfast had been bought downstairs by Gu Jiani in advance; thanks to her, she had brought some for Zhang Yang and Bei Wei as well, filling a small table.

Gu Jiani had to head to school after eating, and as for Zhang Yang, he had to go for an interview today—well, to be a print model.

Of course, only he knew about this; no one else had a clue.

Only Bei Wei, that little lazybones, was still fast asleep, so Zhang Yang didn't wake her when he got up.

The atmosphere at the table was quiet while they ate.

"Um... Zhang Yang, about what happened before, actually... I really want to apologize." Gu Jiani stirred her red bean soup with a spoon, finally speaking with hesitation.

"Mm..." Zhang Yang responded indifferently, waiting for what she had to say next.

"And then..." Gu Jiani looked at Zhang Yang with hopeful eyes, "Then... could Bei Wei not move out just yet?!"

"That?" Zhang Yang said vaguely, "We'll see."

Whether they moved out or not was between him and Bei Wei; he certainly wasn't going to give her a definitive answer. To put it bluntly, they would move whenever they felt like it, depending on his mood.

But Gu Jiani completely misinterpreted his meaning.

"Understood, thank you, Brother Zhang." Gu Jiani was overjoyed; she suddenly stood up and gave a solemn bow. "Thank you, Brother Zhang, for being so magnanimous. You're a big person who doesn't hold grudges against small ones, and you don't lower yourself to my level."

Zhang Yang looked at Gu Jiani, truly surprised this time.

Her spirit...

"Brother Zhang, take your time eating, you're welcome to come over often." Gu Jiani entered her room in a great mood. Before long, she emerged wearing a camisole and a short skirt, looking like a hot senior student.

"I'm off, Brother Zhang." She slung her Hermes bag over her shoulder, turned back with a smile, and headed out the door.

Zhang Yang finished his breakfast at a leisurely pace and went to Bei Wei's room.

"Lazybones, are you awake?" He pinched Bei Wei's nose.

"Still sleepy..." Bei Wei mumbled, her fair face resting against her jet-black hair as she fell back into a deep sleep.

Zhang Yang smiled slightly, leaned down to kiss her cheek, and turned to leave.

Half an hour later, Bei Wei finally began to stir.

"Brother Zhang... Zhang Yang? Where are you?" She touched her cheek, looked at the brilliant sunshine outside, and then saw the message Zhang Yang had left on her phone, a sweet smile instantly blooming in her eyes.

With her fair, bare legs stepping onto the floor, Bei Wei pulled back the curtains and closed her eyes slightly to embrace the May morning, her heart overflowing with happiness.

After returning to change into a new set of clothes, Zhang Yang headed straight for the company that published the fashion magazine.

Located in a Grade-A office building in Lujiazui, Pudong, the place was bustling with people, filled everywhere with tall, handsome young men.

Today, Aisha Fashion Weekly was holding auditions for print models here, and it was rumored that those who performed exceptionally well would have the chance to sign on as resident models for Aisha Fashion, with highly lucrative benefits. That was why so many had come upon hearing the news.

When Zhang Yang arrived and looked at the sea of handsome men and beautiful women all around, he couldn't help but sigh.

The fashion industry was truly a place where handsome men gathered; here, good looks seemed to be nothing more than the bare minimum. If your features weren't well-defined and your looks weren't high-tier, you couldn't even reach the entry-level standard here.

As for Zhang Yang's current appearance, how should one put it? His hair quality was excellent, his eyes were sharp, his features were well-defined, and with his skin having become fairer and more delicate, all things considered, this face of his could actually be counted as handsome.

However, in a place where handsome men were packed together, to be fair, he would have no complaints if someone called his looks average.

There were ways to stand out here based on looks, though.

Either your looks were so good they stunned the entire room, or your looks were so disastrous they stood out.

Stunning the room was out of the question; to possess looks that could dominate a crowd of handsome men would require some kind of divine beauty, which was basically impossible.

Relying on being disastrously ugly to attract attention, however, was quite reliable.

In a sense, the fact that Zhang Yang's looks weren't conspicuous here was actually something to be proud of; at the very least, it meant that in this gathering of male models, his looks were at least up to the average standard.

"Zhang Yang, right? You're in the sixth group to go in; go wait over there." The staff member in charge of crowd control and guiding the interviews registered Zhang Yang and informed him of his sequence.

Zhang Yang followed the direction of their gaze.

"Hiss, this group doesn't look very friendly."