That afternoon, at the photoshoot.
Today's shoot had a rugged, rough-and-ready style.
Yes, sometimes the tackiest thing was the classiest. Zhang Yang wore a ragged shirt, his chest and eight-pack abs bare. Dust smeared his arms as he dug at the earth with a hoe.
He looked every bit like a farm laborer from the old days.
"I thought I'd just stand there and pose. I didn't expect to have to work." Zhang Yang wiped his face with the dusty back of his hand, leaving streaks of grime across it. "Damn, what a rip-off!"
With his muscles and the way he looked, he wasn't any less appealing—in fact, he gave off even more raw, masculine energy.
Behind the camera, a group of married female staff members watched the shoot, each of them looking a little too excited.
"No wonder the young mistress from the old days would get involved with the farmhand."
"Question Tian Xiao'e, understand Tian Xiao'e, become Tian Xiao'e, surpass Tian Xiao'e!"
"The rugged male lead finally has a face!"
"Hehehe!"
Irene stood with her arms folded, wearing a tan blazer and sunglasses.
The laughter of the married women around her was growing more and more unhinged.
At last, she couldn't take it anymore. She turned and swept her gaze over them, and the area fell silent.
Silence was nice. Now she could enjoy the view all by herself.
Irene lowered her sunglasses and studied the tall figure in the distance, feeling glad she'd trusted her eye this time.
"When are we done?" Zhang Yang swung his hoe in the field, grumbling inwardly.
He'd never dreamed a fashion weekly would go against the grain and dig up some rugged, rough-and-ready style. Had their target audience changed or something?
"Good!" A voice called for the shoot to stop in