CFHE Chapter 33

Old Four was a tender 31 years old this year, considering himself still in his prime. It was just that when work got busy, he often didn’t have time to shave, looking somewhat unkempt and appearing older.

 

Because of this, he most disliked being told he was old.

 

Wen Yu had known him for a long time and naturally knew this was his weak spot.

 

Old Four laughed: “Hey, you little brat! You even know to attack me for an outsider—who protects their ‘love rival’ like you do?”

 

Wen Yu lowered his eyelids, his handsome face expressionless: “Anyway, don’t touch him.”

 

Old Four pointed his index finger at him: “You little brat.”

 

Wen Yu pretended not to hear.

 

He didn’t think what he was doing was strange. Although Fu Yuhan was his love rival, he was also his classmate.

 

Classmates and that bunch of fair-weather friends belonged to two completely different worlds. It was best if they didn’t interact, and if it weren’t for seeing that Fu Yuhan was really in difficulty, Wen Yu wouldn’t have brought him here.

 

Fortunately, Old Four wasn’t persistent. He had just been teasing Wen Yu casually anyway. With so many fish in the sea, he didn’t like targeting people his good bros knew.

 

The two who hadn’t seen each other for a while chatted briefly. Old Four had two jobs pressing and was quite busy, talking while working on his tablet to edit photos.

 

Wen Yu just watched from the side.

 

They waited about ten minutes before San Mao brought the person back.

 

Hearing footsteps behind him, Wen Yu turned around to see Fu Yuhan wrapped in a floor-length black robe, like he was cosplaying a wizard.

 

“Fourth Brother,” Fu Yuhan’s tone was as calm as usual, but somehow Wen Yu seemed to hear a trace of constraint in it, “what should I do now?”

 

Old Four pointed to the area where daylight was falling: “Take off the robe and stand on those steps.”

 

“…”

 

“What?” Old Four glanced at him. “Problem?”

 

Fu Yuhan shook his head and turned to look at Wen Yu: “…Could you go out for a moment?”

 

Wen Yu had no hobby of watching others undress, but since Fu Yuhan brought it up, he was even less willing to go out. After a brief daze, he laughed: “No.” He said, “You want to cross the river and tear down the bridge? I often come to watch Fourth Brother’s photo shoots here. I’ve seen people with much less on. What are you afraid of?”

 

“…”

 

Right now Fu Yuhan was only wearing a pair of new boxer briefs under the robe. Photos with even less clothing meant nude photos?

 

It wasn’t that he was afraid of exposure. Work and daily life were two different things. Since he had accepted the job of “underwear model,” he had already prepared to undress before coming.

 

But he hadn’t expected Wen Yu to stay and watch.

 

Being seen by strangers, he could pretend he was at a swimming pool, but having an acquaintance present was rather… awkward, yes, awkward.

 

“Besides,” Wen Yu added with a smile, “if you don’t want me to, I want to watch even more. After all, I missed it at the sports meet that day, didn’t I?”

 

Fu Yuhan was speechless.

 

This person was really petty. That tiny matter of being kicked out when lifting his shirt to apply medicine at the sports meet—he could remember it until now.

 

Fu Yuhan felt this grudge was enough to offset the favor of helping him find work.

 

Old Four quickly said: “Work is work, don’t think about irrelevant things. Being a model requires letting loose. Bei Lin, come guide his poses; Little Seven, say less.”

 

Wen Yu shrugged: “Fine.”

 

Bei Lin was the assistant who had been adjusting lighting earlier. Hearing this, he came over to pull Fu Yuhan toward the steps, comforting him as they walked.

 

First-time models were all somewhat constrained. Bei Lin had seen it many times and didn’t find it strange.

 

Wen Yu gave Fu Yuhan a silent smile, as if showing off victory.

 

Fu Yuhan was provoked by that smile.

 

His stubborn streak came up, thinking: strip if you want to strip, we’re all men, everyone has what they should have, who should he be afraid of seeing?

 

He, Fu Yuhan, was never afraid of anything—whether staying out all night, studying, or making money.

 

He shouldn’t be, and wouldn’t be.

 

Bei Lin led him to the steps, had him stand at about the sixth or seventh step, right foot on a higher step than the left, hands naturally hanging down, face looking to the right, body relaxed.

 

Old Four saved the image he was editing and moved to the tripod: “Bei Lin, take his robe away—”

 

Bei Lin had already walked to the bottom of the steps. In Fu Yuhan’s peripheral vision, he couldn’t see the distance where Fourth Brother and Wen Yu should both be watching him. Fu Yuhan pressed his lips together, gritted his teeth, pulled off the black robe, and tossed it to Bei Lin.

 

Smooth skin was suddenly exposed under the daylight.

 

The first piece of underwear to be photographed was a dark blue color that complemented Fu Yuhan’s pale skin tone well. The style was relatively fitted, outlining a shape that was both ascetic and dangerous.

 

“Don’t be so stiff with your hands, be more natural… right, just imagine you’re alone at home…”

 

Old Four hid behind the lens, focusing while guiding Fu Yuhan to correct his movements and angles.

 

Although as someone in the arts, Old Four was rather unrestrained in his private life, when working, he was indeed a very serious and professional person.

 

Wen Yu had initially watched deliberately, but as Fu Yuhan’s body movements became more natural, he himself began to feel awkward.

 

He didn’t know why, but suddenly felt it was very awkward to watch someone familiar yet not on good terms undressing.

 

He couldn’t watch anymore.

 

But fleeing seemed a bit stupid.

 

He tugged at the corner of his mouth and decided to get some water.

 

In the corner of the abandoned factory was an opened water dispenser for people to drink from—this was Fourth Brother’s work habit—rather troublesome, but it gave Wen Yu a good excuse to kill time and calm down.

 

Cool water slid down his throat as Wen Yu let out a long, heavy breath.

 

Old Four had a vision in mind and worked quickly. Before long, he finished this outfit and had Fu Yuhan go change into the next one.

 

Before he left the camera, Wen Yu naturally turned back, holding his water cup and standing properly, pretending he had been watching the shoot all along.

 

“Any suggestions?” Old Four also came over for water and asked.

 

Wen Yu shook his head: “Everything looks good.”

 

“That’s rare. Usually you have the most opinions.” Old Four gulped down his water, poured himself another cup, and stood up saying, “Honestly, if I didn’t know you had someone you liked, I’d really think today’s model suits you well.”

 

“…Hm?”

 

“This body type is exactly your taste, right?” Old Four asked.

 

Wen Yu’s grip on the water cup tightened.

 

But he had always been good at pretending, showing no abnormality on the surface: “You remembered wrong. I like guys with some muscle. Who wants to look at skinny guys? The person I like has a much better body than this.”

 

“Stop lying, kid. Didn’t I introduce you to someone with an amazing body before? You told me ‘don’t you think muscles get boring after a while?'” Old Four exposed him mercilessly. “I can’t trust anything you say.”

 

“…My preferences just change quickly.” Wen Yu said.

 

He did like this type of body—tall and straight, without an ounce of excess fat, with some muscle but not overly defined.

 

But this was Fu Yuhan.

 

Wen Yu had his own logic.

 

He liked people who were beautiful and interesting, like Yang Fan—Yang Fan was good-looking with a sunny, bright personality, the type of “boy next door” that girls in their class talked about.

 

His sunshine was pure, a brilliance that Wen Yu lacked. For Wen Yu, such a person was more about “appreciation” than “possession.” Honestly, if he hadn’t discovered Fu Yuhan as a “love rival,” Wen Yu had never intended to reveal his feelings for Yang Fan to anyone.

 

As for Fu Yuhan, this love rival was interesting to him on another level.

 

Regarding body types, Wen Yu had always felt that bodies were just for looking at and couldn’t serve as “mate selection criteria.”

 

Of course, they worked fine as “hookup criteria,” but he wasn’t looking for that.

 

Personality and body type were two sets of standards that couldn’t be conflated. Fu Yuhan fell into his category of “toys that are fun to tease,” and no matter how appealing his body was, he would ignore it.

 

Wen Yu had no kindred spirit in this regard and couldn’t explain it to Fourth Brother either. Under Old Four’s teasing gaze, he rolled his eyes dramatically and left with his water cup.

 

Today they needed to shoot ten sets of photos, including full body shots and detail shots—quite a workload.

 

Before coming, Old Four had promised not to show Fu Yuhan’s face. Full body shots only captured his profile, and he promised to only leave the jaw area in post-production. Detail shots were even safer, only cropping to an inch above the abdomen.

 

So Fu Yuhan’s last bit of concern disappeared. He relaxed and smoothly completed the day’s shoot.

 

By the time they finished, it was already dark. Fu Yuhan declined Old Four’s offer to drive them back, woke up Wen Yu who had fallen asleep waiting in a chair, and took a taxi back together.

 

“How did it feel today?” Wen Yu asked.

 

“Not bad. A bit awkward at first, but I got used to it.” Fu Yuhan glanced at him. “Sorry you had to wait all afternoon.”

 

“It’s fine. I used to wait for Fourth Brother for dinner and often watched him shoot all day.”

 

“I used to think being a photographer was easy work. Didn’t expect it to look more tiring than a regular job.”

 

“That’s how it is. Freelance work is the least free of all.”

 

“Mm.”

 

“What are you thinking about?”

 

“About college applications.” Fu Yuhan smiled. “Didn’t you all tell me to apply to T University? I need to think carefully about what I want to do in the future.”

 

Wen Yu wasn’t really interested in future development topics and just said “Oh, good luck.”

 

“You sound like you’re not very interested.” At this moment, Fu Yuhan’s phone buzzed twice in his pocket. He reached for it while saying, “Weren’t you one of the people telling me to go to T University?”

 

“I’m looking forward to bickering with you in college. As long as you go to T University, what major you choose has nothing to do with me.”

 

“True…” Fu Yuhan was looking down and obviously hadn’t heard.

 

Wen Yu couldn’t help but glance at him: “What’s wrong?”

 

“A text from Xu Qianyi.” Fu Yuhan looked up and waved his phone. “She somehow heard some inside information. Want to hear it?”

 

Wen Yu looked at him.

 

Fu Yuhan should know he wasn’t interested in news about Xu Qianyi, but since he asked this way, the content was probably quite special.

 

“Related to me?”

 

“Sort of related,” Fu Yuhan said. “Remember Qian Kaile?”

 

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