novellhall Chapter 53 Nan Jie's Personal Photographer
Chapter 53 Nan Jie's Personal Photographer
When she appeared at the door of room 1202 carrying a bag of packed breakfast, Wang Zian had already finished washing up and changing clothes.
Today, Zhang Ruonan wore a light purple round-neck long-sleeved top and light-colored denim shorts. Her hair was still tied in the same thick braid as yesterday, with a big red bow gently swaying at the end.
She stood at the door, handed the breakfast to Wang Zi'an, and her expression said, "I was very unwilling, but you paid for it, so I put up with it."
"Hey~! Your breakfast is here~!"
Wang Zian leaned against the door frame and watched her. Seeing Zhang Ruonan's reluctant expression, he did not immediately reach out to take her.
"Zhang Ruonan, even if you don't respect me, you should at least respect money!"
"With that attitude, I'm going to dock your pay!"
Upon hearing that her pay would be deducted, Zhang Ruonan's expression changed instantly.
The reluctant, sour face transformed into a standard, professional, and sweet smile.
"Boss! That was my mistake. I forgot I came here for the money! Hehe!"
She had a big smile on her face, and her voice was sweet and coquettish, typical of girls from the South.
In the corridor, a girl who was responsible for cleaning happened to be pushing her cart past.
Upon hearing Zhang Ruonan's words, their eyes involuntarily drifted over.
However, as a staff member of a five-star luxury hotel, she had a strong sense of self-awareness. Within a fraction of a second, she looked away, pretended not to hear, and continued pushing the cart forward with her head down.
The wheels rolled over the carpet with a dull thud.
Zhang Ruonan's oval face instantly turned red.
She took a step forward, pushed him inside with both hands, and hooked the door shut with her heels.
"Hurry up and go in, you're so embarrassing!"
"Hahaha~! You've given people the wrong idea~!" Wang Zian was pushed into the room by her. He turned around and looked at her, a smile overflowing from the corner of his eyes.
"Get out!" Zhang Ruonan slammed her breakfast on the coffee table and glared at him with shame and indignation.
When she glares at people with her round almond-shaped eyes, it's not actually that intimidating; her eyes are too big and her eyelashes are too long, so even when she's fierce, she still has a touch of cuteness.
Wang Zian ignored her insults, walked to the coffee table, sat down, and opened the takeout bag she had brought.
Inside were several servings of shumai, two cups of soy milk, and a few fried eggs in small cardboard boxes.
He picked up a shumai to take a bite, but Zhang Ruonan suddenly reached out, snatched the shumai from his hand, and stuffed it into her own mouth.
She chewed twice, her cheeks bulging, and mumbled, "It's Sunday today, and I haven't eaten anything."
"College students don't get up early on Sundays, huh?!" Wang Zian looked at his empty fingers and the shumai that had been snatched away, and helplessly picked up another one.
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Zhang Ruonan was supposed to have a photoshoot today featuring clothes from a Taobao store.
In just over two months, she has already gained a small reputation in the e-commerce modeling circle in Yuhang.
Sunday is her busiest day, but she agreed to go out with Wang Zi'an yesterday.
For someone who loves making money, giving up a day of filming is like tearing an entire line off her income sheet—that's quite remarkable!
Prince An knew this, so he mercifully hired her as his temporary assistant, paying her by the day and providing her with food and entertainment.
The two spent a long time strolling around Yuhang that day.
As a college student who had lived here for some time, Zhang Ruonan easily led Wang Zian on a tour of various scenic spots in Yuhang.
She knew which time of day Lingyin Temple was the least crowded, which gate to enter through to avoid tour groups, and that the Dingsheng cake sold at the most unassuming little shop on Hefang Street was the best on the whole street.
During this time, Wang Zian discovered that Zhang Ruonan's photography skills were average, but she was a master at photo editing, able to spend half an hour editing a single photo.
Wang Zian watched as she edited a photo full of tourists to make it look like only herself.
Having no other option, Prince An had to take matters into his own hands.
He wasn't a skilled fighter, but he had a wealth of theoretical knowledge.
When they arrived at the Cold Spring Creek, he had Zhang Ruonan stand under an ancient tree. The creek flowed past her feet, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting several small, moving, transparent spots of light on her face.
He squatted down, adjusted the angle, and took a picture.
Zhang Ruonan took the phone and looked at it for a long time. In the picture, she had gentle eyebrows and eyes, and smiled naturally at the camera, without any forced or artificial feeling.
She then scrolled to a few more photos he had taken.
A beam of light leaked down from the crevice in the top of Longhong Cave, forming a complete waterfall of light in the lens.
He captured the texture of light and shadow on the stone slab in Qinglin Cave from a low angle, and the surface of Lengquan Creek reflected her and the ancient trees, giving the whole scene a faint sense of Jiangnan Zen.
Each one is more beautiful than the last.
After leaving that temple, Zhang Ruonan regarded him as her personal photographer.
He took countless photos of her along the way.
Turning back on the bluestone pavement of Hefang Street, looking up at the canopy of the ancient camphor tree, and smiling with your head tilted in front of a mottled old wall.
His hands were sore from searching for the perfect angle.
Zhang Ruonan then happily replaced the entire photo album.
At lunchtime, Wang Zian treated her to a big meal at an old restaurant near Longjing Village.
In the afternoon, the two returned to West Lake.
In Zhang Ruonan's words, how can you take photos without photographing West Lake?
The West Lake during the day and the West Lake at night are completely different.
Those painted boats that shimmered with colorful lights last night are now just plain vermilion wooden boats in the sunlight.
The willows by the lake have turned completely green, their slender branches drooping over the water and swaying gently in the breeze.
The only thing that's still the same is that there are still a lot of people.
Around 5 p.m., Zhang Ruonan drove her blue BMW to Hangzhou East Railway Station.
She parked her car steadily in the drop-off area, turned off the engine, and took a bag of snacks from the back seat.
"Here's some for your journey!" She didn't even look at Wang Zi'an, as if she disliked it, and pushed the snacks into Wang Zi'an's arms.
She made a special detour to the supermarket on her way here to buy this.
"I've been to Changshan before, and I know how great it is to be able to eat snacks while traveling on a long bus ride!"
Wang Zian glanced at the snacks on his chest, then at Zhang Ruonan, who was deliberately avoiding his gaze.
She turned her head slightly, pretending to look out the window at the taxis queuing to enter the station.
The deliberately feigned indifference on her face was completely at odds with the way she had shoved the snacks into his hands.
He grinned and said, "Thank you, Sister Nan."
"You're welcome!" Zhang Ruonan glanced at him quickly, then quickly looked away.
She cleared her throat and added in a very casual, nonchalant tone, "Consider this payment for the photos you took of me today."
She turned her gaze back to the steering wheel, her voice softening slightly.
"And also! You don't need to pay me for the assistant's fee!"
"You treated me to a big meal and even took pictures. Sister Nan isn't ungrateful!"
Wang Zian smiled even more broadly.
"Sister Nan, I wasn't planning on paying anyway!"
"Hurry up, hurry up!" Zhang Ruonan was so annoyed by Wang Zian that she grabbed him and pushed him out.
Wang Zian picked up the snacks and backpack, and with a smile, pushed open the car door, stepping his left foot onto the concrete ground of the station square.
After getting out of the car, he turned around, looked at Zhang Ruonan who was still sitting in the driver's seat with both hands on the steering wheel, and said, "Let's go. Be careful on the way back."
"You too, remember to send a message after you get on the bus!" She forced a smile without any expression.
Sister Nan is still as cold on the outside as she is warm on the inside.
I just don't know why Sister Nan smiled so happily and looked so youthful when the photos were taken.
Sigh! People are so complicated!
Wang Zian waved to her, closed the car door, and turned to walk into the high-speed rail station.
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During her two days in Hangzhou, Wang Zian sent Zhou Ye several messages, showing her photos of the West Lake at night and the ancient trees at Lingyin Temple.
She replied with six or seven exclamation marks and several envious emojis, asking what good food there was in Yuhang.
Wang Zian could only reply to her that there were plenty of fun things to do, but he hadn't seen any delicious food.
Zhou Ye still didn't believe it, saying he would go and see for himself during the summer vacation.
Wang Zian could only wish her a wonderful experience.
It was already midnight when I got home.
He opened the window a crack, letting in the cool night breeze. After quickly washing up, he leaned back on the bed, picked up his phone, and sent a message to Zhang Ruonan and Zhou Ye.
"You have arrived home safely."
Zhang Ruonan, a college student who is a night owl, replied within minutes.
"I'm here now, I'm going to watch my show."
A little figure followed behind, stuffing potato chips into his mouth, scattering chips all over the ground.
Wang Zian smiled at that expression. It has to be Sister Nan.
It still has to be Sister Nan.
As a well-behaved high school student, Zhou Ye didn't reply to the message; she was probably already asleep.
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