Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 808 - 39: How Could I Be Like This For You, A Thousand Turns and Ten Thousand Returns (Yet Another 10,000 Words) (Part 6)

Chapter 808: Chapter 39: How Could I Be Like This For You, A Thousand Turns and Ten Thousand Returns (Yet Another 10,000 Words) (Part 6)

At the edge of the stage, the photographer unceremoniously scolded Yan Jian, saying the model she found was too unreliable, wasting so much of his time. He emphasized that other photographers’ lead models entered the zone immediately once they donned their clothing, only needing a pose or two before they could go on camera; he couldn’t help but mock: "Little girl, is it because the budget is insufficient, so you couldn’t afford to hire a professional model and had to find an amateur for the lead?"

The photographer had a bad temper and didn’t bother to lower his voice, so everyone heard him reprimanding Yan Jian. Yan Yu felt sorry for her little sister, but the photographer’s words shocked her even more.

— He mentioned the lead model was unprofessional; was it an issue from Little Ben’s side?

She hurriedly tiptoed to look at the stage. Indeed, there were interns who mentioned face blindness, but she could still clearly distinguish that the male model currently serving as lead wasn’t Little Ben!

What happened during this period?

Yan Yu cautiously inquired of the staff beside her. It was already so late without progress, and evidently, that staff member was also a bit annoyed, responding coldly: "...This lead was replaced temporarily, the original one was completely unusable! Forget being unprofessional, at least be humble. The master behind the lens taught him how to present his posture and lines, but not only did he not comply, he got upset, saying the guidance was just posing!"

Yan Yu’s heart skipped a beat.

With Little Ben’s temper, he would dare confront anyone if things didn’t go his way.

Yan Yu politely asked: "Do you know if the lead has left?"

The staff member snorted: "Who knows, anyway, he just twisted around and left."

Yan Yu’s heart immediately twisted into a mess, she quickly retreated to the door to make a call.

It took a while for Little Ben to answer, and he coldly mocked upon answering: "Dialed wrong? Tang Family’s third lady should be busy with romance, how could you dial my number? Hang up, don’t hesitate, I know you dialed wrong."

In Yan Yu’s heart, there was an unfamiliar, twisted pain.

A bit angry, a bit embarrassed, but there’s more of this strange pain.

She took a deep breath: "I didn’t dial wrong. Little Ben, where are you now?"

Little Ben snorted: "Where? Taking photos. I’ve done everything you asked, and obediently went back to work for your sister."

Still holding ground...

Yan Yu sighed: "I am currently at the studio! Tell me, where exactly are you?"

Suddenly, there was a hollow "buzz" from the earpiece, and no sound could be heard for a long time.

After a while, the earpiece finally returned to tranquility. He coldly said: "What are you doing here? The dessert has already been delivered, your visit is very strange."

Yan Yu sighed, unwilling to argue with him, only softening her tone, close to coaxing: "Tell me where you are, okay?"

He didn’t speak again, the earpiece was silent once more.

Soon after, it seemed like the roaring of a car echoed, that sound aggressively shot through the earpiece.

Yan Yu’s heart jumped silently, she grabbed her phone tightly and silently walked outside.

Before she came in, she observed that this recording studio seemed to be a converted plant from an old factory, there were several photography studios of various sizes inside the plant. The studios were separated by a narrow corridor.

The two noises from earlier made her think of that corridor. Only that narrow, straight corridor would amplify the sound suddenly, almost causing resonance.

She followed the long, dark corridor all the way inwards, at this moment other studios had finished work, so the end of the corridor inside would be empty, becoming the quietest and darkest corner here.

He should be the one seeking such a place to hide alone.

In the phone earpiece, he still didn’t speak, seemingly hesitating, yet in reality, at the corridor’s end, in the pitch-black darkness, she heard a "snap" sound.

Next, the phone was abruptly disconnected and her ears sank into complete silence.

In a moment of distraction, her mouth was covered like lightning, and her right hand, holding the phone, was viciously twisted behind her back, while she was unceremoniously pressed against the wall, her cheek against the rough, cold wall.

She wanted to scream, wanted to struggle, but it was already too late.

The dessert in her left hand couldn’t hold up either, dropping with a "plop" to the ground, tumbling all over.

The air was dead silent, neither seen nor heard, sight and sound were utterly useless decorations.