A pond full of blooming flowers, an ultimate addiction.

The next morning, Jiang Yi, who was huddled in the corner, woke up with a start. She habitually pulled back the curtains, and sunlight streamed into the room through the glass, chasing away the gloom of the night.

"Good morning, Grandpa." Jiang Yi composed herself and skipped downstairs, radiating youthful energy.

"Sleep a little longer." Grandpa Jiang leisurely took a sip of tea, the fragrant aroma of the tea filling the air, as if he had been awakened.

Jiang Yi looked around but didn't see Jiang Yang. "Grandpa, where's my brother?"

"You're already the general manager, you're bound to be busy. When do you plan to go to the Jiang family to learn?" Grandpa Jiang asked calmly, sipping his tea as if it were a very simple matter.

Jiang's smile vanished instantly, and she told her grandfather seriously, "Grandpa, I'm not going to Jiang's for now. I'm going to work as a print model first."

“I was against you messing around with that girl from New Zealand before. What are you learning? What’s the point of being a print model? There are plenty of rich girls like you who would want to do this job. Just go to the Jiang family.” In Grandpa Jiang’s mind, print modeling is just a silly, pointless thing to do.

"Grandpa, please let me try. If I succeed, I can be the spokesperson for our family, for free." Jiang Yi clasped his hands together, his eyes pleading, like a little dog begging for a bone. His soft voice was irresistible.

"Sigh, then you go and try it. If it doesn't work, then you'd better go to the company obediently." Grandpa Jiang poked her head. This child was impossible to make him angry with.

"Thank you, Grandpa." Jiang Yi took Grandpa Jiang's arm and said in a soft, coquettish voice.

After lunch, while her grandfather took a nap, Jiang Yi rummaged through her suitcase looking for a suitable outfit for her job interview. The requirements included no heavy makeup and flat shoes. Jiang Yi chose a dress covered in oil painting-style floral prints. It was light yellow with matching blue and red floral patterns, a strapless design, and featured pleats at the waist to accentuate her slim figure. The dress had a slit at the hem, and she wore round diamond earrings. Combined with light makeup, she exuded a sweet yet slightly sexy charm.

"Miss, Mr. Chi has arrived." Aunt Meng knocked on the door.

"Okay." Jiang Yi quickened his pace and ran downstairs.

The moment we saw each other, our hearts were filled with laughter and joy.

Chi Ruiche greeted Grandpa Jiang and then took Jiang Yi's hand as they left the old house.

"We've arrived." Uncle Wang stopped by the roadside, and Chi Ruiche frowned as he glanced at the familiar brand name.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing," Chi Ruiche said with a faint smile.

Stepping into the studio, the white walls are illuminated by incandescent bulbs. Four beams stand neatly arranged, and mannequins dressed in white and gray outfits line the walls. Behind a white sofa in the center sits a trimmed potted green plant. Passing through a square door on the right, several people sit at computers, sometimes typing, sometimes flipping through documents.

Following the instructions of the receptionist, Jiang Yi went up the stairs on the right to the second floor, where various scenes needed for filming were set up.

"Xiao Yi." Before anyone could be seen, her cheerful voice rang out, and high heels clicked on the wooden board.

Upon hearing the sound, Jiang searched for the source, and Chi Ruiche immediately understood.

Liu Shiya wore a white V-neck shirt paired with a light brown skirt, with delicate makeup, her hair styled in a high updo, and pearl earrings, making her look very capable.

"Second sister-in-law?" Jiang asked, puzzled, as he didn't know Liu Shiya well.

"Let's get to know each other again. I'm a fashion designer at S.unique, and this studio is where I usually work. The first floor is where we do post-production work, and the interior scenes are filmed on the second and third floors." Liu Shiya extended her hand and gave Jiang Yi a light handshake.

"I really like the photos you took. Your temperament and camera presence are both excellent. I wonder if you could give me a chance to work with you?" Liu Shiya got straight to the point. She was satisfied with Jiang Yi and was also very excited when she received her job application. Even though she knew Jiang Yi didn't have time for an interview, she insisted on waiting for her.

Jiang Yi was slow to react. She had seen the information on the studio's official website, but completely ignored the fact that Liu Shiya was Lü Haotian's girlfriend. "Okay."

"We have an outfit for today. Would you mind taking some photos first, so we can get to know each other better?"

“Okay.” Jiang Yi didn’t hesitate and followed Liu Shiya to the dressing room. Turning her head, she thought of Chi Ruiche and said, “Che, I’ll send you a message when I’m done.”

"Okay." Chi Ruiche handed her a small handbag. "Everything you need is inside."

After watching Chi Ruiche leave, the assistant hung up the phone: "Mr. Liu, Teacher Zhai has already started filming. Take the newcomer over when he's ready."

"Xiao Si, is that how I address you?" Liu Shiya said without any formality. "I'm a little older than you, so if you don't mind, just call me Sister Ya."

"Okay, Sister Ya."

"The changing room, tea room, and restroom are on the right. I'm going to find the makeup artist." Liu Shiya quickly explained and then asked her assistant to lead her there.

When Jiang Yi entered, she found herself at a dressing table with individual seats, some of which were already filled with items. She found an empty spot and opened the bag Chi Ruiche had given her.

She was stunned. Inside were an umbrella, a power bank, wet wipes, tissues, feminine hygiene products, a face mask, Bluetooth earphones, and a thermos already filled with warm water. There was also a small compartment inside the bag containing cash. It was small but perfectly formed. Every item was a mini version, prioritizing portability. She was touched by Chi Ruiche's thoughtfulness.

"Xiao Si, get dressed and get ready to put on makeup." Liu Shiya personally carried the clothes.

Jiang Yi hurriedly put her bag down and took the dress. It was a desert camel-colored fishtail dress.

As Liu Shiya opened the door, she smiled with satisfaction; she really did look good in anything. The dress featured a traditional Chinese-style stand-up collar, elegant and dignified, its fitted design accentuating her figure. A white flower brooch adorned the chest, and the fishtail hem swayed gently with her steps, making her legs appear even longer and slimmer. Jiang Yi, despite her young age, looked perfectly at ease in the dress, and paired with pink high heels, she exuded even greater elegance.

The makeup artist, carrying a suitcase, said, "Xiaoya, you have a sharp eye! You've found another gem."

"So beautiful. Ziqi, help me do the most suitable makeup for her." Liu Shiya didn't hold back her praise.

Ziqi immediately began styling her hair, pulling it all back with slightly curled ends, and pairing it with a pair of vertical pearl earrings. Combined with a well-balanced makeup look, it elevated her entire appearance.

"Okay, let's take a few test shots first." Photographer Zhai Rong held up his camera, letting Jiang Yi take her own shots. This was to familiarize herself with the model and let the photographer get to know which angles suited her best, thus speeding up the process.

Jiang Yi, being somewhat experienced, wasn't nervous. Liu Shiya had specifically instructed her, and was very patient: "Very good, this angle is beautiful, look at the camera."

After taking several sets of photos, Jiang Yi slowly relaxed, her eyes telling a story. Zhai Rong slowly explained, "Imagine yourself in a coffee shop, drinking coffee."

"Suddenly, I saw my ex-boyfriend, who deliberately tucked his hair behind his ear." Following the photographer's guidance, Jiang Yi quickly immersed herself in the scene, seeing her ex-boyfriend deliberately turn his head away, feigning arrogance.

"Yes, this is really good."

"Click—click"

Zhai Rong was satisfied with Jiang Yi's performance. "Take a break, we'll change scenes later." The first scene shoot ended, and it was more enjoyable than expected.

Jiang Yi greeted the photographer politely: "Okay, thank you, Teacher Zhai."

Liu Shiya smiled smugly and came over to introduce Jiang Yi: "Old Zhai, this is my sister—Jiang Yi. I'm the one who got her to come here, so you're not allowed to get angry." She teased him, saying that artists have a certain aloofness, good technique but bad temper.

"I'm a little reserved, but I'll get used to it after a few tries." Zhai Rong fiddled with his bangs. He was in his early forties, with long hair that was already gray.

Jiang Yi humbly accepted the feedback without interrupting. Zhai Rong showed her several sets of photos, some with stiff expressions. Zhai Rong told her that everyone's beauty is different; some models look more sophisticated with a blank expression; others have sweet features and a gentle smile that is enough to captivate. Repeating the same expression until it becomes muscle memory is the key to perfection.

"Relax and enjoy the process," Liu Shiya told each of the newlyweds.

Jiang Yi had some prior experience, but hadn't received systematic training; she was like a complete novice. She was indeed a little nervous, so she adjusted her mindset and let go of her inhibitions.

“She has obvious scars on her right forearm, so I tend to choose the left side more often when taking photos.” Zhai Rong noticed the scars; they were a bit long, and could be edited in post-processing, but he prefers natural beauty.

"Okay." Although Jiang Yi had undergone scar revision surgery, it would be very clear under a high-definition lens.

“Old Zhai, her scars aren’t hideous. Our theme for this season’s clothing is uniqueness. Everyone is unique, including their scars.” There was a very obvious one in the photos Liu Shiya received before, and she still chose her. Whether it’s an ordinary person or a model, in addition to the uniform beauty, small flaws and imperfections often inject a fresh soul.

Zhai Rong tacitly agreed with her suggestion; since she was willing to try, it wasn't impossible. The model was a "perfect work of art," and this time, perhaps the "doll in the shop window" would come to life.

"President Liu's ideas are always so novel." A sharp female voice rang out, her high heels and trailing dress making her movements somewhat slow.