Chapter 2: Imperfection

What is Tan Weiyan thinking? Xiao Yong was somewhat irritated. "The shooting requirements state no makeup, which means the makeup artist should make it look like there is no makeup at all. Tan Weiyan has been an agent for a long time; has he lost his mind over these young girls? Or does he think he is so perfect that he can meet my requirements without any makeup? Just shooting the face is one thing, but this time it's a bikini shoot. Is there nothing wrong with the body? Damn it, who does Tan Weiyan think he is?" Just shooting the face is one thing, but this time it's a bikini shoot. Is there nothing wrong with the body? Damn it, who does Tan Weiyan think he is?

Where is your makeup artist?" Xiao Yong sighed and asked

Xiao Yong turned off the halogen lights on the roof of the factory, and the entire factory was instantly plunged into darkness. Immediately, the four light boxes lit up, overlapping in the center of the factory to cast a pure white light. Then, Xiao Yong looked at Ye Jiaying thoughtfully

"Turn around," Xiao Yong commanded again. What occupied his mind was no longer whether this model met his requirements or if the photos would satisfy him, but rather the thought: Damn it, this is going to be embarrassing. Even the most seasoned photographer could not have anticipated that such a model actually existed. The more experienced the photographer, the more accustomed they become to discovering various flaws in models and actors, even the needle marks left by drug use. No one can assume they will encounter a model with a perfect body. Xiao Yong knew that his previous words were filled with frustration, but he despised lying even more.

When Ye Jiaying turned back to face Xiao Yong, a detail suddenly caught Xiao Yong's eye. Now, Xiao Yong could let out a long sigh without any guilt and said with a hint of regret: "You should go back. You do not meet the requirements"

Ye Jiaying's back is equally perfect. Whether it is the front or the back, whether it is her appearance or figure, whether it is skin texture, hair color, or hair quality, every aspect is scrutinized. How can there be such a girl? How can someone be perfect to this extent? Achieving this is no longer merely a matter of innate factors; she must pay attention to every detail in all aspects of life. From a young age, she has to be mindful of her attire in every season, take care of her skin, and be conscious of her diet. After many years, she is able to maintain a perfection that resembles that of a newborn baby, a perfection that seems to be sculpted and refined from a single piece of jade, flawless in every way, a perfection that appears capable of transforming into a pure and immaculate angel in front of any camera.

Ye Jiaying was taken aback: "Change clothes... where to...?"

Ye Jiaying took a deep breath, released her grip on the snow-white bath towel, and let it fall to the ground. She pulled her slender feet out of her slippers and placed them on the cold concrete floor. She stepped into the white light surrounded by four light boxes, which was the stage for her trial. Indeed, she was no longer a professional model, and today would determine whether she had such an opportunity.

Where is the mistake? Xiao Yong seemed to be mocking the young girl's confidence at that moment, and he teased, "Alright, I admit, you indeed do not need a makeup artist. However, you certainly need a depilation specialist"

"Turn around," Xiao Yong commanded. However, his tone no longer carried the anger and provocation of earlier; instead, it was replaced by a somewhat deliberate severity.

Ye Jiaying also saw that Xiao Yong had already set up four large light boxes in the middle of the workshop, and the concrete floor between them was cold and uninviting. This was a very special photo shoot, which Ye Jiaying had seen mentioned in the announcement earlier. ... No backdrop, no makeup, requiring the model's background to be as simple as possible, aiming to capture youthful purity while also revealing a high-profile sensuality that is not seductive ... . ... Ye Jiaying knew that she had to accept this challenge, this test. No backdrop, no makeup, requiring the model's background to be as simple as possible, aiming to capture youthful purity while also revealing a high-profile sensuality that is not seductive ... . ... Ye Jiaying knew that she had to accept this challenge, this test.

In this brief journey of just a few meters, every step taken by Ye Jiaying resembled that of a newborn fawn tentatively testing the unfamiliar, solid ground with its tender and weak legs. Each step was more resolute and stable than the one before, each step lighter than the previous one... Ye Jiaying finally stood in the midst of the white light, clad only in a barely-there bikini, facing a strange young man. The surrounding brilliance of the white light rendered it impossible for her to discern any expression on Xiao Yong's face; all she could see was a faint shadow, slightly protruding from the surrounding darkness... Ye Jiaying finally stood in the midst of the white light, clad only in a barely-there bikini, facing a strange young man. The surrounding brilliance of the white light rendered it impossible for her to discern any expression on Xiao Yong's face; all she could see was a faint shadow, slightly protruding from the surrounding darkness. However, this was perhaps for the best. If she could clearly see every move of Xiao Yong, Ye Jiaying suspected she would be so shy that she might faint immediately.

What? Ye Jiaying dared to ask to at least give it a try, after all, she had some understanding of her own body and a degree of confidence. She was equally confident that, without a makeup artist, she could still handle the requirements of this shoot. Thus, she inquired: "Why? What is wrong?"

Xiao Yong impatiently took the car keys out of his pocket and tossed them over. "The Land Rover at the entrance."

Xiao Yong's anger and questioning clearly made Ye Jiaying feel offended. She slightly bit her lower lip and said resolutely: "Mr. Xiao, please at least let me give it a try"

Good! I'll let you try! Xiao Yong had never encountered such an arrogant model before; in his anger, he laughed coldly and agreed. "I'll give you ten minutes to change your clothes"

Makeup artist?" Ye Jiaying was quite surprised, "Wasn't it said that we would be taking photos without makeup? ... ... Well ... ... the agent didn't assign me a makeup artist either

Ye Jiaying was too nervous; she did not notice the changes in Xiao Yong's tone, only paying attention to his cold and stern demeanor, along with the seemingly indifferent attitude that he appeared to express at any moment

This time, Ye Jiaying also took less than ten minutes. Wearing a pair of slippers and draped in a large bath towel, Ye Jiaying once again stepped into the workshop and arrived at the center. It was evident that Ye Jiaying lacked experience, whether in wearing a bikini or in displaying her body in front of men. Her expression had completely lost the earlier coolness of wanting to give it a try, becoming somewhat awkward and timid.

Xiao Yong was momentarily at a loss for words. Ye Jiaying's body, like her face, was exquisite and equally resistant to scrutiny. There were no scars, birthmarks, moles, or freckles—these inherent marks were absent, at least on the more than ninety percent of her visible front. There was also no loose skin, no uneven skin tone caused by sun exposure, and no traces on the skin's surface from accumulated fat. Even around her waist and shoulders, there were no signs of any pressure marks from daily undergarments. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes, every detail was nearly perfect.