C35 (1/2)

I tried my best to hold it in, but didn't step back. I squeezed out a few words from between my teeth, ”Mr. Zhou, the exhibition is about to start. I'll go prepare first.”

He narrowed his eyes and looked me up and down with a sly smile. ”It really should be prepared, Fang Na. Take her to change her clothes and make her up.”

Fang Na, who was called out, walked over. She was a woman in her thirties, wearing a black halter skirt with a split neckline that was almost reaching her navel.

She looked at me and made two 'tss' sounds. Her body weakly leaned on Mr. Zhou's body. She straightened her chest and rubbed it.

”Director Zhou, where did you get such a beautiful person?”

Mr. Zhou did not avoid her, directly hugging her waist, erasing her, pinching her waist, ”The model that Weiwei introduced, be good, go quickly, dress her properly.”

”Alright.” She smiled coquettishly and left Mr. Zhou's body. When she faced me, her expression changed to one of arrogance. ”Come with me.”

I nodded and obediently followed her.

Fang Na seemed very satisfied with my attitude. ”No matter what, you're still a newcomer. Don't think that you can be arrogant just because you have a bit of beauty. In this business, it still depends on your qualifications and connections.”

”I understand. Thank you, Sister Fang, for your advice.” I lowered my head and replied obediently.

I didn't want to go into this business. It's just a stopgap. Maybe it's because my existence made her feel threatened, that she couldn't wait to tell me about her qualifications and contacts, and wanted to suppress me.

She smiled with satisfaction. ”You seem to be quite sensible, young lady.”

She took me in to change my clothes, but when I held them in my hands, I knew something was wrong.

Last time, at least there was a short skirt and the length of the clothes was below the navel. But this time …

Is this a car show or a underwear show? With just this little cloth, what could it cover?

My face turned red and white, and I clutched at my clothes so tightly that I didn't have the courage to change.

”Lu Man, are you done changing?” Sister Fang urged from outside.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I wanted to go out and tell them that I was done with it!

But reality doesn't allow me to do that.

Right now, I feel as though I have been stabbed in the face of a blade. Every step I take, blood will gush out of me. It will shatter my body, and I will have no chance of survival.

”Right away.” I squeezed two words through my teeth, so hoarse they didn't sound like my own.

Sister Fang seemed to have heard my unwillingness and anger, and sneered, ”Lu Man, don't say that Sister Fang didn't remind you, since you've entered this business, you should keep that laughable self-esteem of yours. Don't even think about building a memorial archway after becoming a whore.”

I tried my best to calm my emotions as I neatly changed my clothes. I opened the curtain and walked out, standing in front of Fang Na.

”Thank you, Sister Fang, for your teachings. I understand.”

She seemed to be surprised at how sensible I was. She was stunned for a moment, and then she seemed to have thought of something. Her lips curled up in a mocking smile.

”It's good that you know this.”

I nodded and looked around. I was relieved to see that the models were dressed the same as me.

Only, in contrast to their calm composure, my face was almost stiff, and my head was bowed as I walked, an almost naked costume that made me feel ashamed and disgusted from the bottom of my heart.