Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 286: Taking Wedding Photos

Chapter 286: Chapter 286: Taking Wedding Photos

Taking wedding photos is an incredibly, extremely tiring affair.

The worst part was, He Xing, completely clueless, chose the super luxurious package, which altogether had six sets of clothes, and Fu Han even added two more sets.

Luckily, He Xing paid special attention to the wedding photoshoot, and he paid extra to have the Studio assign more people to follow them, making it much easier for him and Fu Han.

Their first set of clothes was a classic wedding dress, which was shot indoors.

The Photographer said that this set could be made into a large framed picture to hang in the bedroom, or they could print it on their invitations, as it was the dignified and grand type.

For this reason, the Photographer didn’t ask Fu Han and He Xing for overly intimate shots; they just needed to pose in various positions as directed by the Photographer.

And because the two of them, the man handsome and the woman beautiful, as long as they didn’t make overly exaggerated expressions, the pictures would definitely turn out good-looking.

Thus, the first set of clothes was done with ease.

But from the second set of clothes on, it really became Fu Han’s nightmare.

Not only did they have seaside exterior shots, but also forest and cruise ship exteriors, street scenes, and night scenes.

Fu Han was a Photographer herself, and when she had just returned to the country, she not only took magazine shots for Artists but had also done wedding photos. The mere thought of so many exterior shots made her feel like she was going to lose her mind, and she almost wanted to beat a retreat.

When they were shooting by the sea, He Xing’s grandfather made a video call to ask how their shoot was going.

Even though it was the end of summer, the sun was still dazzlingly bright, making it difficult for Fu Han to even keep her eyes open. Not wanting to let down He Xing’s grandfather, she just said that the shoot was very fun and told him to look forward to the finished photos.

The Photographer, listening by the side, shook his head constantly, and finally couldn’t help but speak up after Fu Han hung up the video call: "Lady Fu, I’m going to say something unpleasant, don’t take offense, but are you and Mr. He really decided on getting married?"

Fu Han didn’t understand what he meant, so she asked quite earnestly, "What do you mean by that?"

"Let me tell you the truth," the Photographer said, wiping the sweat off his forehead roughly and helplessly, "I think you and Mr. He are like enemies. If he touches you at all, you’re quick to brush him off. If you keep this up, I’m afraid it’ll be difficult to produce good wedding photos."

The makeup artist couldn’t help but chime in: "Exactly, if it weren’t for how good-looking both of you are, none of these wedding photos would have turned out."

Fu Han instinctively looked at He Xing, only for their eyes to meet unexpectedly, causing both of them to cough awkwardly and blush simultaneously.

In the end, He Xing stroked his chin and didn’t say a word, but the grievance in his eyes was impossible to hide. Years later, Fu Han gave a rather fair assessment of He Xing at that moment: "A dejected little wife."

Reflecting on her own "masterpiece" from that day, Fu Han also felt she had been a bit too much.

But the main reason was, she hadn’t slept well last night, only getting up when it was nearly dawn; yet He Xing was unusually excited, and he woke Fu Han up as soon as it was light, saying that he had inquired about it and taking wedding photos was very time-consuming. If they arrived late, they might not finish in one day.

Fu Han hadn’t slept well, so naturally, her mood wasn’t good, and He Xing hadn’t managed to soothe her last night either, so her annoyance came surging, and she couldn’t suppress it no matter what.

As a result, during the photoshoot, whenever He Xing touched her, she would push him away with a strong reaction.

In truth, she didn’t actually detest He Xing’s touch; her actions were more that of an angry young girl lashing out at the person closest to her.

But every time the Photographer asked them to get closer, Fu Han didn’t resist, otherwise how could they have already finished two sets of clothes?

She coughed awkwardly and quietly said, "Well, it’s our first time doing this, we don’t have any experience. Just tell us how to pose, and we will definitely... definitely cooperate."

The Photographer and the makeup artist exchanged glances, both of their faces brimming with smiles.

Fu Han suddenly had the feeling of being a lamb led to the slaughter and began to regret why she said what she just had, pushing herself into the fire.

The following photoshoot was very intense, with princess carries, sitting on shoulders, piggyback rides, and waist-hugging all being the norm; cheek-to-cheek, hugging, kissing even more frequent.

The key was, the moment Fu Han showed the slightest resistance, He Xing would immediately retreat far beyond three steps, appearing contrite, willing to amend his ways, and hoping for Fu Han’s forgiveness.

That’s when the Photographer and the makeup artist would start persuading, saying how they’ve shot many wedding photos and indeed those shots tended to look better, urging Fu Han to definitely cooperate.

Finally, when night fell, only the last set of clothes remained, and it would be over after the night scene was shot.

While changing clothes, Fu Han felt as if her whole body was falling apart. It wasn’t fully dark yet, and He Xing spent money to treat everyone to barbecue at the roadside BBQ shop.

Sitting around in a group, Fu Han then realized that the follow-up crew actually consisted of six people. Usually, three were sufficient: a Photographer, a makeup artist, and an Assistant. They had doubled their numbers.

But it wasn’t without effect; at least their efficiency was indeed high.

The Photographer personally said that many people had to split the six sets of clothes into two days of shooting, and no matter how much they rushed, they couldn’t finish in one day.

Fu Han didn’t respond when she heard this, but in her heart, she was constantly complaining. Most people wouldn’t have a motorhome following them while shooting wedding photos.

He Xing, on the other hand, had come out with Fu Han in the morning by driving a Lamborghini; this way they wouldn’t have to return to the Studio to change clothes and do makeup after shooting each set. They just needed to change in the motorhome.

With the driver heading to the next location in front, they changed and did makeup at the back, not wasting a single minute.

But not wasting a single minute also meant that Fu Han didn’t have a minute to rest, except for using the restroom and eating. Apart from receiving a video call from He Xing’s grandfather, she didn’t even take out her phone.

During the night scene shoot, Fu Han was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, yet the shoot had just begun.

The Photographer had Fu Han sit on the hood of He Xing’s Lamborghini, while He Xing leaned against the car body.

This position was held for a long time. Fu Han stared at the camera, staring until her eyelids became unbearably heavy, and she unconsciously closed her eyes.

By the time He Xing realized Fu Han was sliding down, her ankle had already made intimate contact with the ground, the excruciating pain instantly driving away any trace of sleepiness.

Fu Han’s face scrunched up in pain as she sucked in a breath of cold air. For a moment, she felt like crying, but ultimately, she managed to hold back the tears.