Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 125 - 126: Stepping Into the Dream

Su Xingyu examined him carefully: "And you are?"

A nearby master photographer laughed: "Little girl, don’t you recognize him? One of Cloud’s best photographers, Mu Fengqing."

Only then did Su Xingyu realize, Mu Fengqing is indeed a well-known photographer both domestically and internationally. She had seen his works, just like his name, they possess a clean and unique style that leaves a lasting impression. She smiled: "Hello, Mr. Muu, I used to be with Illusion Dream magazine, then followed Ling Weilong back to Cloud headquarters and resigned shortly after. It’s normal that you haven’t seen me."

"Little Ling?" Though around the same age as Ling Weilong, Mu Fengqing, who is much more famous, referred to him this way, "What’s your relationship with Little Ling?"

"I was his assistant for a while," Su Xingyu didn’t hide it.

Mu Fengqing looked slightly disappointed, initially thinking she might be an interesting little girl, turns out she’s just another photographer’s assistant? How much photography skill could she have?

The few other master photographers around also felt a bit of disdain, teasing: "Little girl, you’re lucky to squeeze into here today. Learn well from us, it’ll benefit you for a long time."

Su Xingyu didn’t argue, she smiled slightly and lowered her head to adjust her equipment.

Upon seeing her equipment, that group of photographers started talking again: "Whoa, the Edge series, the default lens? Little girl, the runway lighting is so dim and the light source is sharp, it’s not suitable at all."

Su Xingyu shut them up with one sentence–"I, have, no, money."

The photographers: "..."

Is having no money something to be proud of? Why did it sound so justified coming from this girl’s mouth?

They silently examined Su Xingyu’s attire. Her shirt and pants might not compare to the evening gowns of celebrity guests but they were obviously high-end luxury brands, standing out among this group of craftsmen photographers. "Little girl..." Someone shook their head and sighed, "If you say you’ve got no money, what are you fussing about? The clothes you’re wearing could be exchanged for a Razor gold ring lens, right? If you love fashion, then don’t become a photographer. You know DSLRs leave three generations poor..."

Su Xingyu felt like crying without tears, she knew.

But she also knew, even if Lu Shifeng was willing to buy her as many clothes as she wanted, leaving them to mold in the wardrobe, he was unwilling to buy her even the cheapest lens.

No choice, she had been too pigheaded back then, offending that stingy tyrant over photography. That tyrant is vengeful, not willing to spend a penny, leaving her no option but to be self-reliant.

She sadly stroked her clothes, the unique feel of high-end luxury made her heart bleed. Boo hoo, she wondered if she could sell her clothes for money?

In the midst of her dilemma, the runway lights changed, and the fashion show officially began.

The photographers stopped their jokes, even Su Xingyu stopped her self-pity and focused on her work.

M.J had invited the top international male models, each one with hot bodies and stunning looks. Just watching them walk towards the runway wearing masterpieces of famous tailors would set off a hormonal explosion in the air. All photographers were excited, the sound of shutters clicking constantly echoed, none would use flash now, this true group of experts deeply understood that during such times, results from natural shooting far outweigh those of flash use. The dreamy, illusionary runway lighting, when utilized well, could present the most stunning light shadow masterpiece.

The direct impact of not using flash is longer exposure time. Originally 0.01 seconds exposure might lengthen to 0.1 seconds or even longer. To maintain camera stability without shaking during this extended time, tripods became essential support tools. Almost all photographers had their cameras mounted on tripods, striving to bring the best performance.

Only Su Xingyu grasped her camera with both hands, searching through the viewfinder for opportunities.

Her task differed from the photographers, she just needed to capture Ouyang Yi, the standout even among the world’s top supermodels.

As soon as he appeared, she saw him.

Wearing a beautifully tailored casual suit, his slender yet powerful body wrapped in a subtle silver-white, his skin a gorgeous honey-brown. Every muscle, every strand of hair seemed just perfect. He walked forward elegantly, the runway’s dreamy lighting sweeping over him, he was like a mysterious prince emerging from a dream, with one hand in his pocket, eyes the color of pale ice blue glimmering like fragmented diamonds, a wicked smile on his lips revealing dimples that made hearts race.

Perfection.

Off the runway, he was already a heartthrob for countless young girls, and upon stepping on the runway, he seemed to dominate the world.

With just one glance, Su Xingyu understood why he was the highest-paid male model globally. Wherever he stood was the world’s center.

This was a high-profile show, attended by distinguished guests, prestigious and reserved. Yet, even those regal and restrained socialites and madams caused quite a stir when Ouyang Yi appeared. His enchanting glance seemed to ignite a sea of hormones instantly.

"Ouyang Yi——!"

"Ouyang Yi——!"

There were quite a number of people shouting below the stage, scattering countless bouquets of roses and lace gloves onto the runway, conveying their admiration.

And within this center of commotion, Ouyang Yi walked his mesmerized and captivating strut with accustomed aplomb, his posture arrogant, looking down upon everything.

"King."

As she pressed the shutter, Su Xingyu already had the photo theme in mind.

Her hand moved like a fish swimming, drawing subtle yet pleasing arcs beneath the dim runway, sometimes shooting several continuous photos, other times staying still for a long time awaiting one. If someone observed closely, they would find her every action was able to precisely capture Ouyang Yi’s most splendid moments on stage, without any unnecessary operations. Her hand was extremely steady, overcoming camera wobbling issues that plagued other photographers entirely, to the point where one looking from a sea of cameras above wouldn’t even notice she hadn’t used a tripod.

An hour later, the big show ended.

As the music gradually faded, photographers started to pack up their equipment.

Finally, someone remembered Su Xingyu again: "Little girl, how did your shots turn out? Struggling without a tripod, huh?"

Su Xingyu just smiled: "Not bad."

This show was too crowded; she was restricted within a small shooting position hard to move around, resulting in photos not entirely satisfactory. However, overall, she could still turn in her work.

Yet that master photographer misunderstood her meaning and commented, "Don’t be shy, surely there were quite a few blurry shots, no worries, every novice starts like this, show them to us, we’ll guide you."