Chapter 103: The Fragrance of Qian Nü

  "If Uncle looks like a bad person, then no one will look like a good person." Lin Junyun looked at the elegant and refined Zhao Hanquan, suddenly remembering what Pang Guang had said about Zhao Hanquan not looking like a good person, so he asked, "Uncle, why ask this?"

  "I don't know why, but I always feel like you're holding a grudge against me. And I thought my uncle's appearance was quite intimidating, did I scare you?" Zhao Hanquan adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and turned to face Lin Junyun with a smile.

  Lin Junyun smiled and replied: "Uncle is a senior, being polite in front of seniors is what should be done."

  "Haha... elder." Zhao Hankui burst out laughing: "Uncle may look more mature, but actually not much older than you, this 'elder' of yours is making me old!"

  Zhao Hankui's bright laughter enlivened the atmosphere in the carriage, and Lin Junyun was no longer restless. With a slightly flushed face, he said: "Look at me, I'm so clumsy, I said something wrong."

  "Don't worry, don't worry." Zhao Hanquan intentionally slowed down the car: "Let's go back to the fashion show earlier. It's like this, Ke'er Fashion is a mid-to-low-end women's clothing brand in Hong Kong, with a style that mainly focuses on freshness and elegance. Since its establishment, Ke'er Fashion has always had low visibility. In order to open up sales channels, at the beginning of this year, Ke'er Fashion decided to enter the mainland market. To make the clothing style match the characteristics of the city, they chose Dongcheng District, which is rich in cultural and entertainment atmosphere, as their base, and invested 3 million yuan for brand promotion. The fashion show was one of the promotional projects, and Ke'er Fashion specifically appointed our company to plan the whole process."

  Lin Junyun lightly bit his lip: "Uncle's meaning is that I can also go to the T-stage and walk like a cat?"

  "Yes." Zhao Hangquan nodded.

  "But... your company has so many models, who are both beautiful and professional, why would you think of me?" Lin Junyun expressed his inner doubts: "I have only performed in school plays, I don't have any experience on the big stage at all, and..." Lin Junyun thought for a moment: "Moreover, I don't think I can be a model, with my figure, I'm afraid that before I even get on stage, people will throw mineral water bottles at me."

  "Uncle won't be wrong, you may have some shortcomings in certain aspects, but your height is a big advantage, and you also exude a unique aura. What I'm saying is that it's worth trying. Zhao Hanquan paused for a moment, seeing Lin Junyun still hesitating, and then said: "Little Lin, aren't you worried about how to make up the tuition fees? Why not try this great opportunity?"

  "How did you know I was struggling to pay tuition?" Lin Junyun asked with a surprised face.

  "As long as you have a heart, you will definitely know." Zhao Hankui smiled slightly: "You helped my son with his homework so diligently that his grades improved rapidly. I've been wanting to find an opportunity to thank you properly, so I paid some attention to your recent situation. Our company has many scouts working outside, and it's not difficult to grasp this information."

  Lin Junyun felt a bit embarrassed: "Uncle is too polite, I tutored Zhao Wei's homework for pay, and it was even higher than the market price. Being diligent is also necessary..."

  Zhao Hankui interrupted her: "Little Lin, don't decline anymore. Uncle has a bad habit of never owing anyone favors. Just consider it an opportunity to thank Uncle, or else Uncle will have a knot in his heart for the rest of his life."

  "Uncle, you're being too serious, it sounds like you're begging me instead of helping me." Lin Junyun laughed: "Uncle, do you know that your serious expression is really funny?"

  "Is there?" Zhao Hangquan was taken aback, and immediately laughed brightly: "Haha, I'll change it right away, I'll change it right away."

  "What do I need to participate in this fashion show, is there a preliminary or something?" Lin Junyun and Zhao Hankui stopped laughing and asked seriously: "Except for the school's drama performance, I have never participated in a formal performance, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it. And how is the pay calculated?" Even if Zhao Hankui didn't say that, Lin Junyun wanted to participate, but she was worried about how to make up the tuition fees. She wouldn't refuse such a good opportunity, except that she had always been insecure about her figure.

  Finally hooked the big fish, Zhao Hankui's heart was filled with wild joy. Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said seriously: "So, you've agreed then."

  "Hmm." Lin Junyun nodded: "I'm afraid of doing a bad job and wasting Uncle's efforts."

  "No way, Uncle will take care of you." Zhao Hanquan secretly accelerated the car, feeling that his hands holding the steering wheel were shaking: "What's the point of pre-selection and initial selection, it's just a formality, what Uncle thinks is good is good, the fashion show is about to start, time doesn't wait for people, when we get to my house, I'll personally help you take a set of photos and give them to the planning team, this matter can be settled immediately."

  "Thank you, Uncle." Lin Junyun looked at Zhao Hanquan's profile and suddenly felt a nameless emotion. They were not related, nor did they have any other connection, yet he had been willing to go to great lengths to help him, just because he had been his son's tutor for a few months. Pang Guangyong had said that he didn't seem like a good person, but could someone who would spare no effort or resources to repay a debt of gratitude to their son's tutor be a bad person?

  "At least Uncle Da said that when he mentioned Zhao Wei, his eyes were very sincere." Lin Junyun looked out the window and thought silently: "Can a person who is so sincere about emotions be a bad person? I wouldn't believe it even if you killed me."

  Soon, the car arrived at the entrance of Zhao Hanquan's community. After parking the car, Lin Junyun followed Zhao Hanquan into the elevator and went straight to his home.

  "Huh? Didn't Uncle say Zhao Wei was coming? Where is he?" Lin Junyun asked as soon as Zhao Hanquan opened the door, looking inside but not seeing Zhao Wei.

  Zhao Han's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion, Zhao Wei's return to the country was completely made up by him, and his goal was to trick Lin Junyun into coming home: "The plane might be late."

  "Ah!" Lin Junyun changed his shoes and walked into the living room, looking around, the whole living room was in a mess. On the sofa, there were unwashed pants hanging on it, on the coffee table, several instant noodle bags and unwashed bowls were scattered around, with leftover soup still inside. Lin Junyun sat down while shaking his head: "Uncle, your home is so messy, it seems that not having a woman at home really doesn't work."

  "Our home is too messy, it's embarrassing for you to see. Please sit down, I'll go boil some water and make tea." Zhao Hanquan said as he cleared the remaining chess pieces from the table.

  "Don't bother, didn't Uncle say he'd help me take a few photos?" As for participating in the fashion show, Lin Junyun was undecided at first, but once she decided to participate, she was more anxious than anyone else.

  "Alright, let's get started." Zhao Hanquan said as he went into his room and came out with four or five sets of women's clothing. He handed one set to Lin Junyun and draped the rest over the sofa: "Little Lin, these are all Ke'er Fashion's new spring products. Go change into one in the bathroom."

  "This... do we have to change?" Lin Junyun's face showed a difficult expression. How could a girl from another family go to the bathroom of a middle-aged man's house to change clothes? What if his ex-wife happened to bring Zhao Wei along, how would he explain this clearly?

  Zhao Hankui knew what Lin Junyun was hesitating about, so he patiently advised: "Little Lin, the organizer of this fashion show is Ke'er Clothing, and our company is just a co-organizer, so the initiative is still in their hands. Ke'er Clothing is different from other brands, their consistent style is fresh and elegant, if you want to stand out, it's better to wear the organizer's brand clothes, which can get some impression points."

  "Alright then, sorry to trouble you, uncle. Please wait for a moment." Lin Junyun said, and then rushed into the bathroom to change his clothes.

  Lin Junyun had just stepped into the shower room when Zhao Hankui quickly opened his own door and rushed in, lightly tapping on the laptop on the desk. The screen immediately popped up with two rows of six small frames, which surprisingly all showed the scenes inside the shower room. These images displayed six different angles of the shower room, and for Lin Junyun's scene of changing clothes, it was a must-see, so he had done his homework before Lin Junyun arrived. The entire house was filled with cameras everywhere, except for that extremely perverted small room. He not only wanted to record Lin Junyun's sexy scenes while changing clothes but also wanted to capture all of Lin Junyun's images.

  At this time, the six small screens were still static, but Zhao Hankui was not in a hurry. His family's shower room was very large, and Lin Junyun had not yet reached the center point of the video gathering. Zhao Hankui swallowed his saliva with a "gulp" sound, staring intently at the screen. Sure enough, the video started to have movement, and Lin Junyun appeared on the screen, hanging her clothes on a hook at that moment.

  Zhao Hankui's breathing quickened, staring intently at the computer screen, his right hand began to unconsciously search into his pants.

  Lin Junyun hung up his clothes and crossed his hands, starting to take off his top. His navel, not very prominent twin peaks, gradually appeared in front of Zhao Hanquan's eyes. Zhao Hanquan felt like he was about to suffocate, stretching out five fingers to grab the computer screen, wishing he could speed up Lin Junyun's movements.

  "Ah……" The spasms in his lower abdomen made Zhao Hanquan close his eyes, letting out a series of stifled groans. After an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, he opened his eyes again to take another look, only to find that Lin Junyun had disappeared from the video screen. The six frames on the monitor were all frozen images.

  Zhao Hankui took a deep breath, shook the mouse, and made sure it wasn't a computer crash before opening the door to head back to the living room. Lin Junyun had disappeared from the video and was probably already changed into her clothes. He had to go back and take some photos of her.

  Zhao Hankui hadn't even turned around when the video made another sound, and Lin Junyun appeared in the video again. At this moment, she had changed into a black and white polka-dot dress, turning left and right in front of the mirror, seemingly admiring her beauty.

  Lin Junyun's posture left Zhao Hankui stunned, his nose was already blocked and he couldn't breathe, so he could only pant heavily with his mouth. Suddenly, his lower abdomen tightened, followed by a surge of unstoppable hot fluid shooting out.

  Dongcheng business street, Pang Guang and Zhang Xiaoting have already lost interest. Pang Guang suggested: "Do you still remember Zhang's noodle shop? We used to go there often."