Forced Me to Regress, Huh?

The photo shoot in the hotel suite ended at 7:30 p.m.

While trying on the gray backless sweater, Yezi stood in front of the mirror and looked at it. She couldn’t help but marvel at how unique this design was, completely different from anything else on the market.

“Where do you get these new designs?” She was a little curious while changing.

“They’re my own designs, of course,” Cheng Zhu replied while sorting out the photos he had just taken.

“Huh? You designed them yourself?”

“What else?” The regressor relied on his cheat to show off a little.

Should I tell you I’ve even seen a tutorial video by a certain teacher wearing this sweater, as well as a video of a well-known female overseas influencer in it?

This design didn’t take off in just one field—it became a hit across industries and even in multiple countries.

After the photo shoot ended, Yezi eagerly asked for her promised reward before changing back into her bartender uniform.

Who would have thought that underneath the uniform of the beautiful bartender standing there mixing drinks lay a pair of reddened buttocks from a spanking?

Cheng Zhu sighed helplessly. Damn it, these hands of a dignified regressor are meant for slapping faces, not spanking people.

But now, it was 7:30 p.m., and he was starving. After leaving the hotel, he casually picked a roadside diner to grab a meal.

Yezi was the same as always. She rarely ate dinner, a habit used to maintain her figure, but she still sat with Cheng Zhu to keep him company.

In truth, Cheng Zhu wasn’t the type of person who needed company during meals. He could enjoy eating alone just fine. It was purely because Yezi wanted to spend more time with him.

He was savoring a clay pot rice dish with relish.

Watching him, she asked, “Boss, are you dating anyone in college?”

“No, I’ve just started school for a few days. Didn’t I just finish military training?” Cheng Zhu said without looking up.

“But I think that if you want to date someone, a few days should be enough. You could probably even date several people at once,” Yezi teased, her eyes on him.

“Thank you for your recognition of me.” He continued to eat.

The dynamic between Cheng Zhu and Yezi was refreshingly straightforward.

She didn’t pretend to be some pristine, untainted bartender in front of him, nor did she hide her unique quirks.

Similarly, he didn’t bother crafting the persona of a pure and innocent college student in her presence—his roguishness was plain to see.

Yezi seemed to want to say something but hesitated. After looking at her bartender uniform, she only said softly, “Boss, if you have a girlfriend, let me know, okay?”

“Huh? Why?” Cheng Zhu put down his chopsticks and looked up at her.

“If you get a girlfriend, I’ll make sure not to message you on WeChat anymore. If you don’t look for me, I won’t look for you. If there’s something I need to say, or if I have anything on my mind, I’ll post a private Moments update, visible only to you,” Yezi murmured with her eyes slightly lowered.

To be fair, in most cases, if a man was in a relationship and a work-related model—especially a lingerie model—kept texting him, it’d inevitably lead to chaos if his girlfriend found out.

However, Cheng Zhu and Yezi were strictly professional partners now, not partners in any suggestive sense.

Their relationship was completely aboveboard. There was hardly anything between them that would raise an eyebrow, let alone cause a fuss.

Therefore, Yezi’s words expressed her stance, showing she understood her personal boundaries and was clear about what she needed to do moving forward to ensure their long-term cooperation.

Cheng Zhu didn’t say much in response. He simply nodded indifferently. “Got it.”

After returning home, he began editing the photos.

Halfway through, he received a photo sent by Dong Dong.

The Three Musketeers had really gone to West Lake, and they’d taken a group photo together.

After taking the photo, they even added Cheng Zhu’s name at the corner of the photo, posted it in the group chat, and tagged Cheng Zhu. “This is our Room 309’s first group photo!”

“You brat, you really know how to be yin-yang (passive-aggressive),” Cheng Zhu typed.

But in 2014, the term ‘yin-yang’ had yet to carry a different meaning and become popular. When people talked about someone being yin-yang, their first reaction was that they didn’t fit traditional gender norms.

This caused Dong Dong to snap back angrily, “Old Cheng, I’m the room leader. I kindly took the time to include you in the photo, but you’re actually insulting me by saying I’m effeminate?”

Cheng Zhu: “???”

“You think having chest muscles and abs makes you special? The three of us will go to the gym by the school tomorrow and get a membership!” Young Master Dong was furious.

Liu Feng: “No money.”

Zheng Qingfeng: “No.”

Cheng Zhu was puzzled. Weren’t the three of them together? Why were they still typing in the group chat while sitting together?

Little Dong, Little Dong, can’t you tell who the real backbone of Room 309 is?

But there was one good thing about Dong Dong—his temper came and went quickly.

Maybe that was why he kept getting slapped in the face by Cheng but never seemed to learn his lesson.

“Old Cheng, what did you do all day today?” he asked curiously.

“I watched cartoons with my sister in the morning, then went to a hotel to take photos of a model in the afternoon,” Cheng Zhu answered honestly.

“Male model or female model?” Dong Dong was eager for details.

“Guess.”

With that, no matter what Dong Dong said in the group, Cheng Zhu ignored him.

He returned to editing the photos, making sure to finish the main images for each product.

Once he finished, he contacted the artist Fox Talk.

“Are you asleep yet?” Cheng Zhu asked directly.

It was only 11 p.m., and he firmly believed that Fox Talk wasn’t asleep yet.

Sure enough, she replied almost instantly, “Boss, I’m still awake! If you’re giving me an order, I can stay up all night.”

Patron Daddy, I’m still so young. How could I possibly sleep?!

Cheng Zhu sent the product photos. “Just draw these.”

“Wow! Boss, has your store switched up styles?” Fox Talk was surprised.

Previously, the product photos she received were full of seductive vibes. Just looking at them made her blush, and her pervert index soared, sparking a flood of inspiration in her mind!

I’m too good at being a pervert, haha, hahaha!

But now, these new photos, be it makeup, expression, or temperament, all gave off a pure and innocent vibe.

The clothes also changed from the previous approach of as little fabric as possible to each piece having its own little twist.

Not to mention the gray backless sweater, which was Cheng Zhu’s ace product.

Fox Talk opened another image and saw a nun’s outfit.

Instantly, her creative inspiration exploded once again. She even considered adding the four words ‘Come in and repent’ to the drawing once she finished drawing it.

Boss must be quite the pervert. He actually came up with a nun’s outfit. Fox Talk increasingly felt that her patron daddy was a kindred spirit.

She pushed her large black-framed glasses and looked at the product photos on her tablet, nodding vigorously. These are great! I like the nun’s outfit too. Unfortunately, I don’t have anyone to wear it with.

She even felt tempted to buy it herself.

In her apartment, Fox Talk walked to her full-length mirror in her pajamas.

With one hand holding her tablet and the other on her waist, she looked at herself in the mirror and compared it to the product photos on the tablet.

The woman was on the curvier side, with a touch of softness to her body, so the design of the nun’s outfit was somewhat loose in many places.

I definitely won’t look as outrageous as this sister, but it should still look pretty good on me.

Yes, there’s definitely some sex appeal! Absolutely!

I’ll buy one to add to my collection. She decided in her mind. And reward myself with a picture!

As was well known, some artists, when struggling to find the right models, would choose to draw themselves.

Fox Talk walked over to her chair but didn’t sit down. Instead, she squatted down on it.

Some people had quirky ways of sitting. Fox Talk simply felt that squatting while looking at pictures was more comfortable than sitting.

She continued flipping through, and her eyes were immediately attracted to a pure-looking white knitted top.

At first glance, it seemed like an ordinary white knitted top, but it was a cropped style, meaning it exposed the waist.

In addition, the neckline was adorned with white lace, adding a sense of design while also enhancing the overall pure vibe of the top.

As for the bottom, it was essentially just three strands of pearls and a small strip of lace fabric sewn together.

Is the lace leftover from making the top? The amount of material used is even less than my eye mask.

But the pearls are something else. How did he come up with the idea of replacing all the fabric here with a small string of pearls?

But it might be a little tight. Then again, it’s not like I’ll wear it for long anyway—just for a short while.

This patron daddy of mine is really a genius.

If he didn’t work in this field, it would really be a waste of the talent the heavens gave him.

If Cheng Zhu knew that she had elevated him to the level of genius and heaven-blessed talent, he might feel a little speechless.

—No, it’s not to that extent.

Just like that, Fox Talk finished looking at the main images of the product photos. What she most wanted to buy were the gray backless sweater and the nun’s outfit.

In addition, her biggest impression was that the photographer for this store was truly skilled.

“Boss, can I book a photo shoot with your photographer? They’re really good. I feel like they can capture the most beautiful moment in a girl’s life,” she typed.

After sending the message, she added, “A normal photo shoot. I don’t think they’ll take pictures of normal clothes. That would lower the quality, right?”

Cheng Zhu had initially thought Fox Talk was male, but after their previous collaborations and conversations, he had already figured out that she was a female homebody artist.

He replied directly, “I feel like you’re indirectly belittling me and insulting me.”

“Huh? Is it all your work, Boss? Then I’ll take back my request,” Fox Talk quickly responded and sent three kowtowing emojis.

“What? Now that you know it’s me, you don’t want a photo shoot?” Cheng Zhu found it amusing.

“I think it’s better if we stay online friends for life,” Fox Talk said honestly.

Sometimes, their chats got too deep, especially when discussing how to make the art more seductive.

How can we meet in real life? He already knows that I’m a pervert.

Cheng Zhu was shameless and didn’t mind. He wouldn’t feel any social death at all.

In the end, he just instructed, “Draw well. Keep the style the same, but tone down the expressions and mood, and make it lean more towards purity.”

“I understand. I understand, Boss! I don’t only know how to draw that kind of stuff!” Fox Talk felt that her patron daddy definitely had a stereotypical view of her.

“Alright, I’m looking forward to your work.”