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Translator: Vemmy

"Mao Er, Mao Er?"

His full-time assistant, Ke Le, opened the dressing room door and was shocked by the furry ball curled up on the sofa, sound asleep. He quickly locked the door behind him.

"My god, how could you change your form here? What are you going to do if the makeup artist or someone else came in and saw you?"

The Siamese cat, whose sleep was disrupted, unhappily stretched his body, then changed into its human form right in front of Ke Le – becoming an elegant young man in enchanting attire, lazily stretching while half-inclined on the sofa.

"The makeup artist already left. Other than you, who else would come in so casually?" He refuted while yawning.

"It's still not okay! What if, after changing into cat form, you subconsciously wash your face and ruin the makeup?" Ke Le pushed Ling Mao Er, whose eyes were still heavy with sleep, out of the room. "Hurry up and go! The photographer has already arrived. Everyone is just waiting for you now!"

Ling Mao Er was already very dissatisfied with the photographer whom he had yet to meet. "He's putting on airs. I had to wait so long for him that I fell asleep but he can't even wait for just a few minutes?"

"He rushed over right after his flight landed. The flight delay really can't be controlled by him, alright? Also, Teacher Mu is very well known in the photography world. I'm begging you, please don't show that kind of 'you-stupid-humans' expression, because it could easily cause misunderstandings!"

Ling Mao Er disdainfully glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, expressing his scorn towards that sentence.

Ke Le was about to go mad. "That's exactly what I'm talking about! Please take it back!"

Ling Mao Er was roughly half-pushed towards the studio by Ke Le, transforming instantly when people were present. With an elegant and measured pace, he appeared in front of the masses and successfully captured the stunned gazes as he walked.

Only then could Ke Le finally heave a sigh of relief. Ling Mao Er had very strict standards for his public image, so it was one of the few areas where Ke Le didn't have to worry.

Although Ke Le was aware that it stemmed from Ling Mao Er's narcissistic nature, wanting to be in the limelight no matter where he went, rather than out of dedication towards his profession, it was definitely an advantage for a professional model.

The advertisement project director's eyes lit up upon seeing Ling Mao Er with makeup, secretly pleased that he chose the right person and pulled the latter to the photographer's side, introducing them to each other.

"This is the print model for the perfume advertisement this time, Ling Mao Er. This is Teacher Mu, who is in charge of the photography. Because of the weather, Teacher Mu's flight was delayed for a few hours and rushed over as soon as his flight had arrived, please let him off easy."

"My apologies," Mu Mu took the initiative to extend his hand, "I've kept you waiting for a while, I'm really sorry."*

*he's embarrassed for being an inconvenience

Ling Mao Er calmly sized him up from head to toe. The first impression that Mu Mu gave people was tall, from a visual inspection, as he was at least 1.9m (6.2 feet) tall, with a powerful build that could easily be used to block the wind.

It was obviously an advantage, but in Ling Mao Er's mind, he was a photographer and not a model, so what was the point of growing so tall?

Other than being tall, Mu Mu's other characteristics could be described as plain, nothing particularly outstanding in his facial features. Ling Mao Er would probably forget his face the moment he stepped out the room.

Ke Le stealthily poked Ling Mao Er in the back before the latter indifferently shook hands with Mu Mu. The other party was not only tall, but his palm was also broader than that of an average person. Ling Mao Er's entire hand could almost fit into the other party's palm.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Ling Mao Er's tone was somewhat perfunctory.

Ke Le, who had long been accustomed to his attitude, hurriedly stood up to help improve his

impression. "Teacher Mu is a photographer that Mao Er has admired for a long time. He was very happy when he heard about the collaboration with Teacher Mu, so even if he had to wait a while, it would still be worth it."

Ling Mao Er smiled insincerely while thinking, God knows who you are because I sure don't.

Oh, wait. It seemed that the manager had mentioned him before…something about winning an award? No matter how prestigious they are, regarding people or things that he doesn't care about, Ling Mao Er's memory was always bad.

"Ling Mao Er. This stage name leaves a deep impression on people and they won't forget it after hearing it." Mu Mu didn't mind Ling Mao Er's impoliteness and maintained a very sincere attitude.

"It's not a stage name, it's my real name," Ling Mao Er immediately corrected.

"That's really a unique name. The one who named you was quite original."

Ling Mao Er's attitude finally eased a bit, for the one who had named him was actually himself.

"In that case, can we start?"

"Of course." Mu Mu took his camera from the assistant. "I wish for our pleasant cooperation."

Ling Mao Er had debuted with a set of outstandingly beautiful photos in female dress that had blazed through the fashion circle. His actual gender was later revealed by his agency after people in the industry had inquired about the identity of the mysterious beauty.

From shock to admiration to being stunned by his beauty, his status in the industry had henceforth been established as that of "a man more beautiful than women".

To the public, his profile was that of a nineteen year-old mixed-race beauty of Chinese-Thai descent. However, his actual identity was that of a Thai-born Siamese cat, one who had lived for hundreds of years. He was one of the many monsters that lived under the disguise of a human and used their specialties and abilities to make a living.

Ling Mao Er's only presentable specialty was his beauty, so he walked along the path of making a living by relying on his face. He didn't feel that it was anything to be embarrassed about, beauty was also a talent after all.

The Siamese cat is famous in the cat world for its small V-shaped face, which is even more pronounced after transforming into a human. He had the palm-sized oval-shaped face that thousands of girls dreamed of and that photographers were the fondest of.

Almost every photo of Ling Mao Er would be suspected to be photo shopped without exception and those who questioned him wouldn't be convinced otherwise until they saw him in person. Then they would immediately suspect him of having plastic surgery.

Ling Mao Er sneered disdainfully at these people, how could humans hope to compare to the beauty of cats?

Ling Mao Er signed an advertising contract with the perfume company last month, but because of scheduling problems between the two sides, the model and the photographer had to wait until today to meet for the first time.

The main selling point of this particular fragrance was that it could be used by both men and women, so the Ling Mao Er who was famous for his androgynous beauty was naturally the first choice of the manufacturers.

[Androgynous - partly male and partly female in appearance]

For this, the makeup artist specially designed a style of makeup that blurred the lines between male and female, making it difficult to tell the actual gender, highlighting Ling Mao Er's unique neutral temperament even more.

When the beautiful and sexy Ling Mao Er appeared under the spotlight, everyone at the scene, regardless whether they were men or women, felt their hearts skip a beat. This kind of beauty was almost non-human and more like kind of the evil spirits in legends who would steal and absorb your soul if you gazed into their eyes for merely three seconds.

Mu Mu raised his camera and quickly took a few shots, not only for the purpose of checking the lighting but also to help him enter a working state of mind as soon as possible. Ling Mao Er cooperated with Mu Mu's lens as he assumed a variety of tempting poses, entirely different from the somewhat haughty attitude earlier.

Ke Le felt gratified while watching Ling Mao Er's professional performance in front of the camera. Even though he had offended many people due to his nature, his performance in his job had always made even the most demanding photographers satisfied.

Even if there were people who weren't satisfied with how he treated people normally, after seeing the completed photo, they were inevitably subdued. For two naturally complementary professions, if a photographer met a model that could completely bring out all of their strengths, they wouldn't focus excessively on the personality defects in the model that weren't captured in the photo.

This was also one of the points that Ke Le, as Ling Mao Er's assistant, was most pleased about. Regarding defects in the personality, if someone knew that Ling Mao Er's original form was that of a cat, they wouldn't think that it was an imperfection. After all, who would criticize a cat for being proud?

More so, Ling Mao Er wasn't any ordinary cat. He was a purebred of royal blood so even the heavens wouldn't tolerate it if he wasn't proud.

(Ling Mao Er had told Ke Le that he was a cat raised by a Thai king in the ancient times and had once lived in the largest Buddhist temple in Bangkok, having cultivated day after day under the influence of the the incense and prayers until he could become human, towards this, he is absolutely certain but of course, the truth would require further investigation.)

In Ke Le's eyes, Ling Mao Er was a perfect person/cat. He doesn't believe there was anyone who could be dissatisfied with the Ling Mao Er in front of the lens.

However, this record was broken today. When the warm up ended and the official photo shoot began, Mu Mu repeatedly lowered his camera, shaking his head with some dissatisfaction.

The director was immersed in Ling Mao Er's beauty, seeing Mu Mu acting like this, he thought it was a problem with the camera.

"Teacher Mu, is there a problem?"

Mu Mu spoke very directly. "It might be because the model has yet to enter a focused state, or maybe because the wait earlier was too long and consumed some of the model's enthusiasm. In any case, it should be my fault."

The director was shocked. "Really? I think Mao Er's performance was already quite perfect."

This was also what Ke Le wanted to say. Although Ling Mao Er was indeed annoyed that Mu Mu was late, he swore that Mao Er's performance was at the same level as before. This was actually the first time someone questioned Ling Mao Er's professional attitude. He secretly glanced up to see the reaction of the person in question, and as expected, Ling Mao Er's elegant brows were wrinkled, indicating his displeasure.

"In that case, could Teacher Mu tell me where my performance was unsatisfactory and give me a pointer or two?"