Urban Seduction: Housewives Club-Chapter 521: The Joyful Wedding Banquet

Ye Fei’s sudden compliance took the female photographer by surprise, but she didn’t ask any questions.

For one thing, she felt it was inappropriate, and for another, her goal was to prevent him from disrupting her shoot.

Now that he had calmed down, it worked out perfectly. One by one, sweet couple photos were quickly taken and then printed as life-sized images.

Since there was no place to hang them here, Ye Fei decided against having them framed. Instead, he rolled them up and stored them in long boxes, planning to secretly put them in his spatial storage after leaving. He intended to hang them up back in Wang Hai City, of course, after he had reunited all his beloved women.

After all the photos were taken, Liu Yiru prepared to go back and change out of her wedding dress, but Ye Fei stopped her.

"Don’t change. You’re my bride today, so let’s keep it on," he said.

"But..." Liu Yiru instinctively glanced down at her chest. Although her internal energy kept her from feeling the cold and the dress wasn’t overly revealing, she still felt uncomfortable wearing so little in front of men other than Ye Fei.

Understanding his mom’s thoughts, Ye Fei produced a white shawl as if by magic and gently draped it over her. "There you go," he said with a smile.

Liu Yiru smiled and finally agreed. In this unfamiliar place, she was happy to flaunt her happiness.

As the two were about to pay and leave, a well-dressed middle-aged man hurried over and politely said, "Excuse me, could you spare a moment? I’d like to discuss something with you."

Ye Fei wasn’t interested in engaging with the eager-looking man, but Liu Yiru, in her good mood from the photoshoot with her beloved son, nodded and asked, "What is it?"

"Well," the man rubbed his hands together, "your photos are just extraordinary. I was wondering if you’d agree to let us keep one as a display piece. In return, we can waive the cost of this session, including the wedding dress."

Only then did Ye Fei and his mom realize that this man was the studio owner. His request wasn’t too demanding, and many would be thrilled to have their photos as a studio’s display.

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But their situation was different. Their relationship couldn’t be made public yet. Although this was an unfamiliar place, they couldn’t be sure there wasn’t someone who knew them. So, Liu Yiru politely declined, "I’m sorry, we don’t want our images out there."

"How about this," the owner persisted, "in addition to waiving this session’s cost, I’ll pay for your portrait rights. What do you say?" He was determined to make an offer he couldn’t refuse because this couple was truly exceptional.

The woman was stunning, and the deep happiness and affection between them were palpable even in photos. He believed their photo as a display would boost his business significantly, so he was set on convincing them.

The owner’s offer was generous and his attitude sincere. Ye Fei didn’t want to refuse too harshly and explained, "Sir, it’s not that we don’t want to, but our relationship isn’t public yet. So, we have to decline." Explore new worlds at novelbuddy

With that said, the owner couldn’t press further but still held onto hope. He quietly kept the photo negatives, thinking that although their relationship wasn’t public now, it would be soon. He believed that waiting a few months or a year before using the photos would be fine.

An event that happened next reinforced his determination. Later, when he hung the photo outside, it caused Ye Fei some trouble but also marked the beginning of his rise to dominance.

"It’s all your fault," Liu Yiru playfully scolded as they left the studio. She was holding the shawl over her chest and dragging the long skirt.

"You made me wear this. It’s so inconvenient!" She was getting more and more used to acting coquettish in front of her son.

Ye Fei laughed and suddenly swept his mom into his arms. "This way, it won’t be inconvenient," he said, ignoring her struggles as he carried her into a nearby hotel with accommodation. He found the owner and told him he wanted to rent out the entire place. He also instructed the owner to put up a notice at the entrance saying that the hotel was hosting a wedding banquet.

Anyone could come in for a drink. No gifts were needed; just a blessing for the newlyweds would do.

The hotel, which had been quite empty due to the influx of martial artists, was more than happy to have such a generous customer. The owner quickly arranged everything as Ye Fei had said and even provided two strings of a million firecrackers at his own expense.

Throughout this, Liu Yiru, who had stepped down from Ye Fei’s arms once inside the hotel, hadn’t voiced any objections. She followed Ye Fei with a happy smile, looking like a docile and gentle wife, unaware that Ye Fei had quietly given the owner another instruction when she wasn’t looking.

Thanks to the owner’s vigorous promotion, the hotel quickly filled up with people. Most were local residents.

The local culture was quite hearty, so they didn’t feel shy about attending a wedding for strangers.

After loudly offering their congratulations, they began to celebrate, which was exactly what Ye Fei had wanted.

Receiving blessings from everyone, even though she didn’t know them, made Liu Yiru extremely happy.

After Ye Fei toasted at each table, she sat down and watched her beloved laugh heartily as he drank with the hearty locals.

The celebration continued until dusk, and the hotel was still packed. However, Ye Fei didn’t want to neglect his "bride." He excused himself and called over the owner. The others understood and loudly offered more blessings to Liu Yiru, some of which were quite bold, turning her face bright red.

Ye Fei wrote a check for 500,000 and gave it to the owner, telling him that the celebration could continue downstairs while he was upstairs. He would settle the total bill the next day.

Although there was a risk of being overcharged, he didn’t care. The blessings meant everything to him and his mom.