What’s the use of the female lead?

As the center of the world’s luck, Su Qingshan could list eight hundred different uses.

But for Su Qingshan, who aimed to grow her company and then do charity to gain followers, the best use was naturally to have the female lead be a free promotional model for her own company!

Wouldn’t the plot god, out of respect for her luck, let her company keep thriving?

With the female lead’s help in promotion, this was truly making full use of her!

Gujiajia never expected this punishment would be to work as a free model.

“No pay,” Su Qingshan reiterated.

This punishment was just to model for Dark Dragon’s company?

Gujiajia breathed a sigh of relief. At least it wasn’t some weird demand.

The figure-hugging dark yellow cocktail dress covered only a small part, revealing her fair, plump legs. Beneath the hem, her full hips were accentuated. A diamond-studded belt made her slender waist look delicate. Layered silk at her chest enhanced her ample curves. The strapless design exposed her delicate collarbones. A necklace with a red gem surrounded by tiny diamonds looked luxurious. Her ink-black hair was styled in an elegant updo, adorned with plump pearls.

Even the photographer—a mature beauty herself—stared at the dressed-up Gujiajia with astonishment. Where did the CEO find such a stunning beauty? Elegant, reserved, gorgeous, and noble—simply breathtaking!

Gujiajia stood under the spotlight, uncomfortable with all the lavish jewelry. Soon, the photographer realized this beauty was a complete novice. They had no chemistry. Gujiajia felt ashamed inside. She was holding up work because she wasn’t professional enough. This wouldn’t do.

Su Qingshan shook her head imperceptibly, then stood up to guide the poses personally.

“This won’t work. Movements are too stiff; the effect isn’t coming through.”

The photographer clenched her fist into her palm. Exactly! If not for the CEO’s personal choice and Gujiajia’s beauty, she’d have scolded her mercilessly by now.

“Sorry,” Gujiajia apologized out of habit.

Su Qingshan stepped forward, lifted Gujiajia’s chin, forcing her to look up.

“No need to apologize. You’re not a professional; this is my oversight.”

The girl’s calm, steady voice comforted Gujiajia deeply. A mature beauty dressed so elegantly should carry herself like a noblewoman. How could she be so easily downcast?

The studio’s AC blasted, but the girl’s fingers were warm and soft. Gujiajia’s gaze drifted. Su Qingshan wrapped her arms around her. Gujiajia held her breath. At such close range, all she smelled was the girl’s cool, crisp scent! Sensing tension, Su Qingshan patted her back lightly.

“Just straighten your spine, but don’t be so rigid.”

Her warm hand moved from Gujiajia’s lower back to her shoulders, applying gentle pressure to adjust her posture. Gujiajia was nervous but followed the guidance.

Su Qingshan stepped back two paces, satisfied. Though still standing, it was completely different from the previous stiffness. Before, Gujiajia had been upright but lifeless. Now, relaxed, she looked even more elegant.

“Yes, yes! That’s the feeling!” the photographer exclaimed. No wonder she’s the CEO!

But Su Qingshan wasn’t quite satisfied. Her hand slid down Gujiajia’s arm, adjusting her posture while helping her relax. Gujiajia felt like an obedient doll, her body not her own from nerves. So close, enveloped by the girl’s cool aura, silver-white strands brushed her shoulder—soft, tingling. Her whole body craved the touch, heart itching and numb. Embarrassed, her earlobes grew hot.

Su Qingshan lifted Gujiajia’s forearm slightly, pinching her fingers to adjust each one meticulously. Her gaze was focused. The photographer held her breath, afraid to disturb them. It wasn’t over. Su Qingshan bent down, hands sliding down Gujiajia’s thighs, feeling muscle lines. Adjusting bit by bit. All the way to the ankles.

The girl was actually touching her legs! Gujiajia felt fireworks explode in her mind and shivered.

“Cold?” Su Qingshan noticed. Once the pose was perfect, she stood up and raised the temperature by two degrees. Gujiajia’s ears reddened further. Her shiver wasn’t from cold. Her face heated; she took a deep breath. Mustn’t let anyone see! But Su Qingshan saw. She straightened Gujiajia’s head, guided her gaze, and coaxed a perfect smile.

Click!

The photographer pressed the shutter repeatedly, as if afraid this elegance would fade.

“Perfect!” she praised loudly. The mature beauty radiated dignity and grace. Simply perfect!

But promotional photos needed more than one shot. Not even one outfit. Su Qingshan personally paired clothes and accessories, guiding poses hand by hand. The girl’s cool aura lingered, her faint fragrance intoxicating Gujiajia, making her body uncontrollable. Su Qingshan stood behind her, pressed against her back, hands on her shoulders, guiding her to relax. The elegant mature beauty gazed into the distance, dignified. The cool, beautiful girl looked serious. Their auras merged, as if cut off from the world. The photographer stared blankly, mechanically pressing the shutter. This scene was too beautiful!

The flash made Su Qingshan frown. She wanted the older sister as the free model, not herself. But photo approval was in her hands; she’d delete extras later. Unbothered, she continued guiding poses.

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The grand white floor-length gown was noble, its open back revealing a fair, graceful spine. The gorgeous, dignified mature beauty stood sideways, slightly lifting her skirt. Her ink-black bangs framed fair skin and a long neck. Her expression was serene, as if seeing someone dear, a gentle smile captivating.

Click!

“Perfect!” the photographer praised. The last promotional shot of the day! Perfect wrap-up!

Of course, publishable and non-publishable photos still needed Su Qingshan’s screening.

Gujiajia looked at the girl’s cool face, her body still tingling with touch and warmth. Her heart fluttered, shy and nervous.