Chapter 244: The Abstinent Gigolo 44

Hearing that, Tang Wan and Xi Jingtong both leaned over to look at the camera.

The moment Tang Wan saw the photograph, her heart stirred slightly.

In the image, the morning sunlight poured warmly over the two of them. At the instant Xi Jingtong lowered his head to kiss her hand, a beam of light happened to cross perfectly between them like a glowing cross.

His expression was gentle, reverent, and unbearably affectionate.

That usually cold, restrained, abstinent face had softened into something impossibly tender.

Anyone who saw the photo could immediately tell how deeply the man in the picture loved the woman before him.

And fortunately—

That woman was her.

…

After looking at the photograph, Xi Jingtong raised his eyes toward the photographer.

“You took this very well. Thank you.”

Then he handed over a business card.

“Would you be interested in being the photographer for our wedding?”

The photographer froze.

Then ecstasy exploded across his face.

“I-I can?” he stammered.

God knew he hadn’t gotten any decent work in three months. He was practically starving.

“Of course,” Xi Jingtong replied with a nod.

The photographer quickly accepted the business card, gratitude overflowing from his face before he even looked at it.

“Thank you! Thank you for giving me this opportunity! I’ll definitely take good photos!”

He truly was a professional photographer.

Unfortunately, he’d never become famous, and photography was an industry that burned through money. Nearly every cent he earned had been poured back into his equipment and work.

In the end, even his girlfriend couldn’t tolerate it anymore and had broken up with him in anger.

Earlier that day, he’d heard from a mutual friend that she was coming to register her marriage.

So despite himself, he had come to the Civil Affairs Bureau they once agreed to visit together, hoping he might see her one last time.

Unexpectedly, in a random moment of impulse, he had taken a single photograph—

And somehow landed a major job opportunity.

It wasn’t until Tang Wan and Xi Jingtong had already left that he finally looked down dazedly at the business card in his hand.

And after seeing that Xi Jingtong was actually the president of a company, the photographer nearly exploded in shock.

Holy shit.

This is what a real domineering CEO looks like!

Just then, a familiar figure appeared in the distance.

The photographer instantly snapped back to his senses and reflexively tried to hide behind a corner.

But unexpectedly, the woman strode directly toward him and shouted:

“You still dare hide from me?! If you keep this up, I’ll go register with someone else right now!”

The photographer was completely dumbfounded.

…

Ten minutes later, he walked out holding a red marriage certificate, still looking utterly stunned.

Then he suddenly slapped himself hard across the face.

Pain.

Real pain.

Not a dream.

Was today his lucky day or what?!

No—

The more he thought about it, the more certain he became that his sudden luck was somehow connected to that couple he’d met earlier.

If he hadn’t taken that photo, he would’ve already left heartbroken long ago.

How could he possibly have waited long enough to run into his girlfriend—

No, his wife.

…

Half a month later, Tang Wan and Xi Jingtong held a grand wedding.

Among the guests were quite a few people who knew about Xi Jingtong’s past as a host.

But not a single person dared mention it openly.

Because the wealthy women who had once recognized him and mocked the Tang family for taking in a “host son-in-law” had long since fallen into ruin.

Some had gone bankrupt.

Others had lost everything.

Even the club manager secretly rejoiced that he had never forced Xi Jingtong to sell himself back then.

Otherwise, his club probably wouldn’t still exist today.

As for those who knew about Tang Wan’s condition, many secretly sympathized with Xi Jingtong.

How could a man endure marrying a wife he couldn’t even touch?

Sooner or later, he’d definitely keep a mistress outside… right?

But Tang Wan and Xi Jingtong never cared about other people’s opinions.

Life belonged to them alone.

Like drinking water—only the person drinking knew whether it was warm or cold.

Though both of them carried imperfections, they were still the most suitable people in the world for each other.

And for them—

That was enough.