After Running Into a High School Classmate at a Wedding Photoshoot

The story is complete! Throwing confetti!! Next up: Hidden Fragrance [Beijing Circle]. Please add it to your upcoming list!!! Blurb for this story After Running Into a High School Classmate at a Wedding Photoshoot Su Cen is a part-time model. She took a job posing for a bridal shop’s sample photos, paired with a male model in a perfectly matched pose, their temples almost touching. After a few sweet shots, her fellow model stepped away. Only then did she notice a blurry figure sitting in the shadow of the park’s shuttle van. One glance was enough to recognize him: her high school classmate, Lu Qian. In high school, Lu Qian had been the unreachable top student, while she was an art-obsessed girl at the bottom of the class. Their only real connection was the few days he had posed nude for her. She had drawn every detail of his body, from the shadows beneath his aloof eyes to the restrained lines of his muscles. They hadn’t seen each other in nine years. There was no need for small talk. When the shoot ended, Su Cen immediately gathered her dress and left, but after only a couple of steps, someone blocked her way. A pair of gleaming, expensive leather shoes appeared in her view. Lu Qian’s voice sounded both familiar and strange, yet inexplicably strained. “Long time no see, great artist. Getting married? ... Why didn’t you tell your classmates?” - At an industry reception, Lu Qian broke with habit and went for a third drink. His friend hurried over to block his glass. “The glasses may be small, but three of them are enough to get you drunk.” Lu Qian’s eyes were hazy with drink, his voice bitter and resentful. “Heh... a, a mistress?” His friend: ? After a long pause, the drunk man started talking nonsense. “If it’s her... then honestly, anything would be fine.” - As Lu Qian kept closing in on her, Su Cen seriously began to suspect that the Wall Street investment banker portrayed in that media interview, cool-headed, restrained, and uninterested in romance, was entirely made up. In the art studio, he yanked the curtains shut. His lean, defined muscles seemed completely at odds with his usual air. The line of his hips was faintly visible as he leaned over her, pressing close. “Your friend is modeling for you. Your husband won’t mind, will he?” Su Cen put a hand against his hot chest as he kept moving closer. “First of all, I don’t have a husband.” “Second, put your clothes back on. I’m not drawing that kind of comic.” Illustrator x investor 1. Reunited after years apart, not a second-chance romance 2. From the perspective of the heroine’s high school classmate; the hero has a secret crush on her 3. The heroine was once a rich young lady, fell on hard times in the middle, but not because of the hero. By the time they reunite, her fortunes are just beginning to turn around. She gets everything back later and ends up a rich young lady again. 4. Blurb posted on December 24, 2025, with a screenshot saved. The story is scheduled to start on December 28, 2025. ------------Upcoming: Hidden Fragrance [Beijing Circle]. Please add it to your upcoming list------------ Fan Zhen, a Tibetan incense artisan, went to deliver incense to a temple and ran into several prominent guests who often came there to offer incense. One of them recognized her face and covered his mouth in shock. “Holy crap, I’ve seen a ghost.” The elegantly dressed man beside him shot him an impatient glance. “Watch your mouth in the Buddha Hall.” Following his gaze, Qian Yang narrowed his eyes. It really was a ghost. They had broken up three years ago, and Qian Yang had spent those three years treating Fan Zhen as if she were dead. His gaze settled on her, heavy and tangible. His friend, on high alert, hurriedly stepped in front of him to block his view and gestured for Fan Zhen to leave. Qian Yang gently brushed him aside. “With Buddha watching, what could I do?” - Qian Yang, heir to the Renxin Medical Group, was famous for avoiding women and keeping himself pure. Whenever he had free time, he went to the Buddha Hall, dashing the hopes of countless socialites. Everyone who had met Qian Yang said he always wore a string of black prayer beads on his cool, pale wrist, giving off a faint, calming fragrance. It was said that a certain benefactor had strung the beads for him. The day she placed them in his hands, she left. After that, his temperament changed completely. He took the group in hand with ruthless, iron-fisted methods. Yet one day, this cold and loveless man returned from a great temple in the mountains and broke his vow, looking utterly dejected. His friend blocked his wineglass. “Stop drinking. She’s back safe and sound, isn’t she?” Qian Yang sneered. “What difference does it make if she’s dead?” - A Tibetan incense artisan who had just returned from Tibet joined the hospital, specializing in Tibetan incense moxibustion while also serving as the director’s personal assistant. Wherever Fan Zhen went, she left behind a calming scent of pine and cypress, and Qian Yang suddenly stopped suffering from insomnia. One day, the prayer beads vanished from Qian Yang’s wrist, and his friend feared he would turn the hospital upside down looking for them. Instead, he saw Qian Yang take the hand of the woman beside him, his words seemingly carrying a deeper meaning. “I’ve hidden them away. I’m afraid I’ll lose them.” The truth was that the string had broken the night before. The beads had scattered across the floor, like the Buddha’s heart shattered by a man who had broken his vows. 1. Hidden Fragrance: the title can be read with two different pronunciations, both with their own meaning. 2. Tibetan incense is part of the second batch of China’s national intangible cultural heritage. It is handmade from dozens of precious Tibetan medicinal herbs and aromatic plants, including saffron, snow lotus, musk, Tibetan cardamom, rhodiola, cloves, borneol, sandalwood, agarwood, and nard. It has various medicinal benefits, such as moisturizing the skin, boosting immunity, relieving neuralgic headaches, and improving sleep quality. [Source: online] 3. Three-year age gap Humble, steadfast, and true to herself x proud, sharp-tongued, and concerned with appearances Tibetan incense prodigy x eldest son of a medical group Theme: You have to grow up alongside yourself.