pjbooks Chapter 282 When Lin Zhou was caught secretly taking photos of paparazzi, he invited them to drink c
Chapter 282 When Lin Zhou was caught secretly taking photos of paparazzi, he invited them to drink c
Lin Zhou's eyes, which had been slightly narrowed, snapped open instantly. The languid look in his pupils vanished without a trace, replaced by a chilling coldness like polar ice.
He released Su Qingge's warm shoulders, lightly touched the soft sand with his toes, and his whole body turned into a blurry afterimage, drawing a domineering arc under the blazing sun.
The paparazzi behind the rocks were holding their breath, their fingers excitedly tapping the shutter, muttering to themselves that they were about to make a fortune.
But the next second, he felt a sharp chill on the back of his neck, and an irresistible force precisely gripped his carotid artery.
"Did you enjoy filming?"
Lin Zhou's deep voice rang in his ear, much like the low murmur of death in the dead of night.
The paparazzi was so startled that he almost dropped his top-of-the-line telephoto camera.
He turned around in horror, only to meet Lin Zhou's deep, dangerous eyes. Cold sweat instantly ran down his spine.
"Young Master Lin... I... I was just passing by..."
"Would someone passing by bring a 600mm prime lens and then hide in a crevice among oyster shells?"
Lin Zhou sneered and easily snatched the camera from the other person, his fingers nimbly scrolling across the screen.
The camera is full of Su Qingge.
There were images of her hurriedly walking out of the dressing room, her stunningly curvaceous back view encased in that purple bikini, and even a close-up of her shy, gentle smile.
Each photo perfectly captures Su Qingge's unique blend of aloofness and charm, with meticulous lighting and composition, unlike the low-brow, candid shots often taken by ordinary paparazzi.
Lin Zhou's originally violent gaze became strangely calm after seeing these photos.
"This composition, this aperture...you used to shoot documentary photography, right?"
Lin Zhou released his grip, the murderous intent in his tone fading, replaced by a hint of amusement.
The paparazzi slumped on the beach, panting heavily, and nodded, his face pale.
"I...I used to win a gold medal at an international film festival, but then my family had a financial crisis, so I went into this line of work."
He lowered his head, his eyes revealing his disgust at his own depravity.
Looking at him, Lin Zhou suddenly remembered that during those dark years, he had also lost many pure things in order to survive.
"It must feel unpleasant to turn art into a tool for prying into private lives just for money, right?"
Lin Zhou pulled the paparazzo up, but instead of the expected violent beating, he casually patted the sand off his clothes.
"Come on, since you're here, have a drink with me."
The paparazzo was completely stunned. He thought he would be badly injured if he didn't die today, and he was even mentally prepared to be thrown into the sea by the bloodhound to feed the fish.
Surprisingly, this supposedly ruthless godfather of Beijing kindly led him back to the sunshade.
At this moment, Su Qingge stood up with some worry and saw Lin Zhou leading a disheveled man back, her brows furrowing slightly.
"Lin Zhou, this is...?"
"A little fanboy, his photography skills are pretty good."
Lin Zhou casually picked up a sliced fresh coconut from the ice bucket, inserted a straw, and handed it to the uneasy paparazzi.
"Have some, it's chilled, it'll cool you down."
The paparazzi took the coconut with trembling hands, took a sip, and the cool, sweet juice slid down his throat, gradually calming his heart, which was on the verge of exploding.
He looked at Lin Zhou.
The man was naturally picking up the sunscreen and reapplying it to Su Qingge's ankles, which he had previously missed, with gentle and focused movements.
"Young Master Lin...aren't you going to destroy my memory card?"
The paparazzi swallowed hard and asked, mustering his courage.
Lin Zhou didn't even look up, his tone indifferent.
"Those photos are really beautiful, it's a shame to ruin them. But if I don't want them to appear online, no one in the world can post them, you understand?"
The paparazzo shuddered; this understated yet overwhelmingly authoritative threat was more shocking than a direct slap in the face.
"I understand... I'll delete it right away."
"No rush. Let's talk."
Lin Zhou sat back in his deck chair, his gaze fixed on Nuonuo, who was running happily on the beach in the distance.
"The price of fame is high. The Su family and the Lin family are both in the eye of the storm right now. If you release these photos, you might get a huge sum of money, but you will also ruin the peace that Qingge has worked so hard to achieve."
"You captured her beauty because you have the soul of an artist in your bones, not pure trash."
"Don't let these eyes, which are capable of discovering beauty, end up seeing nothing but banknotes."
Lin Zhou's words were straightforward, without a trace of preachy platitudes, yet every word struck the paparazzi's most sensitive nerves.
Looking at Su Qingge's pure smile on the camera screen, and then at Nuonuo's innocent appearance in the distance, the paparazzi felt a long-dormant sense of shame erupt completely.
He originally thought Lin Zhou was just a rich and powerful nouveau riche, but now he realized that this man's insight into people's hearts was terrifying.
"Young Master Lin, I'm sorry, I... I was truly bewitched."
He carefully removed the memory card from the camera and handed it to Lin Zhou.
Lin Zhou smiled, but instead of taking it, he waved his hand.
"Keep it as a souvenir of your rediscovery of your soul. Whether you send it or not is a matter of your bottom line."
Looking at Lin Zhou's lazy yet confident demeanor, the paparazzi suddenly felt a strong sense of awe.
Just then, Nuonuo ran over carrying a large pile of colorful seashells, her little face flushed, excitedly shouting:
"Daddy! Mommy! Look at the treasure Nuonuo found!"
The little guy saw a strange uncle, tilted his head, and blinked his big eyes curiously.
"Uncle, would you like to play in the sand with me?"
The paparazzi looked at the exquisitely beautiful child with clear eyes, then at the stunningly beautiful Su Qingge and the domineering and affectionate Lin Zhou beside her.
This scene itself is the most perfect and inviolable work of art in the world.
He suddenly felt that his expensive camera had become heavy and superfluous at that moment.
"No, honey. Uncle has to catch his flight."
The paparazzi gave Nuonuo the brightest smile they'd given her in years.
He stood up and bowed deeply to Lin Zhou and Su Qingge.
There was no unnecessary pleading, nor any false promises.
He turned around, braving the blinding sun of the island, and strode towards the distant dock.
Su Qingge looked at his retreating figure and then looked at Lin Zhou with some confusion.
"You're just going to let him go like that? What if he betrays us..."
Lin Zhou stretched and naturally pulled Su Qingge into his arms, gazing at the beautiful scenery where the sea and sky met in the distance.
"He wouldn't. A person who truly understands light and shadow wouldn't personally shatter the most beautiful light he's ever seen."
"Besides, Bloodhound is waiting for him at the dock; he won't have a chance to make a move even if he wanted to."
Su Qingge chuckled and playfully pinched Lin Zhou.
"You're always so mean."
Lin Zhou laughed heartily, picked up Nuonuo who had just rushed over, and let the little guy's fine sand get all over him.
"Let's go fishing!"
The paparazzi walked along the pier's promenade, looking back.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, the family of three splashed water at each other in the shallows, their laughter ringing out.
He lowered his head and decisively pressed the format button.
Those precious negatives that could have bought him a new house have vanished into nothingness.
But he felt more relaxed than ever before.
He put down the camera and stuffed it into the bottom of his backpack.
"Thanks, Brother Zhou."
He muttered something to himself, then stepped onto the departing speedboat without looking back.
Meanwhile, Lin Zhou, on the beach, mischievously stuffed an ice cube into Su Qingge's back.
"Lin Zhou! You're dead!"