Shen Yanxi II

Mom's gaze fell upon the business card as she read it aloud, word by word:

"Sy... Model Agency... Founder, Shen Yanxi..."

At that moment, Mom clutched the card as if it were a ticket to another world.

She looked up at Shen Yanxi across from her and asked, Yanxi, you... you started a modeling agency?"

"You could say that."

Shen Yanxi crossed her long, elegant legs beneath her high-waisted trousers, leaning back gracefully into the sofa as her fingertips tapped lightly against the rim of her coffee cup.

"But what I do is different from those agencies out there dragging young girls around runways and booking them for sleazy gigs. After graduation, I entered this industry. You know, besides this face and this figure, I didn't have much else to offer, heh..."

She gave a self-deprecating chuckle before continuing, "Those first few years? I endured every hardship imaginable. Clients groping me, agents skimming my pay, fighting with a bunch of barely legal girls backstage over a single dress... Ugh, those days—still feel like hell when I think back."

Mom listened quietly, not interrupting.

"But you know what? I'm tough."

Shen Yanxi shifted her tone, leaning forward slightly as her beautiful eyes locked onto Mom's. "I figured it out fast: in this business, looks and body alone won't cut it. You need brains. You need to know what those men truly want. You have to learn how to sell your strengths for the highest price."

Her gaze swept back and forth over her mother's ample chest and the curves of her waist and hips, tightly hugged by her skirt.

"It took me ten years to climb from being a pushover model to where I am now. The women signed to my agency aren't ordinary models." A mysterious smile curved Shen Yanxi's lips. "My place caters to clients with true taste—those who appreciate beauty—providing the most exquisite 'art pieces'."

Her mother's heart sank violently. With great effort, she managed to ask, "So... you want me to join your company... as a model?"

"A model? Heh..."

Shen Yanxi burst into laughter, her body shaking with mirth. The silk blouse across her chest rippled even more wildly. "Oh my dear sister, what are you thinking? How could I possibly have you compete for work with those underdeveloped little girls? That would be a waste of your talents!"

She leaned forward again, lowering her voice. "Lingling, you're different from them. You're one of a kind."

Mom felt a chill from her gaze and instinctively tried to pull back.

"Don't be nervous."

Shen Yanxi soothed her softly, reaching across the table to grasp her mother's hand once more. "I'm not a 'model.' We call it 'body aesthetics presentation,' or 'static image consultant.' It's an art form, you understand?"

Her mother froze, these sophisticated yet vague terms leaving her mind blank.

"Don't sit there. Come on, stand up. Let me get a good look."

Shen Yanxi pulled her mother's hand without waiting for a response, hauling her up from the sofa.

Mom stumbled, forced into an upright posture.

This sudden action made her blush with shame. Though few people were in the lounge, the scattered glances that met her made her feel as if she'd been stripped naked and stood bare in the center of the crowd.

"Don't mind those philistines. They wouldn't understand."

Shen Yanxi soothed her mother softly. "Come on, turn around. Let me see your back."

Her mother's body stiffened. Shame and the primal urge to survive tore fiercely within her.

Ultimately, survival instinct prevailed. Biting her lower lip, she obediently turned around as Shen Yanxi instructed.

The black dress had been tight to begin with, and now that she stood, it clung to every curve of her body, accentuating them to the extreme.

Her astonishing waist-to-hip ratio, her firm, rounded buttocks, and those long, straight legs with their smooth, flowing muscle lines... everything was laid bare in the luxurious surroundings of the club.

"Yes, that's it..."

Shen Yancheng's voice carried a hint of uncontrollable excitement, like a demanding director directing their actor. "Arch your back a little more. Your butt... yes, lift your butt slightly higher. Focus all your strength into your hips and legs."

Mom's breathing quickened, her cheeks burning alarmingly, yet her body's instincts made her obey the command unconsciously. She concentrated all her strength, straightened her back, and tensed her beautiful buttocks.

This movement instantly made her already pert buttocks appear even rounder and more uplifted. The fabric of her skirt stretched to its limit, as if it might tear apart at any moment under the explosive power of those two buttocks.

"My goodness..."

Shen Yanxi circled her mother, unable to hide her admiration, her voice growing even more excited. "Lingling, your body is absolutely exquisite... Those breasts, that waist, especially that ass... Tsk tsk, if you were in ancient times, you'd be the kind of femme fatale who could make an emperor skip court."

Her words were blunt and direct, leaving her mother flushed with embarrassment. Yet deep down, a seed of flattered vanity began to sprout... After all, what woman doesn't enjoy hearing compliments?

"Alright, sit down."

With the assessment complete, Shen Yanxi gestured for her mother to take a seat with satisfaction.

She picked up her coffee again, sipping slowly before continuing, "My clients are the most discerning, successful men from all walks of life. They've seen enough of the cookie-cutter influencer faces in their circles—they're bored of it all. What they crave is authenticity, strength, and a sense of narrative."

She gave her mother a meaningful look: "And you, my dear sister, possess everything they dream of. A former national champion, a single mother raising her son alone, a mature woman weathered by life yet still radiant... Every detail about you is a fatal attraction to them. They don't need a simple model—they need a 'work of art' worth savoring. You don't have to do anything, or even say a word. Just stand there and showcase your beauty. That's enough."

Her words left Mom feeling dazed, filled with the allure of promise yet tinged with an indescribable danger.

"If you keep wasting this asset, you'll truly be wasting a gift from heaven."

Shen Yanxi delivered her final summary.

"What... exactly would I be doing?"

Mom still felt uneasy, a nagging sense of foreboding lingering.

Shen Yanxi smiled mysteriously. "Too many eyes here. Let's go somewhere quieter. You'll understand everything then."

She stood up and held out her hand to Mom.

Mom hesitated, but finally placed her hand in Shen Yanxi’s palm.

The moment Mom stood up, Shen Yanxi leaned in close. She raised her other hand, gently tucking a stray strand of Mom’s hair behind her ear. Then, her crimson lips brushed against Mom’s ear as she whispered softly, her eyes seductive and her breath fragrant:

"Darling, you've always been precious—just without a price tag before."

At these words, Mom stiffened completely, her mind going blank.

Shen Yanxi took Mom's hand and led her out of the lounge.

Two women, both over 5'9", one cold and elegant as an iceberg, the other alluring and fiery, striding side by side in their stiletto heels. The sight alone carried a powerful visual impact.

Wherever they went, all eyes were drawn to them involuntarily.

Women's awe and envy, men's greed and desire...

A web of gazes wove itself around them, enveloping the pair.

Shen Yanxi paid no heed to anyone, leading her mother straight toward the elevator.

With a soft ding, the elevator doors slid open on the exclusive floor of the Presidential Suite. Shen Yanxi swiped her key card, pushed open the heavy door, and gestured for her mother to enter.