Fu Shihan stared at him with a chilling gaze, causing the man to swallow nervously with a shudder.
"It was the staff here at the clubhouse who told me!"
Their studio had collaborations with servers in some upscale venues; those people would provide insider tips, and they would reward them in return. That’s how some stars’ private meetups got snapped so unexpectedly.
"They said Lin Yifan was here playing, as well as you, Young Master Lu, and, and President Su of the Su Family."
He didn’t want to seek out death by opposing Fu Shihan, so he spilled everything.
"Young Master Fu, rest assured, I will not disclose this matter! I will delete the photos right now, right in front of you, okay?"
Fu Shihan’s sinister look softened slightly upon hearing this.
He initially thought that he had been tailed all the way here, but if it was the clubhouse staff who informed him to come, then it wasn’t such a big issue.
"What else did you photograph?" Fu Shihan asked coldly.
"Nothing else! It’s all here!"
"Which studio do you belong to?" Fu Shihan pressed on.
"This... Young Master Fu, the job I do isn’t easy either, please don’t be too harsh..."
Hearing this, Fu Shihan raised an eyebrow, looked down at the photos on the camera again, and asked, "So what do you think, what is my relationship with President Su?"
Paparazzi: "..."
This is a deadly question! How should he answer? Isn’t it obvious? Aren’t they just F-buddies? Who would have thought these two were secretly involved!
Paparazzi: "Young Master Fu, I really won’t tell anyone, you can trust me..."
"I’m asking you, what is our relationship."
Paparazzi: "Friends?"
"You bring your son along when you meet friends?"
Paparazzi: "??????"
"Leave me a phone number." Fu Shihan casually tossed the camera back to him. "When I want to publicize this, I’ll call you."
Paparazzi: "Huh?"
What does that mean?
The paparazzi was bewildered, having stalked many people, but this was the first time he encountered someone who actively wanted to be exposed.
After being stunned for a moment, he quickly rattled off a series of numbers. Fu Shihan noted them down, warning, "I don’t want these photos to be known by a third party for now."
"Definitely not!" The paparazzi nodded again and again, almost swearing on it.
In the camera were only a few photos, showing Fu Shihan and Lin Yifan having fun at a club last night, as well as the recent scene of him and Su Wanxin coming out of the hotel, with him holding their son and holding her hand.
The photos taken by the professional paparazzi were quite clear. If these pictures were leaked, they would cause quite a stir.
Wanting to rush home, Fu Shihan didn’t want to waste too much time arguing. He looked at the man’s face, memorized his features, and turned to leave.
The paparazzi watched him turn to go, still in a fog of disbelief that he was just let go. He had been prepared to take a beating...
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief but then saw Fu Shihan suddenly stop, making him sharply inhale and tense up.
"I’ve been married to Su Wanxin for a long time, so think it over before you publish some reports in the future, don’t force me to come find you."
"!!!"
The camera in the paparazzi’s hands fell to the ground with a snap.
Fu Shihan glanced down at the lens, and seeing the paparazzi’s devastated expression, he smiled contentedly and left.
"I..."
The paparazzi squatted down to pick up his livelihood, the words of Fu Shihan echoing constantly in his head, buzzing.
"Fuck..."
Married??? Really??? This damn... that’s playing too big, isn’t it???