mijobooks Chapter 285 Su Qingge walks the runway, exuding confidence and charisma.
Chapter 285 Su Qingge walks the runway, exuding confidence and charisma.
The backstage area of the fashion show was in complete chaos, with several assistant directors frantically directing security personnel to carry away the injured Helena.
The usually arrogant fashion editors and buyers around him were now whispering among themselves, their eyes filled with disdain as if they were watching a joke unfold.
"Sending an Asian woman to save the day? Editor-in-chief, are you crazy?"
"Even though she's a family member of a sponsor, this is the final piece for a top-tier, high-end brand. Does she even know what 'high-end' means?"
Amidst a cacophony of doubts and boos, Su Qingge did not stop. With Lin Zhou's encouraging gaze, she calmly stepped into the dressing room filled with haute couture gowns.
Lin Zhou leaned against the cold wall, casually fiddling with the top-of-the-line SLR camera he had just snatched from the reporter.
He looked at the closed door, a playful smile curving his lips.
"System, give her a 'buff'. I want to show these Parisian bumpkins what it means for the true East to arrive."
[Ding! Supreme-level Aura activated! The aesthetic value of all attributes of the host's family members has temporarily doubled!]
Lin Zhou listened to the notification in his mind and whistled with satisfaction.
Three minutes later, the curtain in the changing room was violently pulled open.
Su Qingge came out.
In that instant, the stylist, who had been making sarcastic comments backstage, comically sprayed the setting spray into his own eyes.
Su Qingge changed into the final dress, named "Moon Shadow".
The deep purple silk smoothly wrapped around her near-perfect waistline, and the silver cloud patterns embroidered on the skirt undulated gracefully with her steps, as if a pool of moonlight flowed over her toes.
In her clear, cool peach blossom eyes, the coquettishness she displayed in front of Lin Zhou had vanished, leaving only an extreme arrogance, even carrying a sense of divine aggression.
"Go ahead, honey, I'll be watching you from the audience."
Lin Zhou stepped forward and casually tidied up the stray hairs at her temples.
"Don't be afraid of those cameras. Before they even have a chance to blink, you'll already be the one and only king of Paris."
Su Qingge took a deep breath and winked at Lin Zhou playfully.
"Then remember to make my legs look longer in the photos."
"Absolutely, my specialty is 'doting on my wife'."
The heavy, rhythmic music from the show blasted off again.
The spotlight violently tore through the darkness and landed on the entrance to the catwalk.
The moment Su Qingge took her first step, the originally noisy opera house theater fell into a deathly silence for three seconds.
That tranquility was a silence born of profound shock.
The Western socialites who were preparing to leave froze in their chairs.
Su Qingge walked slowly and steadily, each step as if she were precisely stepping on the drumbeats of a speaker.
Her perfect Eastern figure, accentuated by the haute couture gown, exuded a restrained yet profound Eastern charm.
The cool and aloof demeanor that emanated from her very being perfectly matched the sophistication of the dress, elevating what was originally a somewhat flamboyant finale to an unprecedented level, as if a miracle had occurred.
"My God...which agency's secret weapon is she?"
"Her catwalk, her demeanor—Helena looks like a clumsy amateur next to her!"
The media section was instantly filled with the cameras and microphones of the cameras.
"Snap! Snap!"
The flashes from the cameras were so intense that the bright white light almost blew the dome of the grand theater off.
Su Qingge walked to the very front of the catwalk, turned slightly to the side, and coldly swept her gaze across the entire audience.
That disdainful gaze made the Parisian socialites in the front row, who had been so arrogant just moments before, instinctively lower their heads, as if even a glance would be a desecration of beauty.
Lin Zhou knelt on one knee on one side of the red carpet, and the shutter clicked rhythmically.
In his lens, Su Qingge's beauty is both ethereal and real.
"Honey, you look absolutely stunning today."
Lin Zhou murmured to himself, but his hands moved swiftly, capturing these scenes that were worthy of being recorded in the annals of fashion history.
Backstage at the fashion show, the head designer, who had been as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, was now hunched over the monitor, completely losing his composure.
His name is Pierre, a notorious "sharp-tongued tyrant" in the fashion world. He usually looks down on Eastern aesthetics, thinking they are not "pure" enough.
But now, looking at the lively, charismatic woman on the screen, he was trembling violently.
The champagne glass in his hand shattered on the floor with a crisp sound due to the excessive force he used.
"This is impossible...this is not scientific!"
Pierre screamed in shock, his voice cracking from extreme excitement.
"My clothes...she gave them a soul! This is what it looks like when these clothes come alive!"
The assistants around him were stunned; they had never seen the arrogant designer so out of control.
Pierre shoved the crowd aside and stumbled toward the waiting area.
"Quick! Contact all the top publications! I want her on the front page every day tomorrow!"
"No, not just tomorrow, I want her name engraved on the monument of this brand!"
Pierre ran while waving his hands wildly like a madman.
On stage, Su Qingge had already gracefully completed her final turn.
She trailed her long skirt, like a stunning purple shooting star, and disappeared into the dark backstage entrance.
The audience erupted in thunderous applause as if waking from a dream, only after she had completely disappeared.
The sound was so loud it almost shattered the ancient brick walls.
Su Qingge had just returned backstage and hadn't even had time to change her shoes when she was blocked by a figure as swift as the wind.
Pierre rushed to her with tears streaming down his face, and his knees buckled in front of everyone.
"Miss! Please forgive my arrogance, you are my muse!"
Lin Zhou followed behind, carrying his camera. He watched this scene and raised an eyebrow in displeasure.
He stepped forward, naturally pulling Su Qingge into his arms, and looked down at the old designer.
"Hey old man, my wife does look beautiful in this dress, but isn't your way of bowing a bit too much?"
"No, no, no! Sir, you don't understand! This is artistic resonance!"
Pierre grabbed Lin Zhou's trouser leg, his eyes burning with desire.
"Please make sure she becomes my permanent closing model! Name your price!"
Lin Zhou sneered and deftly brushed his hand away.
"Dream on. My wife is here on vacation, not to work for you."
Su Qingge leaned on Lin Zhou's shoulder, chuckled softly, her eyes filled with tenderness after exhaustion.
"Lin Zhou, I want to eat the desserts from that century-old shop."
"Okay, let's go now, and no one can stop us."
Lin Zhou arrogantly put his arm around Su Qingge, ignoring the fashion tycoons and reporters who had chased after them.
He waved casually at the camera from the doorway.
"Stop taking pictures, I'll send you the retouched photos."
"Lin Zhou, are you really sure you'll post this?"
"Go ahead and send it, but it's five million US dollars per picture. Take it or leave it."
"You money-grubber."
"That's right, supporting a wife is expensive, and you also have to watch out for old men who kneel down at the drop of a hat."
The two climbed into the Rolls-Royce and sped away, leaving behind a cacophony of screams.
Inside the carriage, Su Qingge breathed a sigh of relief and took off her tight high heels.
"My legs were actually shaking when I was on stage just now."
"You're lying. In my photos, you're more composed than those cowards like the Black Bishop."
Lin Zhou handed over a bottle of warm water.
"However, Qingge, what that old man said just now seems to have reminded me of something."
Su Qingge took a sip of water and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"What is it?"
Lin Zhou's eyes suddenly became deep as he looked out the window at the Parisian night view.
"When he screamed backstage, I saw a familiar shadow flash by in the corner."
"familiar?"
"Hmm, an 'old friend' who shouldn't be here."
Lin Zhou gripped Su Qingge's hand tightly, his tone regaining its dangerous calmness.
"It seems that honeymoons in Paris are getting more and more lively."
"Who's there?"