"JK is a top fashion brand, why would I reject them?" "But, since she gave me such a great resource, I'm sure the thing she wants won't be simple."
"I will be careful," An Zihao replied. "Hurry and get used to your jet lag. You have a lot of work ahead of you."
After An Zihao left, Tangning lay in bed and closed her eyes. She should have been exhausted, but her mind was becoming more and more awake.
This was because they were on an international runway; it was completely different to the small shows she had previously attended.
If she could really walk on JK's runway, she would definitely be able to grab hold of more international resources.
But, between her and Mo Ting, it seemed, there was only one step between them...
Perhaps it was because their minds were connected, Mo Ting unexpectedly gave her another phone call. Tangning held onto her phone and couldn't help but laugh, "How did you know I was thinking about you?"
It was already nighttime in Beijing. After returning home and not seeing any familiar figures, Mo Ting naturally thought, Tangning wasn't a noisy person, but... he felt the house was cold and empty. Without her around, he wasn't used to it...
"Mrs. Mo, if you are really gone for a week, my body and mind will be tormented. I want to see you right now; I want to hug you and kiss you."
Being in a foreign country and lying on a completely unfamiliar bed, Tangning was the one who was truly tormented.
"But, President Mo, from tonight onwards, I have a lot of work to do... I will have to endure for now."
Endure?
He never intended to endure.
So, as Mo Ting coaxed Tangning to sleep, he sent Lu Che a message telling him to book a plane ticket to London. However, after a quick meeting with Tangning, he immediately flew back to Beijing; he had an important banquet that night.
After receiving Mo Ting's message, Lu Che wondered if it was really necessary for Mo Ting to fly for 20 hours just to see Tangning.
"Ting... wait for me. Soon, I will be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with you."
Hearing Tangning's words, Mo Ting's heart was moved. So what if he had to fly for 20 hours? He had already said, as long as Tangning wanted to do something, he would accompany her. Even if it was just...
A quick meeting was good enough.
...
6pm, Tangning and An Zihao arrived at JK's show venue. The venue was located in a large church on the outskirts of London. JK's main theme for this episode was soul and rebirth. All of the costumes were mainly black and white, with black datura flowers, black and white wings, and other elements that represented darkness and light completely integrated into the costumes. It was as though the two extremes of life were pulling at each other...
Now that she was at the International Fashion Show, it was rare to see such chaotic scenes. In the spacious backstage, there were only models changing and applying makeup. This made Tangning feel like she had returned to her 19-year-old self in France.
While An Zihao was communicating with JK, Tangning was in the backstage trying on her make-up. At such a high-class fashion show, apart from her, there were no other Asian faces. After all, there weren't many Asian models that were qualified to appear in such a high-class fashion show.
Tangning stood in front of the mirror. From head to toe, she was only wearing a pair of black underwear. This was the norm for a model. At this moment, all she had to do was stretch out her arms and someone would put on the clothes that the designer was satisfied with.
JK's designer was a 40-something-year-old man. He could be considered half a Beijinger. With a full beard, his entire body was filled with an artistic aura. As he scanned Tangning from head to toe, he realized her legs were so beautiful that it was impossible to ignore them.
So, with a snap of his fingers, he instructed his assistant to bring over his finale outfit for Tangning to try on.
It was a deep V black dress. The body of the dress was made from a translucent black chiffon with black web-like threads intertwining with each other. It was like a trapped soul. On her left shoulder, there was a blooming black datura flower that extended from her shoulder to her lower abdomen.
The darkness...
The evil...
The struggle. As soon as Tangning put it on, the aura she gave off... was like an evil force that had been trapped for a long time. It was about to break free and regain its freedom.
"This is the feeling, the feeling of evil breaking free! OK, very good. You will be the finale! "
What was originally supposed to be an opening had become the finale. This was completely unexpected for Tangning. But, what was even more unexpected was, JK's show had to be paired up with a male model.
In order to get the order right, they had to walk in advance. It was only when Tangning stepped onto the stage that she saw the man for the first time. He was a 1.9m tall supermodel.
He was young, handsome and looked to be in his early twenties. He had a pair of deep blue eyes that were filled with charisma and confidence.
However, just as Tangning brushed shoulders with him, he suddenly stretched out his hand and took the opportunity to pinch Tangning's thigh.
Tangning turned her head and looked at him coldly; she was trying to warn him.
"Sorry, your legs are too beautiful. I really want to kiss them!" the man said straightforwardly.
"If you continue to act like this, I will think this is how British people are raised," Tangning warned. After speaking, she separated from the male model.
The young model did not care as he continued to smile foolishly at Tangning.
After walking in, Tangning stepped off the stage. An Zihao immediately handed her a jacket and helped her put it on, "What just happened? What happened to that male model? "
"Nothing..." Tangning simply assumed the man was confused.
Actually, at a show like this, it was common for someone to touch someone and then take the opportunity to hug someone else...
Especially backstage.
Anything could be seen.
Tangning put on her jacket and prepared to return backstage with An Zihao. But, because she was very sensitive to cameras, she noticed an unusual flash of light coming from a corner.
"It looks like someone is secretly taking photos," Tangning said to An Zihao.
An Zihao glanced at Tangning and followed her gaze to the corner. He then patted her on the shoulder, "Go get changed backstage first. Leave this to me."
Tangning nodded her head. She had a rough guess, so she did not immediately head backstage. Instead, she watched as An Zihao walked towards a corner of the church.
A moment later, a black shadow appeared from under the chair. Perhaps it was because the shadow was too professional and had become used to escaping, An Zihao did not manage to catch it.
"Forget it, there are plenty of people out there that spy on design secrets. It may not be directed at me. Perhaps I am overthinking things."
An Zihao returned to Tangning's side and shielded her, "I will be more careful. Let's go get changed first."
However, they had no idea that this was one of the South Korean paparazzi that Luo Hao had sent. After escaping from the church, he held onto his camera and smiled proudly.
His luck was not bad; he managed to capture a photo of Tangning flirting with a male model!
The scene of them touching each other's legs was captured in high definition.
It didn't take long before Luo Hao, who was back in China, received a photo from the paparazzi...
This was only the first day, yet Tangning...
By the time she returned because she thought she could be gilded, she would find that her name had become infamous!
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