aircannonsinc Chapter 286 Designer: Only she can truly bring out the soul in this dress.
Chapter 286 Designer: Only she can truly bring out the soul in this dress.
Pierre, like a completely irrational believer, scrambled up the side platform.
His flamboyant red suit looked ridiculous under the spotlight, but he didn't care at all.
In front of thousands of media outlets worldwide, he bowed reverently before Su Qingge, took her right hand, and placed a passionate kiss on the back of her fair hand.
"My God! You are not human, you are a miracle of beauty descending upon the banks of the Seine!"
Pierre's voice was terribly hoarse, and a few tears even welled up in his eyes from excessive excitement.
Su Qingge was caught off guard by the sudden enthusiasm, and a slight embarrassment flashed across her usually cool face.
She instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but found that the old man was incredibly strong.
"I've been designing this 'Moonlight' dress for three years, searching all over Europe for top models, but they all looked like lifeless rags in it!"
"Only you! Only this mystery and pride from the East can give it a true soul!"
Pierre roared hysterically at the camera, as if proclaiming some great truth.
Lin Zhou, who was sitting in the audience, was professionally adjusting the shutter of his telephoto lens.
The moment he saw Pierre kiss Su Qingge, the smile on his face froze instantly.
His originally peaceful state of mind was instantly overwhelmed by an emotion known as "wife-protecting maniac".
"Damn it, you old pervert, where are you kissing me?"
Lin Zhou cursed inwardly, nearly cracking the DSLR camera in his hand due to his terrifying grip.
Although he knew this was a kind of French etiquette, he couldn't suppress the sour anger in his heart as he watched his wife being taken advantage of by an old man with a full beard.
He squinted unhappily, already contemplating whether he should have Bloodhound throw the old man into the Seine for a cold bath.
She was genuinely proud, after all, the whole world was going crazy for Su Qingge.
But the jealousy was genuine; this complex male possessiveness was something even "The Godfather" couldn't escape.
"Mom is the most beautiful! Mom is number one!"
Just then, a clear, soft, sweet voice suddenly rang out in the silent yet breathtaking show.
Nuonuo was sitting in the most conspicuous spot in the front row, waving her two chubby little arms energetically.
The little guy's delicate, rosy cheeks were radiant as he tried his best to get the surrounding audience to applaud.
The Parisian celebrities, who were initially stunned, couldn't help but laugh at this innocent scene.
A wave of applause swept through the entire opera house.
Su Qingge looked at her daughter below the stage, and her sharp and aloof aura instantly collapsed, revealing an extreme tenderness in her eyes.
She smiled and blew Nuonuo a kiss.
This moment of maternal tenderness contrasted sharply with her aloof catwalk just moments before, causing the media booths to unleash a frenzy of camera flashes.
"Quick! Take a picture of that child too!"
"This is absolutely one of the most heartwarming fashion moments of the century!"
The reporters shouted excitedly.
At this moment, Su Qingge was no longer just a temporary replacement model.
She became a darling of the global fashion world and the ultimate muse that all designers dream of.
Pierre was excitedly spinning around, completely unaware that he had been targeted by a dangerous man.
He was still there, shouting enthusiastically backstage:
"Bring me tomorrow's closing contract! No! Bring me all the contracts for this season!"
Lin Zhou snorted coldly from below the stage.
He simply put away his camera and pushed aside a French journalist who was trying to interview him.
"Move aside, I need to pick up my wife."
Lin Zhou's tone was cold, and the long-lost "Godfather" aura emanated from him, startling the people around him into automatically making way for him.
He deftly vaulted over the VIP seating area railing, like a swift shadow, and plunged directly into the crowd of reporters who had already completely blocked the exit of the catwalk.
A certain determination gleamed in his deep eyes.
Even surrounded by the world's top photographers, he still insists on occupying the perfect shooting position.
"Get out of the way, that's my camera!"
A Western photographer with a fierce face shoved Lin Zhou in annoyance after being pushed aside.
Lin Zhou didn't even turn his head. With a slight twitch of his shoulder, the powerful internal force sent his opponent flying back three meters.
He held the camera in one hand, remaining as steady as a mountain amidst the chaotic crowd.
"Snap!"
Lin Zhou accurately captured Su Qingge's lively yet tired smile as she stepped off the catwalk.
Su Qingge spotted the flamboyant man in the crowd at a glance.
Her previously tense heart finally settled down at that moment.
"Lin Zhou, how did you squeeze in?"
Su Qingge asked softly with a hint of coquettishness, her forehead still covered in fine beads of sweat.
Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow with a sly grin and casually pressed the shutter button a few more times.
"If I don't snap a few pictures at a time like this, how am I supposed to show Nuonuo how that old pervert took advantage of you when I get home?"
Su Qingge's pretty face turned red, and she glared at him irritably.
"You're talking nonsense again!"
Surrounded by the crowd, the two struggled to retreat backstage.
Pierre, however, was still chasing after them, shouting in frustration:
"Miss! Please leave a contact method! Even your personal email address will do!"
Lin Zhou pulled Su Qingge into his arms and turned back to give Pierre a dangerous warning look.
"Old man, go back, wash up, and go to bed."
"She belongs to me alone."
Lin Zhou left those words behind and domineeringly protected Su Qingge as they disappeared around the corner of the changing room.
Outside the fashion show, the rumors and gossip that had been targeting Su Qingge had long since vanished.
Instead, it was replaced by a frenzy of discussions that dominated social media.
But Lin Zhou has absolutely no interest in caring about those things right now.
He looked at his wife, who was leaning against the wall, exhausted, his eyes filled with heartache and a strong sense of possessiveness.
"Qingge, we need to get out of here quickly."
Su Qingge was somewhat puzzled.
"What's wrong? Haven't we gone to the victory celebration yet?"
Lin Zhou mischievously bit her earlobe.
"If we don't leave now, I'm afraid I'll pluck all of that designer's beard out in public."
Su Qingge burst out laughing.
"The way you get jealous is so childish."
Lin Zhou snorted coldly and looked at the group of reporters outside the door who were still frantically banging on the door.
"Whether it's childish or domineering."
"Tonight, you are mine, and no one else may even glance at you."
Just as the two were preparing to evacuate through the secret passage.
A pair of feet wearing sophisticated patent leather shoes abruptly blocked the elevator entrance.
"Young Master Lin, are you leaving already?"