Chapter 75 Limited Time Tease

"...Leave the skirt here? What does that mean?" Luo Qinglin asked in confusion.

"I'll tell Starla to keep the skirt and not sell it," Jiang Yanyu replied.

Is this also Jiang Yanyu’s brand?

How on earth does he manage to look idle and do nothing, yet run so many brands at the same time?

"Is this brand also under your management?" Luo Qinglin asked tentatively.

"It's not under my control. Etoile is my brand. Like La Pluie, it does not belong to the group," Jiang Yanyu replied.

"How many brands do you have?" Luo Qinglin asked cautiously.

"Why? Are you concerned about whether I will go bankrupt?" Jiang Yanyu asked jokingly, "Are you afraid that I can't support you?"

"Who wants you to raise......"

The applause lasted for a long time, and the short haute couture show ended and the models left the stage one after another.

Most of the media reporters followed the designer to the backstage for interviews, while a few stayed behind, blocking Luo Qinglin and Jiang Yanyu in their seats.

With the "guns and cannons" facing him at close range, Luo Qinglin clutched the sleeves of his windbreaker and kept smiling at the camera, his face almost frozen with laughter.

Fortunately, everyone spoke English, although with a slight accent, Luo Qinglin could barely understand it.

"Mr. Luo, what do you think of the show just now? Will you be attending with Mr. Jiang in the next few weeks?"

"Mr. Jiang, which brand shows do you plan to attend this fashion week?"

"How long have you been together?"

"When do you and Mr. Luo plan to get married?"

"Where will the wedding be held?"

......

The first few questions were quite serious, but after just a few answers, the questions became more and more outrageous.

Luo Qinglin had prepared and memorized the first few questions, and answered them without any trouble.

But when asked about "marriage", Jiang Yanyu chuckled and said, "Marriage, it depends on when Mr. Luo is willing. I also want to know, why don't you ask him?"

As soon as these words were spoken, all cameras turned to Luo Qinglin, and several pairs of eyes looked at him expectantly, waiting for his answer.

Luo Qinglin swallowed nervously, laughed dryly and said, "But, maybe next year, I'm not sure..."

"So where are you going to hold your wedding?" someone asked.

"I'm fine with either," Jiang Yanyu passed the ball to Luo Qinglin again, smiling, "It all depends on what he thinks."

Once again, everyone turned their eyes to Luo Qinglin, waiting for his answer.

How would he know where to hold the wedding?

How can you talk about getting married when you haven't even started dating? !

"Maybe..." Luo Qinglin's thoughts raced, and he said with a stiff upper lip, "On an island or in a forest? I'm not sure."

Jiang Yanyu dodged the question several times, so the media focused on Luo Qinglin and pestered him with questions.

"What do you like about Mr. Jiang?"

"Will you attend all the following shows with Mr. Jiang?"

......

Fortunately, Chen Qixin sent him a Q&A script yesterday. Except for the few unusual questions about marriage just now, Luo Qinglin had memorized all the other questions.

The agonizing interview lasted for more than half an hour until the designer's assistant came from the backstage and notified all reporters to leave. The interview finally ended.

After saying goodbye to everyone with a friendly nod, Luo Qinglin stood up and handed the windbreaker to Jiang Yanyu.

Jiang Yanyu didn't answer. Instead, she held Luo Qinglin's wrist and pulled it upwards. "Aren't you cold? Wear my clothes."

Jiang Yanyu deftly took off Luo Qinglin's leather jacket, took the windbreaker and put it on him, and carefully straightened the collar.

The windbreaker was too big and baggy, and the sleeves were too long, completely covering Luo Qinglin's hands.

Jiang Yanyu lowered his head and slowly rolled up his sleeves until his slender wrists were exposed.

The whole process lasted for several minutes. The reporter kept pressing the shutter button before leaving to freeze the scene in the camera.

The designer assistant waited there until Jiang Yanyu rolled up his sleeves, then urged, “Mr. Jiang, the guests and Starla are waiting for you in the garden.”

"Got it," Jiang Yanyu waved at the reporters and smiled exaggeratedly, "Everyone, remember to send me the photos later. I will use them at the wedding."

Amid the ambiguous boos from the reporters, Luo Qinglin, with red ears, followed Jiang Yanyu to the garden.

When I walked out of the hotel, it was already dark. There was a strong wind outside and the temperature was even lower than inside the room with the air conditioner on.

Luo Qinglin put his hands in his pockets and wrapped his windbreaker tightly to keep out the cold.

The mint scent on the clothes was carried into the air by the wind and entered his nostrils. Luo Qinglin felt that he was not wrapped in clothes, but was hugged by Jiang Yanyu.

The windbreaker only covers the thighs, leaving the calves exposed to the cold wind. Luo Qinglin tried his best to relax his body, but his legs still trembled unconsciously.

Luo Qinglin hid behind Jiang Yanyu to avoid the wind and moved towards the garden in small steps.

There were many guests in the garden, gathered in groups of three or four, each holding a glass of wine and chatting with each other. Etoile's design director Starla stood in the middle of the crowd, chatting and laughing with customers and buyers.

Starla looked very young, less than 25 years old, with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a cherry red dress. Her every smile and gesture revealed her good upbringing.

Seeing Jiang Yanyu arrive, Starla smiled and waved, shouting, "Louis!"

Hearing the shout, everyone looked towards the last two people to arrive.

Jiang Yanyu stopped, reached back, accurately grasped Luo Qinglin's forearm, and pulled him from behind to his side.

Luo Qinglin staggered and almost fell down in front of everyone. After finally steadying himself, Luo Qinglin raised his head and realized that everyone was looking at him.

Embarrassment is a good medicine to dispel the cold. After being stared at by so many people, my calves suddenly no longer felt cold.

"Hands on." Jiang Yanyu leaned over to Luo Qinglin's ear and reminded him softly.

Luo Qinglin coughed lightly, raised his elbow in panic, and let Jiang Yanyu hold his arm.

The stagnant atmosphere began to flow again. Except for Starla who remained cheerful and had an unchanged expression, everyone else's eyes were filled with surprise and curiosity.

Jiang Yanyu took Luo Qinglin and walked towards the center of the crowd at a steady pace.

"Mr. Luo." Starla raised her eyebrows and stared at Jiang Yanyu's arms, which were as cuddly as a little bird, with an ambiguous look on her face.

"Hello, Etoile's show today was very successful, and your design was also impressive." Luo Qinglin put on a formal smile and spoke according to the prepared script.

The sounds of conversation around him were noticeably weakened. Even if Luo Qinglin didn't look back, he could still feel the burning gazes of others.

Starla was amused by Luo Qinglin's stiff appearance. She chuckled and suddenly said in standard Chinese: "Mr. Luo is so cute. I will introduce you to a more handsome and considerate boyfriend? I guarantee he will be more handsome than Jiang Yanyu."

Jiang Yanyu frowned when he heard this and interrupted him in dissatisfaction: "Shut up and stop joking."

Starla shook her head and clicked her tongue a few times before pointing at Jiang Yanyu and formally introducing herself, "I'm his sister, half-sister."

Half father and half mother? Recognized sister?

"So that's how it is." Luo Qinglin didn't speculate any more and nodded awkwardly.

Luo Qinglin obviously didn't understand, so Starla added, "His mother is my stepmother."

Luo Qinglin's eyes widened for a moment, then quickly returned to normal, "So that's how it is!" His tone was exaggerated, as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Alright, alright," Jiang Yanyu interrupted, "Stop chatting awkwardly. It sounds awkward."

When the waiter saw that the new customer had nothing in his hands, he was about to serve him wine with a tray. However, as soon as he approached, Jiang Yanyu waved his hand to refuse.

"I just came here to emphasize that the skirt number 26 should be kept for me and don't sell it." Jiang Yanyu said.

"That skirt is a hot commodity. If you say you want to keep it for you, should I keep it?"

Starla looked Jiang Yanyu up and down, rolled her eyes and said, "You are so tall and strong, what does a plus-size male model want with my beautiful dress?"

Luo Qinglin shifted his gaze elsewhere and prayed in his heart that Jiang Yanyu would not say that she wanted to put it on him.

"Of course it's for my baby as a gift," Jiang Yanyu sneered and said sarcastically, "I'm not like you. You've lived for 25 years and still can't find a boyfriend. I have no one to give you as a gift."

This scene seems familiar, because Jiang Yanyu and Jiang Su also had the same confrontation.

Luo Qinglin was stuck in the middle, his body stiff and his smile awkwardly on his face.

"Who wants to fall in love?"

Starla glared at Jiang Yanyu, then quickly changed her expression and said to Luo Qinglin with a smile, "Mr. Luo, remember to send me your measurements later. I will alter the skirt to the right size and send it to you."

Even though people around him might not understand what she was saying when she said she wanted to wear a skirt in public, Luo Qinglin still felt ashamed.

"Well, thank you." Luo Qinglin lowered his voice and said with a wry smile.

"Then remember to add my account later," Starla said with a flirtatious wink, "I'll introduce you to a 0.18-meter-tall handsome guy."

What does 0.18 meters mean?

18 cm? !

“Ahem…”

Luo Qinglin finally understood what Starla said after converting it. He was so shocked that he choked on his saliva and coughed until his face turned red.

"If you keep joking around," Jiang Yanyu warned, "I'll have your father take you home to get married."

When Starla heard this, she immediately panicked and said weakly, "No, no, no, I just thought he was cute, it was just a joke."

Having won the argument, Jiang Yanyu snorted arrogantly, turned around with Luo Qinglin, and said without looking back, "Let's go. Goodbye."

When the guests around saw Jiang Yanyu leaving, most of them just nodded silently to say goodbye.

A small number of people approached with curious looks, some even laughing and asking questions in French. Jiang Yanyu stopped, explained a few words with a smile, then pulled Luo Qinglin and quickly left the garden.

The driver parked the car at the garden gate, and Luo Qinglin got in the car after just a few steps.

The car was air-conditioned and the back seat was covered with a brand new plush blanket.

As soon as they got in the car, Jiang Yanyu spread out the blanket, pulled up Luo Qinglin's legs, took off his shoes and put them on his legs, covered his calves with one hand and covered him with the blanket with the other hand to keep him warm.

Jiang Yanyu frowned as he felt the cold skin on his legs. He said regretfully, "I shouldn't have let you wear shorts."

The car started, drove through the garden, passed the hotel gate, and then drove to the brightly lit Champs Elysees.

In fact, Luo Qinglin was no longer cold, but he didn't want to tell the truth. He just leaned his head against the glass window and looked at Jiang Yanyu quietly.

The dreamy song "Moonlight" was playing in the car stereo, and the car was moving slowly and steadily. The golden light shone through the window and sprinkled on Jiang Yanyu's hair like gold powder.

The atmosphere is rare and peaceful.

The temperature of Jiang Yanyu's palm and his calf gradually overlapped. Even though the corners of his mouth were stiff from smiling today, Luo Qinglin still couldn't help but smile.

Noticing his gaze, Jiang Yanyu turned her head and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Perhaps the lights of the Champs-Elysées were wine, intoxicating Luo Qinglin's mind, or perhaps the strong mint scent in the collar was poison, disturbing Luo Qinglin's mind.

Luo Qinglin's eyes became provocative, his eyes curved, his smile seductively, and he said nonsense: "See if you are 0.18 meters tall."

The author has something to say:

Luo Qinglin: You don’t have it, do you? (provocative)

Jiang Yanyu: (Fall down!)

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① Debussy - Clair de lune