"Youyou, calm down! Don't fall for it!"

On the other side.

Lu Rang also stood up at almost the same time, his tall figure exuding a sense of oppression.

He grabbed Lu You's shoulder, his eyes cold and stern, and reprimanded her in a deep voice.

"Lu You!"

"Sit down! Don't create topics of conversation for her!"

Lu You struggled a few times under the pressure of the two men, but ultimately failed to break free.

She glared resentfully in Luo Xue's direction, her chest heaving violently.

Seeing this, Luo Xue's smug smile became even more pronounced, even carrying a hint of provocation.

On the stage, Shang Wu took in everything.

There was no sign of anger on her face; instead, under the spotlight, a faint, almost gentle smile slowly appeared.

There was no anger or panic in that smile, only a faint, all-knowing mockery.

"Miss Luo's question is very good."

"Evidence? The record of the computer being hacked has been submitted to professionals for processing."

"Whether one believes or not is up to the individual."

She tilted her head slightly, looking openly at Luo Xue and at all the cameras.

"Instead of arguing pointlessly here and wasting everyone's precious time, why don't we..."

She turned to the side, her arm gracefully pointing towards the entrance to the runway, her voice clear and melodious.

"Let's take a look at this hastily completed temporary work."

"how?"

The group looked at each other in bewilderment.

Despite lingering doubts, expectations for the show itself have plummeted.

Many people began to whisper among themselves, looking disappointed, and the number of viewers in the live stream started to drop at a visible rate.

The number of comments on the screen has also decreased significantly.

"That's enough, it's pointless, it's definitely going to crash and burn."

"Is something that was hastily made acceptable? I'm leaving."

"What a waste of time waiting."

"Am I the only one who still has it? I want to see what I can make on the spot..."

"True fans, hold me tight! Support Freya! Believe in her!"

The music started again, the lights changed, and the first model walked out to the rhythm.

The remaining gazes, tinged with pity, were focused on the catwalk.

Shang Wu stepped back to the side of the stage and stood quietly, the shadows outlining her tired yet resilient profile.

The real test is just beginning.

The music was deep and somber, like a heartbeat gradually reviving.

As the first model walked out, all the remaining eyes in the room, filled with scrutiny and judgment, fell on that dress.

It was a dress with a deep, dark blue main color, and boldly used asymmetrical cutouts on the shoulders and waist.

This is completely unlike Freya's previous designs for motherboards, which were known for their elegant and agile movements.

There was a slight commotion in the audience.

Someone frowned.

A hint of surprise flashed in someone's eyes.

Luo Xue curled her lips and silently uttered two words: "That's it?"

The second model followed closely behind, wearing a pantsuit with a crisp silk top that featured a bold slit at the back, connected by crisscrossing black ropes.

Whispers began to circulate among the audience.

"This design is quite interesting."

"Such a big change in style!"

"That sense of brokenness is very special."

The number of viewers in the live stream had already declined.

The trend slowed down, and the number of bullet comments began to increase.

"Huh? It seems...not bad?"

"This doesn't seem like something rushed out; it's very well-thought-out!"

"The stitching detail is absolutely amazing!"

The third model then appeared.

She was wearing a long evening gown.

The skirt is made of gray tulle with subtle color variations, like gathering dark clouds. However, from the waist upwards, the fabric gradually becomes lighter, and the color transitions to a soft, dawn-like hue.

Most stunningly, a lily pattern was embroidered with tiny diamonds on the model's chest, its petals outstretched and its posture tenacious, as if it had broken through all the gloom and bloomed proudly.

The lights followed the models.

She walked to the very front of the runway, turned around at a fixed point, her skirt billowing, and the lily on her heart shone brightly under the lights.

The entire venue fell silent at that moment.

Everyone was awestruck by the design, which was full of metaphor and power.

Each of these three outfits is more impactful than the last; they are no longer simply about beauty, but rather about the struggles and shattering that ultimately give rise to new life from despair.

After a brief silence, applause erupted.

Many people spontaneously stood up and applauded enthusiastically.

"marvelous!!"

"This is design! Design with soul!"

"I got goosebumps!"

The live stream chat went completely crazy.

The number of online users skyrocketed at an alarming rate, instantly surpassing previous peaks.

And it's still rising like crazy, with so many comments that you can't even see them!

"Aaaaaaah, I'm crying!"

"A masterpiece! This is a masterpiece!"

"I'm sorry, Freya! I was too loud!"

"This was actually a last-minute design? And it's a transitional piece from jewelry design to fashion design? Just how amazing must the original jewelry design be?!"

"I believe it! The design drafts were definitely stolen! Otherwise, the original drafts would have been so stunning!"

"Hey, speak up! Doesn't your face hurt?"

"Queen Freya! You are my god!"

Backstage.

As Aying watched the soaring data and frenzied comments on the monitor screen, she covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, too overwhelmed to speak.