Soon, people started coming in from below the stage. Xiaomei and Hanhan, who were going to make a guest appearance, had already gone backstage.

Around 9:50, the audience was already packed. This fashion show was quite anticipated, with some people even holding magazines and waiting to see the opening.

Many families had already arrived in the audience. Xiaoyu's mother came with her whole family. She was also wearing a Chinese-style dress; her outstanding temperament and striking Eastern features drew attention, and she was immediately photographed.

Fu Ying also came along. Although her features were not particularly beautiful, she had a generous and natural look. This kind of appearance was exactly what foreign media wanted, and when she appeared in the magazine the next day, she was praised highly.

Zhou Xing's mother and Commander Zhou sat on the edge, which was at their insistence. Even so, the two of them still attracted a lot of attention.

Zhou Xingma was dignified and elegant, with her white hair piled up behind her head, which set off her porcelain-like face, making her look as graceful as a painting of a beautiful woman.

Commander Zhou exudes an imposing aura without being angry, a domineering presence that clashes with the fashion show setting, creating an unconventional yet powerful aura.

The Fang sisters sat together; they were all regulars and greeted their friends from time to time.

The youngest daughter's outfit was particularly eye-catching; she wore a topknot and a dress made of transparent fiber, looking like a little Barbie doll.

The dress wasn't comfortable to wear, and Qin Xiaoyu felt sorry for her. But the little girl looked so serious, just like those girls who suffer for beauty. That's just a woman's nature, isn't it?

Qin Xiaoyu suddenly spotted her favorite French star, Sophie Marceau, in the front row of the stands! The young Sophie Marceau was absolutely stunning, and her simple outfit made her the most eye-catching star in the entire audience.

Qin Xiaoyu's mouth immediately broke into a wide grin, and she jumped up and down with joy, just like a little fangirl.

"Are we going to get an autograph later? Don't run around now." Zhou Yue dragged the troublesome Qin Xiaoyu back.

"Oh my god, oh my god, she's so beautiful! Even I, a woman, can't resist!" Qin Xiaoyu was still in a daze, pulling A Lei to point her out to him, and asking again, "Isn't she beautiful? Tell me! Isn't she beautiful?"

"It's alright." A Lei had a strong will to survive.

"Don't you have a conscience? Are you even human? Are you a man?" Zhou Yue couldn't stand it anymore and glared at A Lei with hatred.

“I have face blindness, really,” Are said earnestly.

Qin Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at him, letting him figure it out for himself.

"My wife is the most beautiful!" A Lei insisted on not changing his story and ran all the way down the road.

"Sister Xiaoyue, my brother-in-law is beyond saving, don't pay attention to him." Fu Di sighed and called Zhou Yue aside to discuss something.

"If I could look like her, I'd be laughing in my sleep."

"You should be laughing in your sleep right now. You have everything you want. Don't be ungrateful, my little fool." A Lei domineeringly pulled her over and imprinted a dream on her hair, instantly bringing her back to reality.

Yeah, what more could she want? What a fool.

She noticed that since coming to Paris, Are had become much sweeter, and his sweet talk was incredibly effective.

Judging from Are's knowledge of Paris, he must have spent a long time there in his early years. Could he have had a few romantic relationships? It's rare to see him using the same old tricks to sweet-talk someone.

Seeing Qin Xiaoyu's rapidly changing expressions, A Lei assumed she was thinking about work, unaware that she had already been the subject of countless schemes in her mind.

A sudden gong sounded, somewhat unexpectedly, and the arena gradually quieted down, the lights dimmed. All eyes were now focused on the catwalk.

A thin mist rose from the stage, and the veil on the last moon gate slowly lifted, revealing not a model, but Zhu Jiudi, whose face was painted with heavy makeup and who was dressed in theatrical costume.

He walked gracefully forward to the center, flicked his flowing sleeves, and began to dance. The audience was stunned and fell silent.

Suddenly, the drums and gongs sounded, and Xiao Mengting walked onto the stage with small, quick steps. The two of them made a brief appearance and then walked hand in hand to the back.

The arena fell silent; everyone was stunned. Was this the right opening?

Suddenly, a gong sounded, and the sound of a flute rang out. A blower blew up a few bamboo leaves, which fluttered down and rolled up the layers of gauze hanging from the ceiling. The models filed out.

Applause suddenly erupted from the audience, and it took these people a long time to react before they came to their senses.

Because of the added interludes, the time for the fashion show at the end had to be shortened, making the whole performance more compact.

The screen cleverly divided the models into several areas, which complemented each other while ensuring that each area did not disturb the others, and the flashes from the audience never stopped.

Qin Xiaoyu knew that her team had once again stood the test.

This was Zhu Jiudi's idea; this opening was unprecedented, and anyone who tries to imitate it will only be a poor imitation. He and Xiao Mengting are professionals; they can handle this small scene.

At least tomorrow's headline won't use the same image as the leaked publication. If Qin Xiaoyu isn't willing to get 70 points, then she'll at least get 100.

Next, Da Ya and Hu Xing came on stage, wearing the two opening outfits that had been leaked. The rehearsal hadn't been planned, and the venue was simple, but this time the atmosphere and music were perfect, resulting in a completely different effect.

Next up was Xu Jingye's special show. His fashion collection was mainly inspired by the Dunhuang murals, flowing and dynamic. The models, with their retro hairstyles, moved across the runway, like a dream that transcends a thousand years. The audience frequently expressed their heartfelt admiration.

There are two sets of clothes that are worn between Xu Jingye and Master Liang; these belong to Tang Hu.

When everyone was discussing it, they originally wanted to go with his more orthodox style, but then Qin Xiaoyu suddenly had a whimsical idea and decided on two sets that were completely anime-style.

She felt that this abruptness would have an unexpected effect; otherwise, Tang Hu would be buried among the other designers and wouldn't stand out.

There were only two sets, which were quite unconventional. By the time people realized what was happening, it was already too late, so not many people managed to take pictures of them. Instead, they attracted a lot of attention.

Master Liang's work is steady and grand, already a well-established style. The whole performance was so perfect that no one could find fault with it.

In the final scene, Qin Xiaoyu appeared with the designers. Hanhan and her younger sister, also dressed in traditional Chinese style, walked in front. Both children were slender and graceful, perfectly suited to the traditional attire, exuding an indescribable scholarly air.

The little girl's face was still a bit chubby, plump and innocent, and the cinnabar dot on her forehead made her eyes even more lively.

Hanhan's face was tense and very serious. Just that face alone made people think of a gentleman as beautiful as jade, unparalleled in the world.

Qin Xiaoyu wore a starry blue evening gown, sparkling from head to toe, her eyes sparkling with laughter. As she walked out amidst the adulation of the crowd, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

"Not bad." Linda was indispensable at this event; she's a socialite, after all. She comes every year; she wouldn't give up such a large forest just for Qin Xiaoyu.

She reluctantly gave a comment, and Qin Xiaoyu immediately thought that this evaluation was already very high.