Wei Lingxi stared intently at Qin Zhiluo as she walked over. Why?! Why could she walk the red carpet with Ayan?

Qin Zhiluo naturally sensed her murderous aura, but she raised an eyebrow slightly, completely unconcerned.

"Luo Luo, you've finally arrived!" Li Zhixun walked towards her happily.

"Grandpa Li, congratulations on your promotion!" Qin Zhiluo's eyes curved into beautiful crescents, her gaze sparkling with warmth.

"Oh dear, oh dear, keep it low-key, keep it low-key," Lee Ji-hoon said with an even brighter smile.

At the gala, the lights focused on the center of the stage. Lee Ji-hoon, dressed in a sharp dark suit, walked steadily onto the stage with a amiable smile on his face and his gentle gaze sweeping over the audience.

He picked up the microphone and spoke in a loud and infectious voice: "Dear guests, we are gathered here today to celebrate the centennial anniversary of our school." After speaking for about half an hour, he bowed slightly, and cheers and applause rose and fell from the audience, marking the start of the evening's festivities in a warm atmosphere.

Long Yanli was lounging in his chair, legs crossed, feeding the little girl strawberries.

The first row was occupied by members of the five most powerful and influential families. Wei Lingxi could only glare fiercely at Qin Zhiluo, who was sitting next to Long Yanli.

Wenjing, representing the Qin family's distinguished guests, also sat in the first row.

"If looks were a knife, you would have been torn to pieces." Wen Jing looked at Qin Zhiluo with schadenfreude.

Qin Zhilu shook her head indifferently, "If words are a knife, you have already wounded me all over."

"Hahaha," Li Huangchen was thoroughly amused by the two clowns. Junyue immediately shut his mouth and smiled slightly at them.

Fu Yiming looked at Wen Jing with great interest, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.

Long Yanli played with the little girl's hand, "Should I kick her out?"

"It doesn't matter," Qin Zhiluo said, squeezing his fingers and raising an eyebrow at him.

The host, dressed in a gorgeous gown and sporting a professional smile, gracefully walked onto the stage. "Next, please enjoy the fashion debut meticulously prepared by Wei Lanfei from the Department of Fashion Design at Tsinghua University."

As soon as the host finished speaking, the stage lights suddenly dimmed, leaving only a spotlight shining on the stage entrance. Then, rousing and rhythmic music began to play.

All eyes were drawn to the stage.

Models gracefully emerged from behind the curtain, their forest-themed gowns instantly transporting the entire venue to a dreamlike natural wonderland.

The model wore a crown woven from tree branches, adorned with dazzling crystals that perfectly complemented the gown, adding a touch of ethereal beauty and romance. The skirt was composed of layers of tulle, each layer dyed with different shades of green using a special technique. With every step she took, the gown danced gracefully like a forest sprite.

The flashbulbs went off wildly in the audience, who gasped in amazement.

The comments section started scrolling wildly again.

"What an amazing design! Wearing the forest on your body, every detail is stunning. The designer is a genius, I'm in awe of this creativity!"

"Designer Wei Lanfei seems to be the young lady of the Wei family."

"Rich, talented, and beautiful—she's living the dream!"

Qin Zhiluo's expression turned cold, and she stared blankly at the clothes on the stage.

Long Yanli's expression was indifferent. He remembered seeing this design at Bao Bao's place. This person had copied his Bao Bao's design.

Junyue exclaimed, "This is so beautiful!"

Wenjing noticed that Luoluo's expression was off. What was wrong?