Jasmine was the first to raise her phone and excitedly pointed the camera at the red figure.
The next second, I heard bursts of exclamations.
The sound of the piano spread throughout the venue like the gurgling of water. The light and shadow were hazy, and a beam of spotlight fell obliquely, outlining a dreamy silhouette.
As the sound of the piano trembled, a woman in a crimson cheongsam came slowly over. The dress fit her graceful curves tightly, and the snow-white that was faintly visible at the high slit formed a sharp contrast with the velvet-like red, making her as dazzling as a red plum blossom in the snow.
The light was flowing, and the inky black hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin. A few strands of black hair hung loosely on the side of the neck, swaying slightly with her steps.
Approaching the stage, the woman stopped, her almond-shaped eyes slightly raised, with a hint of lazy charm, pure and delicate.
I don't know who in the crowd started shouting first, and more and more people raised their phones, and the sound of "clicks" could be heard one after another.
"No wonder the old man treasures these clothes. The old lady is indeed an excellent designer. These clothes are really exquisite."
"Yeah! But this model is pretty good too, it suits the dress very well!"
"Oh, I wonder if the old man is willing to sell it. I want to buy one for my daughter."
...
...
"How about you go find Master Jin and ask for help?"
The people next to him teased, and someone answered, "By the way, did you see Young Master Jin coming?"
Several people looked towards the first row and saw that there was still only the little girl sitting there, with the chair next to her empty.
"Strange, why hasn't Young Master Jin come yet? Is he delayed by something?"
"It will probably be here soon, let's take a look first."
The conversation ended, and everyone looked towards the stage again, and applause began to rise.
Jasmine was slightly annoyed when she heard the constant sound of taking photos. She didn't want Sister Shuhe's beautiful appearance to be recorded in those people's phones...
And daddy hasn’t seen it yet!
The little girl lowered her head and angrily sent all the photos and videos she took to her busy daddy.
Humph, if you hadn’t come, you wouldn’t have been able to see such a beautiful Sister Shuhe!
Jasmine muttered something, and when she looked up again, her eyes met the woman's. She immediately smiled and waved at her with both hands.
The corners of Shen Shuhe's mouth were always curled up in a suitable arc, his eyes moved, and he glanced casually at the audience, and saw Jasmine in front of him.
Her expression relaxed for a moment. She thought the little girl was playing upstairs, but she unexpectedly ran downstairs.
But with Jingwu around, Shen Shuhe wasn't too worried.
The end of his eyebrows slightly raised, the corners of his mouth widened, and he winked at the little girl secretly.
The woman's expression suddenly changed. She was undoubtedly beautiful. Although she was smiling just now, there was a layer of vague coldness around her, and there was a sense of distance.
But at this moment, she raised her lips slightly, and the coolness on her body was like the first melting of spring snow, bright and flamboyant.
Everyone was stunned for a moment and even forgot to take pictures.
However, Chen Shuhe and Jasmine did not notice that the crowd suddenly became quiet. The two smiled at each other, and the time was just about right. Chen Shuhe turned around gracefully to the rhythm of the piano.
The light cast a soft halo around her body, her slender waist swayed like a willow, every step she took was in tune with the rhythm of the piano, and her shoes tapped lightly, as if stepping on everyone's heart.
The applause did not stop until the second person came on stage.
Jasmine looked at everyone's reactions and felt a sense of pride in her heart. Such an excellent sister Shuhe should be liked by everyone!
Compared to Jasmine's joy, Song Qingyin behind her almost bit her teeth off.
Let the bitch Shen Shuhe steal the spotlight again!
What on earth is Pei Leyao doing? !
Just as I was thinking about it, someone patted my shoulder and a shadow fell in my peripheral vision.
Song Qingyin turned her head and saw Pei Leyao who had disappeared for a long time.
"Sister Qingyin, I'm here." The girl spoke in a cheerful tone, and happiness was visible on her face.
Seeing this, Song Qingyin secretly curled her lips, but pretended to be puzzled: "Le Yao, where have you been? Miss Chen has finished her performance and left the stage. You don't even know that her performance just now made everyone cheer and applaud."
"Tsk, who wants to see that vixen!" Pei Leyao glanced casually at the stage and saw a model wearing a cheongsam walking to the center and interacting with the guests through eye contact.
She looked away impatiently, and then said profoundly: "Even if she is an international supermodel today, so what? She damaged Madam Jin's work, destroyed the stage, and affected the dinner party... Adding these crimes together, I guess she will be banned from the entire Internet tomorrow."
After hearing this, Song Qingyin finally realized what Pei Leyao had done.
She raised her lips secretly, crossed her chest and looked towards the stage.
At the same time backstage, Jian Xinxin, who was about to go on stage, happened to see Shen Shuhe who had hurriedly come back to change clothes.
"Where are the clothes? Bring them here quickly!" the general manager shouted anxiously.
Zheng Manman followed Shen Shuhe and subconsciously looked for the figure of the costume assistant.
"Huh? Where is she?" Zheng Manman looked around in confusion.
The person in charge raised his hand and glanced at the watch, sweating on his forehead. They only had a few minutes. "Where are the clothes? Where are the clothes?!"
Seeing the person in charge was angry, the staff member next to him also became anxious. After looking around, his eyes fixed on the clothes rack behind him, "Is that the cheongsam for the next show?"
The general manager looked over, took a closer look, and saw that it was indeed it.
So he stopped bothering with the wardrobe assistant and directly called the stylist and costume designer over, "Change clothes and styles immediately!"
"Okay!" The two responded, hugged Shen Shuhe and walked towards the changing room.
Since the assistant was not there, Zheng Manman took the initiative to walk over and pick up the clothes.
This is a moon-white cheongsam with branch patterns wrapped around the fabric with silver thread, and the outlines of flowers and plants are outlined stitch by stitch, which shows the embroiderer's exquisite skills and hard work.
But just as Zheng Manman lifted up the whole skirt, she accidentally lowered her head, and then a scream suddenly rang out.
Several people in front of him turned their heads immediately, and the person in charge subconsciously felt nervous: "What's wrong?"
He said this and walked over quickly.
“What, what’s going on…!” Zheng Manman said in shock, pointing at the hem of her cheongsam.
Everyone looked intently upon hearing the sound, and the next second they saw that the hem of the cheongsam was torn in the middle, with a crack more than ten centimeters long piercing everyone's eyes.
Shen Shuhe's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately walked over.
"How could this happen! How did the skirt get torn?!" The person in charge picked up the skirt and turned around to yell at everyone: "How did the skirt get torn? Who did it?!"
"Who is responsible for this dress? Where is the person?"
The models and staff waiting in the hall looked at each other, and no one dared to say anything.
Or they don't know.
Jian Xinxin hid behind the crowd, watching the lively scene leisurely.
But soon the staff came to remind her to go on stage. Unfortunately, we couldn’t see the scene of Shen Shuhe being in a state of panic.
"This...we didn't notice it either. The assistants have always been responsible for guarding this skirt." A staff member replied with a trembling voice.
Then the person in charge of personnel arrangements immediately looked through the list, "Chen Shuhe's clothing assistant is... Tian Tian."
“So where are the people?!” the person in charge yelled.
After the words fell, a weak voice sounded: "I, I'm here..."
A girl wearing glasses trotted over. She just went to the bathroom, so why did she hear her leader calling her so angrily when she came back?
Shen Shuhe and Zheng Manman looked over and saw that it was indeed the assistant in charge of their costumes.
"Where have you been? How come our sister Shuhe's clothes are like this!" Zheng Manman gritted her teeth and asked angrily.
Shen Shuhe also looked at her solemnly...
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