Sang Qing was taken aback, wondering why Jiang Can was looking at her that way.
She gave an awkward smile and tentatively asked, "Sister, what's wrong?"
Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Can pulled her over, and then the makeup artist, stylist, and several assistants all surrounded her.
"Get that short skirt!" Jiang Can carefully examined Sang Qing and calmly gave instructions. "Hmm... she's not tall enough. Even in high heels, she can't compare to a professional model. So, don't let her walk the runway. Let her sit in a float and go around the venue!"
"Yes, young mistress!"
"And her makeup should be lighter." Because Sang Qing is the kind of beauty that leaves a lasting impression, overly exaggerated makeup would only obscure her natural beauty.
The makeup artist immediately took action.
The stylist quickly brought over the clothes, held them up against Sang Qing a few times, and nodded with great satisfaction.
Although the little girl is not tall, she has a curvaceous figure with a large bust, a slim waist, and long legs, making her proportions quite perfect. She is even better than professional models.
In the designer's eyes, this is a walking clothes hanger—only a small one.
“Young Madam, as long as this young lady doesn’t stand up, the press conference can continue. This short dress was originally intended for another model, but we were hesitant because it might be too revealing and not fit the theme of the press conference. Now it seems that all the problems have been resolved!”
Jiang Can smiled.
The theme of this press conference was romance and beauty, so being too revealing was definitely not a good idea.
Sang Qing, sitting in the float, was the last to appear. After the float circled the field once, she could take her final bow.
Jiang Can breathed a sigh of relief, but Sang Qing became nervous.
"Sister...sister, what are you going to do to me? I..."
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you!" Jiang Can chuckled, walked to the vanity mirror, placed his hands on her shoulders, and looked carefully at her reflection. "Would you be willing to help me with this?"
"I……"
“A model canceled her contract at the last minute, and we can’t find a replacement for her right away,” Jiang Can said softly. “Sang Qing, you’re the perfect candidate!”
Sang Qing's face turned pale, and her palms were covered in cold sweat.
"No... I can't do it!"
“You can definitely do it,” Jiang Can encouraged her. “I know you’ve never walked a runway before, but this time you don’t need to. We’ve specially designed a segment where models ride on floats around the venue, and you just need to sit on one and do a few simple movements!”
"That's not what I meant!" Sang Qing said, somewhat agitated. "What I meant was... under the spotlight, everyone will see it, right?"
Jiang Can was taken aback.
Seeing her pale face and frightened eyes, Jiang Can suddenly realized—yes, Sang Qing lives in the basement, how could she show her face in public?
With her looks, photographers will definitely not let this angelic beauty slip by, and all the cameras will be pointed at her.
She can attract not only photographers and viewers, but also police officers!
Jiang Can's heart sank; she hadn't even considered this question.
Sang Qing gently took her hand, feeling very apologetic.
"Sister Jiang Can, I...I really want to help you, but I'm really too scared. Can you understand me?"
Jiang Can took a deep breath; there were only twenty minutes left before the start of the game.
Backstage was in a flurry of activity, with several staff members doing final checks and the remaining models preparing to go on stage.
Jiang Can was feeling very anxious. Several designers around her were discussing with her, suggesting that they use Plan B and remove the last float segment.
Currently, this seems to be the safest approach, but removing this step would make the press conference less exciting.
Unable to find a replacement model, they had no choice but to reluctantly give up on her.
Jiang Can nodded. Just then, some staff members were moving away the unwanted props and filling a large box.
Jiang Can glanced at it and was suddenly drawn to a hollowed-out mask!
"What is this?" She stepped forward and took it out.
The mask is exquisitely made, with a classic and elegant openwork pattern. When worn, it only covers the upper half of the face.
“These are props borrowed from the drama theater,” Li Xiaofan explained. “I heard they were used by the actors when performing a Shakespearean play.”
“This mask is also designed by a famous designer.” Li Xiaofan took out another mask from the box. “Young Madam, these two are a pair, one large and one small, for the male and female leads. These masks are very beautiful; look, they are even inlaid with gemstones!”
Jiang Can held the two masks in her hands, her heart pounding.
The mask has a high-quality feel, with a ring of sparkling diamonds around the cutouts and a few sapphires as embellishments, giving it a noble and elegant look.
She looked at Sang Qing and put the mask on her face.
The surrounding designers couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
At this moment, Nie Xin had already changed his clothes and came out. When he saw Sang Qing dressed like this, he couldn't help but stop in his tracks.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Can waved her hand in front of his eyes and laughed, "Are you stunned?"
Nie Xin snapped out of her daze, her brow furrowing slightly.
"Isn't it pretty?" Jiang Can walked to Sang Qing's side. "I think it's especially beautiful! Using a mask to cover her face, but not completely, makes it impossible for others to tell who she is, which adds a touch of mystery!"
"Sang Qing sat in the float, wearing a mask and surrounded by flowers; the scene perfectly matched the romantic and beautiful theme!"
Sang Qing smiled shyly.
If she had a mask, she would be happy to help.
But judging from this uncle's expression...
She looked at Jiang Can, puzzled.
Jiang Can was also speechless and pinched Nie Xin hard.
"What are you daydreaming about! It's almost time to go on stage!"
"You...you're just going to let her go on stage like this?" Nie Xin's voice trailed off.
"What's wrong with this?"
Nie Xin's face darkened, and she said in a muffled voice, "You're wearing too little!"
Sang Qing was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned around to look in the mirror.
Is this considered a small amount? The dress is a short skirt, meant to show off your legs!
If I had to say what's lacking, I'd say it's her chest. The dress has an off-the-shoulder design, revealing her well-defined shoulders, and as for her chest... perhaps because she has a fuller bust, the dress definitely looked like it was being stretched out too much.
"What are you trying to do, dressing like this on stage?" Nie Xin glared at her.
Sang Qing felt a little wronged. The uncle was meddling in so much; he really thought of her as an elder!
"Nie Xin, do you even know how to appreciate beauty?" Jiang Can frowned and gave a helpless dry laugh. "The female celebrities you've seen in the industry usually dress much more revealingly than this! And you haven't said anything about it."
"Besides, Sang Qing will be sitting in the flower-covered float later, surrounded by flowers, and she'll be wearing a mask, so no one will be staring at her!"
“But…” Nie Xin still refused.
"Who are you?" Jiang Can used her trump card. "Sang Qing has already agreed, so what's wrong with you? Could it be that you're her person?"
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