Chapter 59 Found You! Gu Zeming Goes Mad! Everyone at Chuangfei…
Once a person leaves a high-pressure environment, even their luck will improve.
In her fifth year in Paris, Jiang Chuyu successfully obtained a green card and established her own fashion design studio.
Besides her, the studio has eleven other employees. They mainly rely on commissioned work and custom orders to keep the business running, and occasionally participate in local fashion shows.
Five years ago, she came here to study abroad with a huge suitcase and nothing in her pocket. Now, she has her own studio and has established herself in Paris. Jiang Chuyu feels that she has put all her energy into this.
In short, she is satisfied with the current situation.
That day, Jiang Chuyu was drawing design drafts for her partners in her studio.
Luna, the assistant standing to the side, was holding a copy of "Global People Weekly." She clicked her tongue repeatedly, seemingly taken aback by something: "Perverted, absolutely perverted! They say a new broom sweeps clean, but this bigwig, as soon as he took power, angered his grandfather to death, forced his father to commit suicide at his mother's grave, sent his stepmother and younger brother to jail, and even cleaned up all his relatives within the group. He's practically a modern-day Eastern business godfather!"
"And what's more, that look, that aura, my god, I can't believe there are such top-notch men in China! How come I never noticed before? He's so handsome! Boss, look!"
She handed the magazine to Jiang Chuyu, looking completely infatuated.
Jiang Chu didn't even look up, continuing to revise the design draft, and said in a cool voice, "Can Godfather help me save the waistline of this dress? If not, then let him cool off somewhere else."
"Oh, just take a look!" Luna insisted, shoving the magazine right in front of her eyes. "He seems to have gone to the same university as you, you're alumni, you might even know each other..."
Jiang Chuyu paused for a moment, then finally looked away from the screen and at the magazine in her hand, where she saw a high-definition magnified and familiar face.
The man, dressed in a dark suit, stood in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, with a domestic aerospace industry base in the background.
His profile was turned towards the camera, his features more rugged and deep than she remembered, his jawline taut, his eyes distant and indifferent. Even through the lens, she could feel the calm pressure that was unsettling.
It was him.
Gu Zeming.
The person she had deliberately forgotten, the one whose name she had rarely even mentioned in the past five years, suddenly appeared in her world so blatantly.
My long-calm heart couldn't help but stir up a ripple.
Jiang Chuyu looked down and saw the article title: "Gu Zeming: The Legendary Godfather of the Eastern Business Empire".
"How about it? Isn't he handsome? Next time our studio has a fashion show, can we try to invite a handsome guy of this caliber to walk the runway? Even if he just stands there as a background figure, our media exposure will definitely skyrocket!" Luna was still excitedly planning for the future.
Jiang Chuyu's gaze lingered on that quiet, gloomy face for a few seconds, and some memories flashed uncontrollably through her mind.
She took a deep breath, closed the magazine, handed it back to Luna, and gave a relaxed yet slightly mocking smile: "He's too expensive, we can't afford him."
She paused, as if speaking to Luna, but also to herself: "Inviting someone once could potentially cost you your entire life. The cost is too high, the risk too great, so let's avoid it."
Luna was amused by her: "Boss, you're exaggerating!"
Jiang Chuyu shrugged and buried herself in drawing again: "Not at all. Let's get to work, young lady. Handsome guys can't put food on the table, but if we submit the design draft late, we'll be starving next month."
"Oh well, whatever." Luna put the magazine away, expressing her regret: "Looks like our studio is destined to be without handsome guys."
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Before leaving get off work tonight, Jiang Chuyu received an invitation to participate in the "Trendy Fantasy Night" fashion week show.
As one of the world's largest and most influential fashion events, the annual Trend Fantasy Night brings together top fashion designers, manufacturers, distributors, buyers, and fashion enthusiasts from around the world.
For a small studio like theirs, receiving such a prestigious fashion show invitation is very helpful for their future development.
Without thinking, Jiang Chuyu accepted the invitation and began preparing for it.
When Jiang Chuyu returned to her apartment after get off work in the evening, as soon as she opened the door, a round Norwegian Forest Cat came over with elegant steps and rubbed against her leg.
This is the cat she adopted in her second year in Paris, and named "Xiangxiang".
She decided to adopt Xiangxiang simply because she thought Xiangxiang was pretty.
In short, she's obsessed with looks, and there's no saving her for life.
When Jiang Chuyu first brought Xiangxiang home, it was quite aloof and didn't like to talk to people. It took her several weeks of training before it learned to rub against people's legs and act cute.
After feeding Xiangxiang, Jiang Chuyu made herself a simple salad for dinner. After eating, she took a hot shower, changed into comfortable loungewear, and settled into the sofa to open her laptop.
The apartment was quiet at night, with only Xiangxiang's soft snoring.
After dealing with several work emails, Jiang Chuyu remembered the magazine from earlier that day. As if possessed, she found her old phone, fiddled with it for a while, connected to the internet, and logged into a domestic social media account that she hadn't touched in almost five years.
Many things in the account haven't changed.
She clicked on the pinned chat box, and a series of messages popped up like a virus.
Why aren't you replying to my messages?
【Where are you? 】
I went to Paris, but they said you weren't in ESMOD. It's okay, I'll find you someday.
Chuyu, I miss you.
My grandfather passed away today; I made him angry.
Qin Jiyuan committed suicide for my mother. He wanted to be buried with her, but I scattered his ashes into the sea. Such a filthy person doesn't deserve to be buried with my mother.
[The police found drugs in Qin Yao's room, based on the tip I provided.]
Tang Xin begged me to let her and her child go, saying she was willing to leave with nothing. She thought I was some kind of good person.
I took Tang Xin to see Qin Yao. She should have known this day would come when she poisoned my mother and you.
I acquired 51% of the shares in the Jiang Group. Jiang Lekai is a student I taught; he can't possibly hide anything from me. If you were the heir to the Jiang Group, you would definitely do a better job than him.
Ms. Jiang Shan came to me today, begging me to spare the Jiang Group for your sake. Chu Yu, tell me, should I agree to her request?
Everyone who bullied you has received their due punishment, except for me. You hate me so much, why don't you come and rid the world of this scourge?
【Chu Yu, I dreamt you came back to me… We hugged and kissed in your room, and you cried and called me "senior," begging me to be gentle… But I wanted to ejaculate inside you… to make you cry even louder.】
Chu Yu, I've come to find you.
Jiang Chuyu's gaze was fixed on the last sentence. Startled, she quickly exited the chat interface, her heart pounding wildly.
That night, she had a nightmare she hadn't had in a long time. In the dream, she was locked in a sterile glass room filled with flowers, her hands were handcuffed with sheepskin handcuffs, and the person kissed her all over with warm, wet lips and tongue...
When Jiang Chuyu woke up the next day, she was drenched in sweat and had to take another shower before going to work at the studio.
During the meeting, Luna noticed that she didn't look well and quietly asked her if she was sick.
Jiang Chuyu shook her head: "I'm fine, don't worry."
This is a crucial moment in Fashion Week; she can't afford to fall down so easily.
At the end of this month, Jiang Chuyu submitted the design drafts and creative explanations to the organizers, then arranged for models in advance and patiently waited for the fashion week to arrive.
This year, the organizers chose the art museum as the venue for the fashion week runway shows and also created special posters for the participating brands and designers for promotional purposes.
The weather was fine on the day of the event.
The sky was azure, the sun was shining brightly, and even the breeze along the Seine was gentle.
This wasn't Gu Zeming's first business trip to Paris, but it was the best weather he'd ever experienced.
He represented ML Bluestar Group to discuss cooperation with a French systems company.
At 11:00 a.m., both parties signed the cooperation framework agreement.
The French representative, Raphael, warmly extended his hand to him in congratulations.
"Congratulations, Mr. Gu."
Gu Zeming shook hands with him as a matter of routine and said with a faint smile, "It's a pleasure to cooperate with you, Mr. Raphael."
Raphael seemed used to his aloofness and invited him with a smile, "After the dinner, there's a nice show at the Museum of Modern Art. Would you like to go see it together?"
Gu Zeming had no interest in the fashion show. His original plan was to go back to the hotel to deal with the backlog of work emails, but perhaps because of the good weather, he was in a good mood and did not refuse Raphael.
After dinner, they left the restaurant and drove to the art museum.
The carriage was quiet. Raphael tried to find topics to talk about and get closer to Gu Zeming, but no matter whether he talked about the recent art exhibitions in Paris or the show that night, Gu Zeming mostly just gave brief responses, appearing both distant and absent-minded.
Raphael couldn't help but wonder if this business tycoon from the East still cared about anything. He had met many people, but he had never met anyone as cold and ruthless as Gu Zeming.
Thinking of the Time magazine article about him, Raphael suddenly felt a little scared.
At 8 p.m., the entrance to the art museum was packed with people, and flashbulbs were constantly going off.
They got out of the car and followed the host into the building, which was filled with modern art.
The show was held in an inner hall, which required passing through a long white corridor.
Huge posters of brands and designers are hung on the walls on both sides of the corridor.
The host introduced the highlights of the event to them while leading them towards the inner hall.
Gu Zeming kept pace with Raphael, his gaze fixed straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to the posters on either side, appearing utterly uninterested.
Upon seeing his Asian features, the receptionist had a sudden inspiration and said, "By the way, several outstanding Chinese designers are also participating in this event. Tonight, you can see their work at the fashion show..."
As he spoke, his gaze fell on a poster by a Chinese designer next to him.
Then, Gu Zeming stopped in his tracks.
His body turned slightly to the left, his head tilted back, and his gaze fixed on the poster diagonally above him.
The poster was huge, taking up almost an entire wall in a prominent position.
Against a backdrop of dark gray and crimson, an Asian woman stands in the center, wearing a black dress of her own design. Her hair is neatly pulled back, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck, making her as elegant and proud as a black swan.
Her English name and Chinese signature are in the bottom right corner of the poster: Alex Jiang-江初芋.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
People came and went in the long corridor. Raphael looked at the man, who was hailed by the media as the godfather of the Eastern business world, with a puzzled expression.
He stood there, looking up at the woman in the poster, her dark eyes seeming to hold a faint, burning flame.
Raphael felt a chill creep up his spine, and then he saw Gu Zeming's lips slowly, bit by bit, turn upwards, letting out a pleasant laugh.
finally.
I've found you.
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