"Jiayi, Jiayi, something's happened..." Mo Xing rushed into Ming Jiayi's dressing room in a panic and said.
"Isn't Jiayi here perfectly fine? What happened?" Su Yu asked calmly while fixing Ming Jiayi's hair.
Ming Jiayi's hands were skillfully drawing on her face when she murmured, "I'm a ghost~"
"Oh dear," Mo Xing hurriedly walked to Ming Jiayi's side, "I heard from the production crew that they removed all the chairs in the third row, leaving only a sofa for you to sit on by yourself."
Ming Jiayi paused in drawing her eyebrows. "Why?"
"I heard it was because of Feng Yunyun. She ordered them to move your seat to the very edge of the third row, and then Fan Wenfeng came up with this idea."
"Wouldn't it be awkward for me to be there all by myself?" Ming Jiayi asked calmly.
"Yes...that's why I rushed over to tell you something happened." Mo Xing breathed a sigh of relief and answered confidently.
"What's the big deal?" Su Yu replied calmly. "It would be so much better if you sat in the third row all by yourself. Putting aside the center position, how much does this solitary seat demonstrate your status?"
Mo Xing jumped up excitedly, clapping her hands as if she had discovered a new continent. "Oh, right, Xiaoyu, how come your little brain is so bright! Then it's alright, let's get ready and set off!"
Ming Jiayi and Su Yu looked at Mo Xing, who was skipping and jumping out, with question marks on their faces.
Why does this child seem a little slow on the uptake?
Su Yu fixed Ming Jiayi's hair, then went to the living room and took out a dress from an exquisitely packaged gift box.
She's just a tool now.
Ming Chia-Yi attends at least three large-scale events every month, so as Ming Chia-Yi's "clothing supplier," she has to design at least three evening gowns for Ming Chia-Yi to wear every month.
In fact, Ming Jiayi didn't mind wearing the same clothes, but Su Yu understood the unspoken rules of the industry. She knew that wearing the same evening gown to a large event would definitely make people point fingers at her.
So, to avoid this situation from happening, she was willing to be a tool.
Su Yu slowly carried the dress into Ming Jiayi's dressing room, and then gently unfolded the dress.
It was a pale yellow, fitted strapless long dress, sculpted to fit the body. The dress was made of silk chiffon, which felt exceptionally comfortable to the touch. The hem was cut in a fishtail shape, and as it flowed lightly on the ground, it gave off a languid beauty.
"How is it? Does it look good?" Su Yu asked somewhat eagerly.
The first draft of this evening dress was drawn many years ago when she was about to graduate from university.
She originally intended to have this evening gown made for her college graduation party.
However, due to various reasons, she was unable to attend the graduation party, so naturally, she never managed to make this evening dress.
She found the first draft of this evening dress a month ago, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it, so she made some minor modifications and then made it into a finished product.
Personally, I think this evening gown is absolutely stunning.
Ming Jiayi smiled sweetly and obligingly, "Beautiful! Every piece of clothing designed and made by the great designer Su is beautiful! I love it~"
Su Yu looked at Ming Jiayi with some disdain, but the smile in her eyes completely betrayed her. "You're so good at talking. Go and change."
Ming Jiayi picked up the evening dress and walked towards her own room across the hall.
Mo Xing rushed into the dressing room again in a panic. She looked around and then asked anxiously, "Where's Jiayi?"
Su Yu pointed to the door across the hall and answered meticulously, "Going to change clothes."
"Sigh~" Mo Xing pulled out a chair and sat down with a mournful expression. "There are so many celebrities attending the event tonight that the entire venue is packed. I'm worried that if Jia Yi joins in, she won't stand out. I want to do something that will leave a lasting impression."
Su Yu gently patted Mo Xing's shoulder and said with a deep expression,
"You're overthinking it. Jiayi, she can strike up a conversation with anyone she goes out with, and everyone will remember her. To use that popular internet term, she has social butterfly syndrome."
Mo Xing pouted, shook her head, and stood up. "No way! Lots of celebrities do this! I'm going to make Jiayi the most unique one!"
"It's okay, I don't care."
A lazy, somewhat indifferent voice came from beside them, and Mo Xing and Su Yu both looked up at the door.
Ming Jiayi had already changed into that dress; the pale yellow fishtail skirt complemented her flawless white skin, making the girl appear even more fair-skinned, beautiful, and radiant.
Beneath her long, black hair, which was styled in a bun, lay a face so white it seemed to glow.
Whether it was the blush or the girl's cheeks were naturally rosy, it accentuated a touch of shyness in her.
Her big eyes blinked as she looked at the stunned Mo Xing and Su Yu, and her first words broke the quiet and warm atmosphere.
"What are you two doing? Staring blankly?"
Mo Xing opened her mouth wide without any attempt to hide it, and exclaimed loudly, "Oh no, oh no, I think I'm gay, oh no, oh no!"
Su Yu shook her head incredulously, "Unbelievable... How come every time I dress you in a dress I designed, it gives me such a big surprise..."
Ming Jiayi instantly switched into her playful mode. She lowered her head, smiled shyly, and replied somewhat awkwardly, "Don't do that~ I'll feel embarrassed."
Su Yu and Mo Xing were brought back to reality by these words. They helplessly rubbed their foreheads and said, "Be normal!"
Ming Jiayi obediently replied with an "Oh".
Mo Xing started sighing again.
“You don’t care, but as your manager and assistant, I do. Tell me, if I go find a snake and put it around your neck as a scarf, wouldn’t that make you stand out in their minds?”
Ming Jiayi rubbed her forehead and replied helplessly, "Of course they will! Who knows, people might even think I have some weird quirks!"
"What's wrong? Isn't Jiayi amazing enough? You're almost crying, and you're still worried that she won't be remembered?" Su Yu asked calmly.
Mo Xing subconsciously touched the corner of her mouth.
"What? That's nonsense. What do you know? This is called marketing!"
I not only want them to remember Jiayi, but I also want them to directly connect and post the photos of Jiayi they took on the official Weibo account, so that more people can remember Jiayi.
The celebrities who can be directly contacted and have their photos sent are either major influencers or the queens of the night. Jiayi isn't a major influencer yet, so she can only use trending topics to grab their attention.
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