The audience.
Lu Rang slowly unclenched his fist, his deep eyes reflecting the figure standing in the shadows on the catwalk, a figure more dazzling than anyone else.
A faint yet proud smile curved at the corners of his lips.
Cheng Zhou still held Lu You in his arms, and could feel her body trembling slightly.
Lu You looked at the stage. Her eyes reddened, and she muttered a curse under her breath.
"Damn, I knew it, my sister-in-law is awesome..."
Luo Xue sat amidst thunderous applause and cheers, her face ashen.
Her hands gripped the armrests of the seat tightly, her nails almost digging into the wood.
How could that be...
How is this possible?!
Just three days!
How could she possibly design something like this?
This couldn't have been rushed out; it clearly has a depth that comes from a long period of refinement and polishing.
After the applause subsided, Shang Wu walked back to the center of the stage.
As she was about to express her gratitude, Luo Xue suddenly stood up as if bitten by a venomous snake.
"Freya!"
"You're lying!"
The entire room fell silent instantly.
All eyes were once again on this woman who had repeatedly provoked them, and the live stream camera quickly focused on her.
Luo Xue pointed to the stunning works on the catwalk, her voice filled with hysterical doubt.
"This couldn't possibly have been designed by you in three days! You're kidding me!"
As if grasping at a last straw, she shouted frantically, "Have you already run out of ideas?! Did you bribe another designer? Did you buy someone else's design drafts to fill in the gaps?"
"Isn't that right! You can't provide any evidence to prove that you drew this!"
These words shocked everyone present.
Buying articles?
This is an extremely serious accusation in the design world, equivalent to academic fraud, and if proven true, it would ruin one's reputation.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats again, their eyes darting back and forth between Luo Xue and Shang Wu, and the live stream chat exploded once more.
"Holy crap? Buying articles?"
"No way...you're so sure?"
"Luo Xue is still not giving up!"
"Wait for a response! Freya, hurry up and slap her in the face!"
On stage.
Shang Wu listened quietly to Luo Xue's accusations, her face showing no sign of anger, not even the faint hint of mockery, leaving only complete calm.
She seemed to be watching a farce that had nothing to do with her.
She waited until Luo Xue finished speaking before slowly picking up the microphone. Without looking at Luo Xue, she calmly looked at all the audience members below the stage and at the countless cameras.
Her voice came through the speakers, carrying an unquestionable certainty.
"My pen only paints my life, and my inspiration comes from my own blood and bones."
"These three works are called..."
She paused slightly.
Every word.
"New Life" is a tribute to becoming a mother, and also a tribute to...
Her gaze finally fell back on Luo Xue's distorted face, with a hint of pity.
"Every moment I sewed my own wings in the darkness, so I could fly again."
She gently shook her head.
"Such works cannot be bought or stolen; they belong only to me who has experienced all of this."
"Well said!"
Someone in the audience shouted first.
An even louder and longer round of applause erupted, this time a testament to unwavering support and admiration!
The live stream was completely flooded with the names "Newborn" and "Freya"!
Luo Xue stood frozen in place.
Amidst the deafening applause and cheers hurled at her opponent, her face turned from white to pale, then from pale to purple.
She felt like a clown.
All the scheming and malice are utterly insignificant in the face of the opponent's absolute strength and openness.
Shang Wu bowed slightly, and the spotlight cast a dazzling halo around her, as if she were being crowned.
The applause was thunderous and lasted for a long time.
Shang Wu stood in the center of the light and bowed slightly.
She straightened up.
His gaze swept over the still excited crowd below the stage, and over the cameras that gleamed with curiosity and inquiry.
She knew that relying on the impact of her work and verbal rebuttals was not enough; once the seeds of doubt were sown, they had to be uprooted, or there would be endless troubles.
She needs to give all her supporters the most solid explanation, and she also needs to give all potential malice the clearest warning.
She spoke into the microphone, suppressing the noise from the scene.
"Thank you for the applause, and thank you to those who forced me to stand taller and become stronger."
Her tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable power.
"Regarding these three sets of 'New Life,' and whether they were written by me, I think actions speak louder than words."
She nodded slightly to Ah Ying on the side of the stage.
Aying immediately understood and quickly connected a tablet computer that she had prepared to the huge screen at the back of the stage.
Instantly, everyone's attention was drawn to it, and all the viewers in the live stream held their breath.
The screen lit up, and the first thing that appeared were several extremely rough and messy sketches. It was the first late night after the design drafts were deleted.
A soft gasp came from the audience.
Immediately afterwards, the images on the screen began to switch rapidly, as if time were passing at an accelerated pace.
The sketch gradually became clearer.
Each page clearly records the entire birth process of the "New Life" series from scratch.
Each image is timed precisely to the second, so seamlessly connected that it cannot be faked; the final image is the one that freezes in time.
It was an intricate embroidery pattern of the lily, with detailed annotations next to it regarding the selection of sequins and diamonds, and the date was yesterday.
The entire hall was silent.
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