On the day of the Huanyu launch, major fashion media gathered outside the venue, waiting for the guests dressed in their best.
The invited stars arrived at the red carpet one after another in luxury cars. Zhuang Li, who was not a star, avoided everyone and entered the VIP channel in a low-key manner.
When he came to his seat, he saw Shao Hui wearing a haute couture dress.
The brother and sister, one sitting and the other standing, looked at each other.
7480 laughed heartily: "Surprise! Master, I reserved this seat for you, aren't you surprised?" When it hacked into the guest list, it saw Shao Hui's name, and immediately arranged the host to sit next to her.
Zhuang Li curled his lips and said in a cheerful voice, "I like your arrangement very much."
7480 said excitedly, "Master, there's a big surprise coming up!"
"Oh, Shao Hui is sitting on my right, and the one sitting on my left could be He Ming?" Zhuang Li guessed.
7480: "...Bah, boring!"
Zhuang Li chuckled a few times and said sincerely, "You did a great job."
7480 immediately perked up, rolled twice on the spot, and then lay down. After being conscripted as a child laborer by the host, it finally understood the joy of living off a gigolo.
Zhuang Li looked Shao Hui up and down, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Where did you get this dress?"
Shao Hui's palms were sweating from nervousness. She forced a smile and said, "A counterfeit dress can be bought online for a few hundred dollars." She didn't want her family to know that she made money outside yet.
Her achievements are still far from surpassing Zhuang Li's, and saying so would only bring shame upon herself.
However, she didn't know that Zhuang Li had already emptied out all her savings over the years and burned them. Even if she told him, the money would no longer be there.
She wanted to take away everything from Zhuang Li, so Zhuang Li secretly destroyed everything she had, one by one, making her disguise completely overlap with reality. When she learned the truth, she was still the same as she was in her previous life, with nothing, a complete failure.
Zhuang Li stretched out his slender fingertips to lift a piece of gauze hanging around Shao Hui's waist, and asked in interest, "How could such a good fabric be a knock-off?"
Shao Hui, for some reason, felt an unprecedented sense of nervousness. As she racked her brains for an explanation, Zhuang Li had already sat down and asked casually, "How did you get the invitation?"
Shao Hui's forehead was covered in sweat. Before the first problem was solved, the second problem came up.
Zhuang Li's seemingly relaxed and relaxed demeanor put an immense amount of pressure on her. She twisted her hands together and said with a stiff smile, "I asked Brother Xiao for this. Even though you two broke up, he and I are still friends. Brother, you won't stop me from being friends with him, will you?"
The last sentence was actually a test. She wanted to see if Zhuang Li still had feelings for Xiao Yiheng. In the ten days since his divorce, he hadn't mentioned Xiao Yiheng at all. Could it be that he was truly hurt by Xiao Yiheng's ruthlessness this time and had given up completely?
Shao Hui felt a little uncomfortable. She hoped that Zhuang Li would always love Xiao Yiheng so that she could get the pleasure of possessing Xiao Yiheng.
"I don't allow it." Zhuang Li said coldly.
"Why?" Shao Hui raised her voice and asked, excitement hidden in her eyes.
She was like a great white shark. As long as she smelled a hint of blood on Zhuang Li, as if he was injured, she would pounce on him immediately and tear the wound apart.
"Because he will be going to jail soon. How can you be friends with a prisoner?" Zhuang Li stared at the T-stage where staff members were constantly walking back and forth, and a strange smile slowly appeared on his face.
Shao Hui was stunned.
Just at this moment, He Ming came quietly behind the two of them, heard these words, and his heart trembled slightly.
One of his guesses was becoming clearer and clearer.
"You're here, why don't you sit down?" Zhuang Li asked without turning his head.
He Ming, who was already feeling timid, quickly went around to the front row and sat down obediently next to Zhuang Li. Although he was over 190 centimeters tall, he automatically felt shorter than Zhuang Li when he was next to him.
He took off his woolen coat and draped it over Zhuang Li's shoulders. His deep voice was filled with caution: "The heating seems to have just been turned on, and the temperature hasn't risen yet. You can put it on first, and return it to me when it's warm."
Shao Hui, who was only wearing a long gauze skirt: "..." You bastard, can't you see a living person like me?
The coat, still retaining body temperature, wrapped around Zhuang Li, giving him a complete sense of security. A familiar scent of cologne slowly emanated from the thick fabric, like the cold wind mixed with frost and snow and the remaining gunpowder smoke from the battlefield, astringent and strong.
Not caring about Shao Hui sitting next to him, Zhuang Li immediately buried his face in the coat and took a deep breath. He missed this smell so much.
His attachment greatly eased He Ming's nervousness and anxiety, and a smile finally appeared on the corners of He Ming's tightly pursed lips.
"Do you still want to smell it? My arms have always been empty for you." He Ming pointed to his heart.
He rarely said such sweet words, so his ears burned red. But he still mustered up the courage to look deep into Zhuang Li's eyes, and every inch of his face was filled with the words: I'm waiting for you, I still love you.
His dark eyes were watery under the light, an urgent desire flowing through his irises. Such a strong man, in front of Zhuang Li, was as fragile as a child, as if a single word of rejection from Zhuang Li could make him cry.
Shao Hui hid her hands under her fluffy skirt and clenched them into fists. She was so jealous of Zhuang Li! Even a blind man could feel He Ming's deep love for Zhuang Li.
Had this man been possessed by Zhuang Li? Without Zhuang Li's betrayal, this press conference wouldn't have happened. And yet, at the press conference, he was actually begging Zhuang Li to come back? Was he mentally ill?
When Shao Hui was secretly furious, Zhuang Li pointed at the T stage and said calmly, "Let's watch the show first. We can talk about our business later."
The light in He Ming's eyes completely extinguished. He followed Zhuang Li's fingertips and looked towards the catwalk. His gentle face had become incomparably stiff. He blinked rapidly, because it allowed the moisture in his pupils to evaporate in a fraction of a second.
If it weren't in public, he might have cried.
7480: "How pitiful! The gods are truly pitiful! So now it's his turn to chase his husband to the crematorium, right?"
Zhuang Li held his chin with one hand, with the corners of his lips curled up in a half-smile.
7480 sighed sincerely: "Master, you are really a scumbag. You even want to make up for this little loss."
As they spoke, the guests had already taken their seats. Due to He Ming's interruption, Shao Hui had forgotten to ask Zhuang Li why he said Xiao Yiheng would go to jail. She looked up, excitedly waiting.
Reborn with the memories of her previous life, she knew that Huanyu would create a sales legend. It was precisely because of the development of Huanyu that He Ming's company became a leader in the international textile industry in just a few years.
After He Ming became rich, he bought a huge port overseas to berth his company's ocean-going cargo ships, and also bought a vast piece of land to grow textile crops such as cotton and flax.
Compared to He Ming, those wealthy people who often bought luxury houses, luxury cars, and private jets were all weak. No one could estimate He Ming's assets because he was so rich.
Now, Huanyu has been obtained by Shao Hui, which also means that the wealth that He Ming owned in his previous life will belong to Shao Hui in this life.
Thinking of this, Shao Hui's breathing became heavier.
Zhuang Li glanced at her sideways, and the smile on his lips deepened.
He Ming didn't even look at the catwalk, his eyes were fixed on Zhuang Li's slender white wrist.
The surrounding lights dimmed, leaving the catwalk as the only bright spot. Internationally renowned designers Karl and Xiao Yiheng emerged, spoke briefly, and announced the start of the show.
Xiao Yiheng had dark circles under his eyes, his cheeks slightly sunken, and he looked listless. Today should have been his most glorious moment, yet he stood here looking haggard. He glanced at the guests in the audience, a polite smile on his face. When he saw Zhuang Li, sitting between He Ming and Shao Hui, his mouth stiffened for a moment.
But before he could think deeply, he was pulled away by Karl.
Models donned lavish gowns and lined up at the exit.
Xiao Yiheng walked to the backstage and stared at the LED screen hanging on the truss with a very gloomy expression.
"How did Zhuang Li get an invitation?" Xiao Yiheng grabbed the director and pointed at Zhuang Li on the screen. The photographer seemed to be very fond of his handsome face and gave him a close-up that lasted several seconds.
"I don't know? This was not arranged by me." The director was clueless.
Xiao Yiheng was a bit irritable, worried that Zhuang Li would rush backstage and pester him. He didn't have time to deal with such a fool right now. But the show had already begun, with more than a dozen cameras covering it from all angles. He couldn't send a few security guards to chase Zhuang Li away.
"Forget it, let him be. Him sitting with He Ming can also add more topics to our live broadcast." Xiao Yiheng said with a sneer.
He Ming's invitation was sent by him personally, with no other purpose than provocation. As the winner, he had the right to admire the loser's bitter face.
But now, the situation is completely different from when he sent the invitation letter. He is not a winner, and He Ming is not a loser at all.
Therefore, He Ming's presence not only failed to make Xiao Yiheng feel happy, but also made him feel uncomfortable.
After staring at He Ming's resolute and calm face for a long moment, Xiao Yiheng had already changed his mind. If Zhuang Li could pester him in front of He Ming later, he would gladly accept it. What he had lost in business, he would regain in love.
Thinking of this, Xiao Yiheng immediately removed Zhuang Li from his blacklist and sent a text message: [Wait for me at the same place after the press conference. I want to see you.]
He knew that no matter how excessive his actions had been before, as long as he said something soft, Zhuang Li would come up to him without any dignity.
As expected, Zhuang Li replied immediately, his tone full of joy: [Okay, I'll wait for you #smile#]
Xiao Yiheng curled the corners of his lips in disdain.
At the same time, Zhuang Li used his mobile phone to hack into the studio's main control program and shut down the circulating air supply system.
The studio was packed with people, each consuming oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide. With the ventilation system shut off, fresh air couldn't flow in, and the carbon dioxide levels continued to climb.
But no one noticed this change, everyone's eyes were focused on the catwalk.
He Ming was tall and very close to Zhuang Li, so he glanced down and saw Xiao Yiheng's text message. He watched Zhuang Li agree to the other party's request, and his face couldn't help but darken.
Even though he was angry, he didn't dare to say anything to Zhuang the Barber, so he could only glare at the T-stage fiercely.
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