The music slowly started playing, from soft to intense.
As the first drumbeat began, a model with a slender waist and long legs appeared in a gorgeous long dress. The flowing skirt fell across the runway like a blooming flower, the gorgeous colors and changing light and shadows stunning everyone.
The Phantom Feather is truly worthy of its name. Seeing it in person, it's even lighter and softer than advertised. It's translucent yet ethereal like a cloud. A dress crafted from it requires only a few simple designs to achieve the pinnacle of beauty.
The models walking on the catwalk were very bright and beautiful, but they were completely unable to steal the shine from Huanyu.
The entire audience applauded this fabric that combined the play of light and shadow with all the bright colors in the world.
Shao Hui stared at the catwalk with wide eyes, her face finally revealing an expression of uncontrollable excitement. She clapped her hands vigorously, her cheeks flushed red, as if she were drunk.
From today on, she will embark on the same path as He Ming in her previous life. She will become a super-rich person with assets exceeding 10 billion!
He Ming stared at the model's skirt, his face expressionless. He knew better than anyone how beautiful butterfly wings were.
Seeing something that once belonged to him stolen and then openly displayed, he wasn't as angry as he'd expected. The moment the model emerged, Zhuang Li, who had been indifferent to him, suddenly grasped his hand, gently scratching the back of it with his slender fingertips, causing his heart to melt.
He knew that this was comfort from Zhuang Li.
He Ming grabbed Zhuang Li's hand, holding it tightly and unwilling to let go. He finally gave in to his heart.
The whole audience was applauding enthusiastically, and every guest had an expression of amazement on their face, except for Zhuang Li and He Ming who were sitting side by side and looked indifferent.
He Ming's eyes were moist, his ears were red, and he looked absent-minded. Zhuang Li's lips curled slightly, as if he was smiling, but there was a cold mockery in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
The cameraman also knew the relationship between the two and Xiao Yiheng, so he pointed the camera at them.
Compared to Shao Hui's enthusiastic applause, their cold reactions were simply too abnormal. What were they thinking? Was it jealousy?
Xiao Yiheng stared at the two incompatible people on the screen, and finally felt a sense of relief in his heart.
However, this sense of joy only lasted for a few seconds before being replaced by astonishment.
The model, reaching the end of the runway, lifted her flowing skirt and struck a pose. Her perfectly composed smile turned into panic. The vibrant dress she was wearing had, without her noticing, turned a pale yellow. The yellow was uneven, darker in some places, lighter in others, like a diaper that had been used for years.
The model's fixed pose turned into a stumble. After she regained her balance, she pulled open the hem of her skirt and examined it again and again, completely forgetting that she was still on the catwalk.
The model following behind her had a premonition and looked down, only to find that her dress had also turned into a yellow diaper.
At the same time, the dresses of all the models were fading, as if Cinderella had passed midnight and was suddenly transformed back to her original form by the magic that had suddenly failed.
The enthusiastic applause stopped abruptly, and noise and commotion came from the audience.
The guests sitting in the back row stood up and craned their necks to look, while the guests sitting in the front row tilted their heads back with astonished expressions.
The models on the catwalk were in a mess, pushing each other and walking back anxiously. They had never worn such an ugly dress.
Even the most beautiful dress in the world would be unsightly if made from diapers. Furthermore, Carl's designs were meant to highlight the beauty of the Phantom Feather, so the lines were very simple. When the Phantom Feather's vibrant colors faded, these dresses would become nothing more than urine-stained sheets.
Shao Hui looked at the model on the catwalk in disbelief, her rosy cheeks slowly turning blue.
Carl looked at the model standing next to him waiting to appear, and then looked at the model who had already appeared. His mind was confused.
Why are the dresses backstage still vibrant, while the ones upstage are faded? Did someone spray some chemical on the fabric?
Xiao Yiheng's eyes were about to pop out, and he was grabbing the director and asking angrily what was going on, why did Huanyu turn into a pile of rags?
The director looked like he wanted to cry but couldn't. He really didn't know anything.
Seeing that there were no models left on the catwalk, Karl, upholding his professionalism, pushed the model standing next to him out and shouted, "Go, go, don't stop!"
The new models were all glamorous, but when they reached the end of the catwalk, their dresses turned into a pile of diapers.
The guests, who originally thought that the designer was playing a little joke on everyone, finally realized that something went wrong with this new product launch!
The noise in the audience gradually died down and turned into silence. Everyone's expression was one of confusion and astonishment.
Zhuang Li, who had previously been indifferent, pulled his hand away from He Ming's grasp and clapped vigorously. He raised his eyebrows, curled his lips, and studied each model who passed by him with great interest.
At a moment when the whole audience was silent, his applause seemed particularly abrupt.
Everyone's eyes were on him, confused as to why he was clapping. The cameraman also turned his camera on him and took a close-up shot.
Zhuang Li seemed to notice the cameraman's actions. He stared intently at the camera, his thin, beautiful, crimson lips gently parting as he uttered, "Please enjoy my work, everyone."
He Ming had a premonition, so he didn't look surprised. If you really want to examine his feelings, there are only two words to describe his current mood: regret and fear.
He regretted divorcing Zhuang Li and was also afraid that he would never be able to win her back. At this moment, he was in a panic, with sweat pouring down his forehead, palms, and back.
Shao Hui, who also heard these words, suddenly turned around and looked at Zhuang Li, her eyes widened to the point where they almost popped out of their sockets.
Appreciate my work, what does that mean? Could Zhuang Li be responsible for Huanyu's transformation? Why did he sabotage the press conference? Was he seeking revenge against Xiao Yiheng?
It was only then that Shao Hui realized with great horror that when Zhuang Li was abandoned by Xiao Yiheng at the wedding, he could choose to forgive or to seek revenge. No one had ever stipulated that he must love Xiao Yiheng with his life without regrets.
As long as one is a human being, he or she will feel pain and hatred. It is the strangest thing to easily forgive such cruel harm!
Thinking of this, Shao Hui collapsed in the chair, and the sense of superiority she had reborn disappeared at this moment.
She looked at Zhuang Li, who was still clapping, and a chill ran up her spine. After being abandoned at the wedding, this man had never once uttered a single word of resentment towards Xiao Yiheng, nor had he ever expressed any thoughts of revenge. He was hiding it too well!
Seeing Zhuang Li's lip movements through the LED screen, Xiao Yiheng finally realized something.
He hurriedly intercepted the models walking out one by one, then took out the uncut Fantasy Feather from the box and let the models put it on and walk out.
He was certain that the accident was caused by Zhuang Li bribing the backstage staff and spraying some chemical reagent on the dress.
The uncut phantom feathers were sealed in boxes and shipped directly from the factory, so it was impossible for Zhuang Li to tamper with them.
Carl also thought of this, and quickly cut the 30-meter-long cloth into pieces, asked the model to wrap them around her body, and walked out directly.
"Xiao, you have a calm mind and thought of a solution in time. No matter who made the move today, he will not succeed. Even without the sophisticated design, the Phantom Feather is enough to amaze the guests." Carl said sincerely.
"Thank you for your comfort." Xiao Yiheng stared at Zhuang Li on the screen with a sinister look.
Carl continued, "The Fantasy Feathers are already so beautiful, I can't imagine how wonderful He's Butterfly Wings will be. I'm really looking forward to their release."
Xiao Yiheng: "..." Only he could understand the pain of his heart being stabbed with a knife.
Models returned to the catwalk wrapped in brightly colored fabrics, but the same thing happened: they were transformed into dirty diapers.
All guests in the audience: “…” What the hell is going on?
Zhuang Li smiled and clapped, his gaze on the models filled with admiration. He was the only one engrossed in this show, for it was his work.
Shao Hui's face was distorted with fear. She tried hard to keep her voice from sounding hysterical and angry: "Brother, what on earth did you do?"
Zhuang Li glanced at her with a smile but did not answer.
Shao Hui, who was already getting angry, said: "..."
Rather than cutting Zhuang Li's flesh with a blunt knife, she now wanted to stuff a bomb under this man's butt and make him explode on the spot.
He Ming didn't care about the answer to this question at all. He just wanted to win Zhuang Li back. When all the models went backstage and Zhuang Li stopped clapping, he mustered up the courage to shake Zhuang Li's hand.
Zhuang Li tried to pull back, but failed, so he gently hit the back of He Ming's hand.
He Ming refused to let go, but he couldn't bring himself to meet Zhuang Li's gaze. He was too thin-skinned, and this was all he could do at the moment.
7480 just shook his head. "Tsk tsk tsk, why bother with this when one shot can solve the problem?"
Zhuang Li raised an eyebrow and said, "How about you use your mental power to connect with him and teach him how to do it?"
7480 quickly admitted his mistake: "Master, I was just joking."
"No, I'm not kidding you, I'm serious." Zhuang Li responded seriously.
7480: "..." When it comes to being thick-skinned, it only respects its host!
"Master, the spiritual power of the god and I are not on the same level. He is more advanced than me, and he is the one who takes the initiative to connect with me. It is impossible for me to connect with him." 7480 had to explain a few words.
Zhuang Li responded with a low sound, with obvious disappointment on his face.
7480: “…”
As the two were talking, Carl emerged, looking utterly flustered, and announced the show was temporarily suspended. The audience erupted in a roar of discontent, and the invited reporters, like great white sharks smelling blood, swarmed backstage.
The crowd gradually dispersed and the venue became empty, but Zhuang Li was still sitting in his seat. One reason was that he was waiting for Xiao Yiheng; the other was that his hand was tightly held by He Ming and he couldn't move at all.
He didn't move, so Shao Hui didn't move either. She was angry and resentful, but she couldn't legitimately question Zhuang Li because she was just an ordinary college student and had nothing to do with the "Land of Jingwei".
A moment later, hurried footsteps were heard on the T-stage.
Xiao Yiheng rushed out with a ferocious expression and roared, "Zhuang Li, what did you do to Huanyu?"
He jumped off the T-stage, waving his fists, his red eyes spewing flames of anger.
He Ming immediately let go of Zhuang Li's hand and stood up, punching Xiao Yiheng so hard that he became dizzy and fell to the ground.
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