"I really don't understand why we let Chinese people participate in our show. Do they understand fashion? Do they understand clothing design?" The model named Sabrina continued to complain. "If I wore this dress out today, I would definitely be laughed at by the other models. I really don't know why they chose me to wear their design."
"Okay, Sabrina, stop it." The other girl was obviously a little impatient. "If you really don't want to, you can just tell them instead of complaining to me here."
"It's about to start, so you should get ready."
They are models, not slaves forced to sell their bodies. If they really don't want to do something, they just don't do it. Listening to such complaints all the time will affect her mood.
"Claris, what do you mean?" Sabrina said in an annoyed voice. "You get to wear clothes designed by the most famous designers, and of course you don't mind it, but I have to wear these ugly clothes designed by Chinese people. I'm so unlucky, and I can't complain a little bit?"
"I can wear clothes from any designer because it suits me," Klauris said lightly, a hint of pride in her tone. "Besides, those Chinese designers were invited by the organizers. They're not as bad as you say. They chose you because your appearance meets their requirements. Don't overthink it."
"Oh, you say that so easily." Sabrina sneered, "If it were you, I wonder if you would still be able to laugh."
"I'm too lazy to talk to you." Seeing that she was talking to a deaf ear, Claus lost her patience.
Judging from the sound, she should have gone far away.
Even through a layer of cloth, Su Qingyun could still hear Sabrina cursing, and her brows were getting tighter and tighter.
"What's wrong?" Ji Yue asked her.
"Nothing." Su Qingyun said after hesitating for a moment.
They are in a foreign country and are just transiting here and will leave soon, so it is better not to cause trouble.
Su Qingyun endured the discomfort in her heart and was about to leave when a voice made her stop.
"Excuse me, why did you throw my work on the ground?" It was a female voice that suppressed anger, and the other party spoke English which was not very fluent.
Ji Yue also heard this familiar voice. The two looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.
How could that be?
In the dressing room, Sabrina, who had just thrown her clothes on the floor to vent her anger, was startled when she saw the Chinese woman who appeared. She patted her chest and said nonchalantly, "I just put them on the floor first."
"This will dirty your clothes." Xia Qiu said angrily.
The model who was about to wear her own design on the runway had not come out yet. She was a little confused and wanted to go see what was going on. As a result, as soon as she walked into the dressing room, she saw Sabrina throwing the clothes she had worked so hard to design to the ground.
She picked up the clothes with heartache and patted the dust off them.
"Is it really that serious? What a fuss!" Sabrina pouted. "You treat a piece of rags like a treasure."
"What did you say?" Xia Qiu suddenly raised his head and glared at Sabrina with red eyes, his eyes almost spitting fire. "Please respect the hard work of every designer, and respect my work as well."
She finished the sentence word by word.
Although she was not as good as those experienced professional fashion designers in the fashion design competition in Hong Kong, she still won the third place in the end. More importantly, her work was appreciated by the fashion design director of Linman Group, and she got the opportunity to go abroad with her to participate in a fashion show.
From the day she got this opportunity, Xia Qiu seemed to be living in a dream. She came to Lutetia in a dream, and her own design became a reality and was about to be worn on the model on the catwalk. But Sabrina's words were like a slap in the face.
Xia Qiu was angry.
Even if her work has flaws, Xia Qiu will not allow anyone to trample on her hard work like this.
"Heh." Sabrina couldn't help but laugh, with a mocking look on her face, pointing at the clothes in her hand, "Is that it? You think it's a work of art?"
She knew the identity of this Chinese girl. She was just a student and it was her first time to go abroad to participate in such a fashion show. Sabrina, who claimed to be experienced, did not take her seriously at all.
Now that no one else was in the dressing room, Sabrina dropped her pretense. She gave a sarcastic smile, "Do you know how many years I've been a model? Do you know how many haute couture dresses I've worn? Do you know how many runway shows I've walked in?"
"In my eyes, your dress isn't a masterpiece." Sabrina chuckled, deliberately emphasizing the word "workmanship." "It's just garbage."
"Just like you Chinese people, dirty, filthy, ugly and vulgar!"
She finished the last few words with a smile, her pretty face full of malice, and seeing Xia Qiu's chest heaving with anger, Sabrina was even happier.
"Really? Then if my clothes are garbage, what are you?" Xia Qiu suddenly smiled calmly, "Are you only worthy of wearing garbage? Isn't that worse than garbage?"
"You!" Sabrina was instantly furious and raised her hand high, about to drop it.
"ah!"
Xia Qiu was quick-witted and grabbed her hand. With his other hand, he slapped Sabrina hard in the face. "If you can't speak properly, I'll smash your stinky mouth!"
Sabrina was stunned. She didn't expect that this Chinese man was so bold as to hit her. She covered her face and felt the burning pain. It must be swollen. She had to go on stage soon. How could she go on stage in this state?
Sabrina was furious and screamed like a mad woman, ready to attack Xia Qiu.
Xia Qiu was prepared. After dodging flexibly, he picked up a solid wooden clothes hanger beside him and slapped Sabrina hard on the back.
"I let you scold me, I let you scold me!"
"Trash! I want to see who is trash!"
Xia Qiu muttered as he dealt with Sabrina's attacks.
Sabrina felt pain all over her body. This Chinese man must be crazy, he must be crazy!
Blinded by anger, she rushed towards Xia Qiu screaming, "I'm going to kill you!"
"You still have the energy to yell, right?" Xia Qiu became more and more excited as he hit her, the wooden hanger in his hand almost leaving an afterimage. "You're a jerk, aren't you? Then I'll beat you until you're speechless."
She tolerated being bullied at school, and she accepted being told that her work was not as good as others, but when people said her work was rubbish and even went so far as to criticize her country, Xia Qiu could not tolerate it.
All the anger that had been suppressed in her heart for so long was vented at this moment.
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