Yi Tianran, however, smugly tossed her hair, curled her lips into a smile, and continued to provoke her: "Oh, I forgot to mention earlier, my surname is Yun, and I came with the judges for this event. I've seen Teacher Amy's work, and it's a hundred times more exquisite than yours. I hope you can still laugh even if you lose at the show."
With that, she walked into the guesthouse with a smile, blocking all view from behind the door.
The atmosphere outside the door became tense and awkward.
Yi Youyou lowered her head, a tear rolling down her cheek, and said pitifully, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from everyone, I just didn't want you to look down on me because of it."
A beautiful woman shedding tears is poignant and moving, and it can easily evoke a man's protective instincts.
Someone immediately comforted her, "It's okay, Youyou. Don't pay attention to that person's comments. As long as you complete the design well and shine at the show tomorrow night, no one will dare to look down on you."
"Yes, yes! We can't choose where we're born, but we can prove ourselves through our abilities."
Some people are obsessed with looks without any principles, but many others are still normal. They've clearly become less enthusiastic and indifferent towards Yi Youyou.
Yi Youyou clenched her teeth tightly, her lowered eyes were dark and terrifying, and a sense of fear welled up in her heart.
no!
If this continues, the perfect image she has worked so hard to maintain will be completely shattered.
We must change our image.
She absolutely has to win this fashion show competition!
But then the woman's words, "Amy's work is a hundred times more exquisite than yours," flashed through her mind again, and a sense of crisis arose within her.
She must prevent this possibility from arising!
...
Yi Tianran didn't linger in the room and went straight to the studio arranged by the organizers for Fu Qingruo to get busy.
Fu Qingruo is an internationally renowned designer, and many exhibitions consider it an honor to have her designs, and this exhibition is no exception.
This gave Yi Tianran an opportunity.
The scissors moved across the fabric, and the needle and thread darted through the silk. Yi Tianran's tailoring skills were nothing like those of a novice. Soon, she had presented a set of clothes.
After examining the clothes for a moment, she became dissatisfied.
He then took a brush and paint from one side and began to paint on the canvas on the wall.
Just as she was concentrating, someone approached from behind. Her gaze sharpened, and she swiftly retaliated, but the other person had already taken the oil pastel from her hand. Meeting her attack, the other person quickly grabbed her wrist. Yi Tianran looked closely and was immediately astonished: "Fu Yunchen, what are you doing here?"
She thought she wouldn't see him for several days, but he reappeared after she had only stayed in the village for an afternoon.
"It's business," Fu Yunchen said calmly.
But Yi Tianran simply didn't believe it. She reached out and cupped his face, making him look at her, and asked seriously, "Tell me honestly, was it really for official business, and not for me?"
"Businessmen have no conscience," Fu Yunchen said calmly. "There's a resort development project that's looking for a site, and this is one of the places we're considering."
Yi Tianran gently stroked his face with her fingers, secretly jealous. He was clearly a rough man, yet his skin was more delicate than hers. She still smiled, "Don't lie to me. The Fu family has countless resort projects every year; do you really need your personal inspection, CEO?"
"Yes, it is necessary." Fu Yunchen said without changing his expression.
Yi Tianran: "..."
That scoundrel, so stubborn.
She scraped his face hard with her fingers, then let go: "Then I won't disturb Mr. Fu while he's on his business."
However, Fu Yunchen didn't let her dodge. He casually trapped her hand in his palm and slowly said, "You are also important to me."
Yi Tianran understood the implication in his words.
He wanted to sleep with her.
She gave a forced laugh and said, "You're dreaming."
"Don't you want to hear it?" he asked, his gaze slightly lowered.
"I won't listen." She wasn't that stupid; she would never fall for it. "I won't listen, and I won't regret it."
"Even if it's related to your grandmother?" Fu Yunchen asked slowly.
Upon hearing this, Yi Tianran's expression hardened slightly. Just as she was about to speak, footsteps sounded outside.
Whether it was Fu Qingruo or anyone else, Yi Tianran didn't want them to see her and Fu Yunchen being intimate, so she didn't hesitate to raise her hand and push him away forcefully.
Fu Yunchen had anticipated her move and took a step back, maintaining a just-right distance from her.
Hao Ren's voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Fu, the meeting is about to begin."
Fu Yunchen glanced at Yi Tianran and saw her smiling and waving goodbye to him.
This woman is so kind?
Something unusual must be going on.
Soon, Hao Ren's reaction upon seeing him confirmed his suspicions: "President, your face..."
He frowned slightly, glanced at the glass window beside him, and saw that he had several painted beards on his face, four on each side.
If others had these whiskers, they would only think of a cat, but when Hao Ren looked at his boss's big cat face, he inexplicably thought of a majestic tiger.
Fu Yunchen replied casually, "To experience the local customs and culture."
But this village doesn't seem to have this kind of folk custom of people with painted faces! It's obvious that someone is playing a prank on his face!
Hao Ren hesitated for a moment, then thought to himself, how many people could actually draw on their CEO's face?
It's probably the one inside the house!
This kind of fun is something single people just don't understand, but they really want to!
...
Late that night, a furtive figure quietly slipped into a room backstage at the exhibition.
I turned on the flashlight on my phone and saw the work of designer Amy in the most conspicuous place.
The man stared intently at the newly designed ethnic costume. The patterns and designs were incredibly lifelike, complementing the red color and showcasing the unique ethnic characteristics. It was so stunning that he couldn't take his eyes off it.
"No wonder..."
The man muttered something under his breath, his face contorted with jealousy.
The next moment, she suddenly went up on stage, picked up the dress, and with a "ripping" sound, tore open a huge gap at the neckline.
Not content with that, she pulled a bottle of ink from her bag and poured it all over the design, ruining the essence of the artwork.
"Hmph, try comparing yourself to me? Maybe in your next life!" She laughed savagely and triumphantly.
The next second, a mocking voice rang out: "You really are not worthy of being compared to others. Perhaps being reborn as an animal in your next life is your only way out!"
The lights in the room suddenly turned on.
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