Chapter 214 Festival
On this trip to Paris, more than the fashion trends that are difficult to innovate, Xia Mian was actually looking forward to Gao Zhuxiu's jewelry. Because each piece is unique and possesses a special kind of beauty.
Unfortunately, Xia Mian went to bed late last night and woke up completely late. He didn't have time to dress up, nor was he in the mood to. He just grabbed a casual suit and put it over his T-shirt, making sure he didn't dress in a way that was too inappropriate for social etiquette.
The shoes are also simple and easy-to-wear sneakers.
"Is this really okay?" Da Huang scratched his head. "I heard that Gao Zhuxiu... has a lot of rules. If someone doesn't look like the target customer group, the brand won't even let you get close to take a look."
After all, they were on someone else's turf, so Da Huang tried to beautify his words, turning "snobbish" into "having many rules".
Xia Mian gave him a look that said, "You're still too young." She continued, "Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse. That's true. Humans are often good at judging people by their appearance. But in the world of fame and fortune, there are some things that transcend clothing."
He ruffled the back of his head, which was flat on one side and bulging on the other from sleeping: "Let's go, let's set off. Big Yellow, take the styling tools and fix my hair on the way."
Da Huang was stunned by what he said, and happily followed behind him with his small spray bottle and hair clay.
They arrived a bit late; by the time they entered, most of the guests were already seated.
Wertheimer's second son is in charge of the group's fashion line. Today's theme is haute couture jewelry, so he didn't sit in the middle, but rather in a slightly off-the-side position.
Upon seeing Xia Mian, the Second Young Master greeted him, indicating that a seat had been reserved for him and that he should go over there.
This fashion week was a private trip. After walking the red carpet yesterday, Zhao Wei had been releasing press releases all night. Xia Mian didn't want to be in the limelight, so she shook her head at him, walked to the second to last row, and randomly found a seat.
“Hello, this is the show venue. There are plenty of seats available for staff backstage. Please move over.”
Before I could even get comfortable in my seat, someone next to me suddenly "reminded" me in French.
Chestnut subconsciously turned her head and saw that it was Yu Xingtong. She muttered under her breath, "What kind of gibberish is she talking about... Why is she sitting down instead of walking the runway?"
Chestnut hadn't studied French and didn't understand what she was saying, but Xia Mian heard it clearly and whispered back to Chestnut, "She saw that I was dressed casually and mistook me for a staff member."
What?
impossible!
This is a genuine product!
Chestnut immediately went into battle mode, glaring menacingly at Yu Xingtong—they had met in the red carpet waiting area yesterday, and Yu Xingtong definitely knew Xia Mian was a guest. Pretending not to know her now was clearly an attempt to cause trouble.
However, as a member of the Xia Mian team, every move Li Zi makes represents Xia Mian's image in the industry and in front of the public.
Xia Mian is a boy, so he can't have a conflict with a girl in public. Even if Li Zi is angry, it's no use. She can only comfort Xia Mian: "Xia, just treat her like a big cabbage that's making noise. Don't pay attention to her. If it's really affecting your mood, move to the front row next to the second young master, or just leave. I'll wait for you backstage. Call me anytime if you need anything."
The venue set up a temporary rest area for the guests' entourage. The show was about to begin, and security personnel had already started clearing the area.
At this moment, perhaps seeing that Xia Mian was still talking to the cricket and not responding to her, Yu Xingtong smiled and urged again: "Monsieur, neprenez - vous pas ce que je dis Oh no, you may not understand what I'm saying, sorry, I said the backstage is to the right rear, the bodyguards have already started clearing the area, you should go over there."
Her smile was elegant and dignified, not sarcastic, but rather like a kind-hearted rich girl guiding a lost newcomer.
"..." Chestnut felt a tightness in her chest, and she was afraid that if she stayed any longer she would lose control of herself, so she turned around to leave.
One hand pressed down on her shoulder, pinning her firmly to the seat.
Xia Mian turned to Yu Xingtong, speaking fluent French: "Madame, you don't look like you're attending Fashion Week for the first time. You should know that I can't get in without an invitation."
Xia Mian paused, her tone, gestures, and gaze all exuding gentlemanly grace: "Oh, and one more thing, my assistant is allowed to sit with me."
As she spoke, Xia Mian called over her bodyguard, showed him the invitation, and said a few words. The bodyguard nodded, and shortly after, a man approached, warmly opening his arms to Xia Mian: "N'importe qui a le droit de sentir la beauté, demandez à Miss assistant d'entrer. (Everyone has the right to appreciate beauty, please welcome Miss assistant to be seated.)"
The man chatted with him for a few moments before returning backstage. Xia Mian spoke in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for Yu Xingtong to hear: "Alright, I've already spoken to the brands. Li Zi, stay and watch the show with me, and help me decide which items to order later. Miss Yu—"
He then looked at Yu Xingtong: "You don't mind, do you? If you do, you can talk to the brand again."
Yu Xingtong's team did their homework for this fashion week trip, borrowing three haute couture outfits in advance. Especially for today's outfit, in order to "outshine" the supermodel and highlight her beautiful figure, the team not only carefully matched the outfit, but also sewed up all the loose parts of the dress, securing the garment firmly—even to the point of being tight—on Yu Xingtong's body.
Her base makeup was perfect tonight, and there was no trace of emotion on her face; she remained stunning. However, the violent heaving of her chest due to her rapid breathing, and the stitches on her chest that looked like they were about to burst open, all indicated her shame, anger, and resentment at that moment.
To her embarrassment, she thought Xia Mian couldn't understand French, but Xia Mian answered her in fluent French!
What's infuriating is that Xia Mian actually told her to communicate with the brand! The white guy who just came over is the head of the brand's customer service department, and also the second-in-command of the group, someone with more power than the eldest and second sons of Wertheimer, who haven't fully taken over the company yet!
She might not even be able to exchange a few words with anyone, let alone kick Xia Mian out. Xia Mian was blatantly insulting her!
Thinking of this, Yu Xingtong became even angrier. Then, with a "snap," the stitches on her chest actually ripped open!
This is a low-cut dress. Because the waist and back are sewn tightly, the chest area is opened, and the soft fabric can't help but pop out.
With so many media outlets at the fashion show, a wardrobe malfunction would be disastrous. Xia Mian couldn't care less about personal grudges and quickly took off her coat and handed it to Yu Xingtong.
Yu Xingtong panicked for a moment, then quickly opened her scarf to cover her chest. She abruptly stood up, threw her coat back at Xia Mian, and said in a trembling voice, "I don't need your fake kindness!"
After speaking, she glared at Xia Mian, then bent down and ran towards the rest area, probably to find a stylist to reinforce her clothes.
Looking at her retreating figure, Xia Mian knew that the two of them had now formed a grudge.
Xia Mian is fearless; he's probably made more enemies than you can count on one hand. However... becoming an enemy requires a trigger, and Yu Xingtong's malice towards him was utterly inexplicable.
"Chestnut, have I ever had a grudge against her?" Xia Mian couldn't understand.
Chestnut: "I don't think so. You two have different roles, so there's no question of you competing for gigs or anything like that."
Fine, her already waning interest was further dampened by Yu Xingtong's antics, making her even more bored. Xia Mian leaned back, no longer even wanting to look at the beautiful jewelry on the runway.
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