Chapter 208 Busy
These three days were three days of leaving early and returning late.
Before dawn, Xia Mian had already arrived at the studio. The styling team pressed Xia Mian, who hadn't fully opened her eyes yet, in front of the dressing table to do her makeup and hair, try on clothes, and then take her into the studio for a photoshoot.
The photographer sends the final photos to the brand. If they are satisfied, they can try on the next outfit; if not, they have to start all over again.
Xia Mian received the invitation in his personal capacity. He is the brand's top VIC, but what the brand values most is his status as the "spouse of the chairman of the Kepler Group".
So, logically speaking, he doesn't need to finalize a look with the brand; he can wear whatever he likes. Apart from the latest season's haute couture outfit that the brand gifted him—a one-of-a-kind piece worldwide—he can even wear other brands.
But he still took the initiative to contact the brand.
Because he started late, his fashion resources were practically nonexistent; he had no luxury brand endorsements, not even a brand ambassadorship. He had to cherish every opportunity to make a good impression on brands.
After all, the status of "spouse of the chairman of the Kepler Group" may not last long.
No matter how he tried to stop them, Zhou Pingchuan and Xia Mingzhao's fates eventually intersected.
He must seize every opportunity to save his life and utilize all available resources to take his career to the next level.
After finalizing his look, he went to a dermatologist for treatment and care in order to achieve the best possible on-screen appearance.
After a hectic day and night, before he could even get a proper rest, it was time to depart again. He was using Zhou Pingchuan's private jet once more, taking off in the evening and arriving in Paris in the morning after a ten-hour flight.
It was the weekend, and Zhou Pingchuan was also resting at home. Xia Mian directed the servants to put the six large boxes into the car while secretly glancing upstairs.
"Uncle Li," he asked in a low voice, "has the gentleman been in the study the whole time?"
"Yes. After lunch, I went to the gym to digest and then went upstairs. I haven't come out since."
Xia Mian was busy outside during the day and didn't know Zhou Pingchuan's whereabouts. He thanked Uncle Li, glanced at the second floor, cleared his throat, and deliberately raised his voice: "There's jewelry in this box, be careful!"
There was no movement from the study.
Xia Mian gritted her teeth, and after the boxes were packed, she said loudly, "Uncle Li, I'm leaving now. I'm leaving the house to you!"
The door remained closed, showing no sign of being opened.
The people inside didn't come out, and didn't even bother to say goodbye through the door.
He's going on a business trip, so far away and for so long, almost a week, and Zhou Pingchuan doesn't even bother to see him off.
Xia Mian lowered her eyelashes. "Fine, let's go then."
Upon landing at Charles de Gaulle Airport, under the protection of bodyguards, Xia Mian checked into the hotel booked for him by the brand and began preparations for the opening ceremony.
People were coming and going downstairs at the hotel. Because the dressing table was by the window, Xia Mian saw many familiar faces, including well-known top actors who were famous at home and abroad, popular young actors and actresses in the industry, and wealthy young men and women. Of course, the most eye-catching were the supermodels.
"So beautiful!" Xia Mian was extremely excited when she saw the African-American supermodel she had always admired. "Nuwa must have carefully sculpted her and then flung the excess mud onto the ground, which turned into me."
"If you're a speck of mud, then what are we, tiny bacteria and specks of dust?" Chestnut pulled out the hotel menu. "Stop sighing and think about what to eat. We'll be leaving in an hour and a half."
"I'm not eating. Order whatever you want and put it on my tab."
“No,” Chestnut firmly refused. “I know you’re doing this to look good on camera, but from last night until now, you’ve only eaten a salad and had a cup of coffee. You have to walk the red carpet later, and then watch such a long show. I’m afraid you’ll faint from low blood sugar.”
Actually, he's long been used to summer hibernation. Let alone missing a meal or two, even missing a day or two is nothing to him!
He couldn't bear to refuse Chestnut's kindness, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Then let's have a glass of vegetable juice."
"OK, I'll go order."
The hotel restaurant is on the second floor. Chestnut can call to order it, but Summer is a picky eater and won't eat many vegetables, so she thinks it's better to communicate in person.
Chestnut returned after more than twenty minutes. She looked terrible, and there was only half a glass of vegetable juice left in her hand.
Looking up her arm, I saw that her shirt sleeves were wet down to her forearms, with faint green stains remaining.
Xia Mian frowned: "What's going on?"
"The bodyguards surrounded the restaurant, saying there was a model taking pictures inside and they wouldn't let me in. I argued with them before I finally got some vegetable juice from the waiter, but as I was leaving, they pushed me and I spilled half of it. I'm so sorry, Xia, you only ate so little and I spilled half of it."
Xia Mian didn't even hear the last sentence: "What country is the model from? What's her name?"
"It's someone from around here, what's their name... I don't know them either."
How could I not know her? Those who can walk the Paris Fashion Week runway are all top supermodels, and there are only a handful in China. Li Zi has been in the industry for quite some time, so she must have heard of her.
I didn't tell him because I was afraid he would have a conflict with the other party.
Xia Mian immediately stood up and said, "It's okay, they shouldn't have left yet. I'll go check."
Chestnut quickly stopped him: "Hey, hey, hey... Xia, don't do that! I'm not the kind of person who's easily bullied. I didn't argue with them so I could come back early and make sure you have something to eat before the red carpet event. If you go down now, all the grievances I've suffered will have been for nothing!"
Chestnut was really good at comforting Xia Mian. Xia Mian endured it for a long time, and finally sat back on the sofa as instructed.
After the styling was finished, two sets of departure photos were taken at the hotel before everyone headed to the red carpet waiting area.
Although many male celebrities were invited, the menswear options were limited, making the red carpet ultimately a woman's domain. Xia Mian understood this perfectly, so she stood obediently in a corner, waiting for her turn, and perhaps even finding her favorite African-American supermodel to take a photo with.
Just as I was staring intently, a large group of people suddenly appeared on my right.
He was in a rather secluded corner, so he probably didn't notice, but a girl dressed as a photographer bumped into him.
Chestnut quickly stepped in front of Xia Mian: "There are people here, keep an eye on things!"
The person following the camera wanted to apologize, but before they could even open their mouth, the woman behind them interrupted, saying, "Standing in such a corner, who could see you?"
As she spoke, she glanced at Xia Mian from head to toe: "It's just an unreleased model, it's not like everyone doesn't have one."
Since everyone opposite her was a woman, Xia Mian didn't want to argue in order to maintain her gentlemanly manners. The woman didn't press the matter further and simply left with the photographer.
Watching the woman's retreating figure, Chestnut frowned deeply. Xia Mian suddenly realized and asked Chestnut, "Is she the one taking photos at the restaurant?"
“…Hmm,” Xia was too clever; Chestnut knew she couldn’t hide it from him. “Yes.”
Xia Mian sighed, "Then she should become an actress; being a model is a waste of her talent."
As Xia Mian said, there are only a few domestic models who can walk the runway at fashion week. Today I met this one named Yu Xingtong, who is quite well-known. She has participated in variety shows and her persona is that of a domineering female lead.
Who knew that she wasn't being domineering, but simply throwing her weight around?
"You can't even recognize haute couture, yet you flaunt your superiority without any shame... Xia, don't worry about it. Once you're inside the show, you'll be sitting far apart, so you probably won't cross paths again."
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