She said.
The models continued practicing their catwalk on stage.
Five minutes on stage requires ten years of practice off stage. If you want to stand out in a fashion show, you have to train hard. Otherwise, you won't become famous and you'll only be eliminated when you get older.
That's how ruthless the modeling industry is.
Charles came in and walked up to Shu Mowan.
"Wanwan, it's all thanks to you that the models can shine on the stage."
He watched the stage for a while and said sincerely.
Shu Mowan turned to look at him and chuckled, "Charles, don't say that. If your flattery makes me lose my bearings, there might not be any geniuses like Wanyu in the future."
Pride breeds arrogance, which can easily lead to the creation of garbage.
Charles laughed along, "Wanwan, come on, in all my life I've never met anyone more composed than you."
Despite being a popular designer, she stubbornly refuses to be exposed to the media. Anyone else would have been trying to become even more famous.
After all, once someone becomes famous, their commercial value increases.
Shu Mowan just smiled.
"This must be Mr. Si."
Charles noticed Si Tingyu standing next to him and asked.
"Um."
Shu Mowan nodded.
"I am Wanwan's fiancé."
Si Tingyu elevated his own status, saying, "Thank you for taking good care of Wanwan in the past."
"We're all on the same side, don't be so polite."
Charles saw that Shu Mowan didn't object to being called her fiancé, so he knew there was something going on between them. Since that was the case, Si Tingyu would be one of his own from now on. "Is it okay for me to call you Tingyu?"
Si Tingyu naturally had no problem.
Charles chatted with him, asked about his general situation, and praised him for being a perfect match with Shu Mowan.
A few days later, it was time for the fashion show.
Shu Mowan, dressed in a white suit with her hair tied up, looked sophisticated and capable, and she and Si Tingyu, dressed in a black suit, looked particularly well-matched.
The two set off for the exhibition venue.
Upon arriving at their destination, Shu Mowan got out of the car and spotted Julia chatting with a handsome Western man.
“John, you’re well-prepared this time, you’ll definitely beat Mousse.”
Julia looked at John with infatuation in her eyes and spoke to him with great care and deference.
John seemed indifferent to her, his tone perfunctory, "Julia, thank you for your kind words. If you have nothing else, I'll go first..."
He was about to say he was leaving, but when his gaze inadvertently swept over Shu Mowan, his eyes widened and his breathing became a little rapid. "Julia, do you know who she is?"
Julia turned her head and saw that it was Shu Mowan. She felt unlucky and noticed the blank look in John Lu's eyes. She felt angry and jealous.
"Her? I saw her last time. I think she's Charles's new mistress."
Julia was unwilling for John to fall for Shu Mowan; her wounds were filled with malicious slander.
"Little lover?"
John frowned. "Are you sure?"
"The last time I saw her, she and Charles looked very close, their eyes were practically drooling. Do you think they weren't a couple?"
Julia countered with a direct question.
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