Top Chinese celebrity: Debuted from Running Man

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The following day, in the evening.

The sky over Paris was dyed a gentle orange-red by the sunset, and the surface of the Seine reflected the sky like a flowing brocade.

The air in this fashion capital is filled with the aroma of coffee, bread, and high-end perfumes, mixed with the pungent smell of urine in a few corners.

Outside the VIP arrivals area at Charles de Gaulle Airport, media reporters who had been waiting for a long time had already gathered.

Long guns and short lenses were set up in a row, and the beams of flashes from the cameras were constantly flashing.

The reporters huddled together in twos and threes, talking in hushed tones, their voices tinged with obvious fatigue and impatience.

"Isn't he just an artist from China? Why do we have to make this whole trip?"

"Does he think he's Bruce Lee? Or Jackie Chen?"

A white male reporter wearing black-rimmed glasses yawned, glanced at his watch, and said, "Aren't there plenty of Asian faces these days? Wearing suits and tuxedos, they can't pull off any sense of style."

The blonde female reporter standing nearby, holding a camera, scoffed: "I heard she's just a baby in her early twenties. Is she even fully developed yet?"

"Can you open your eyes a little wider?"

She mimicked a stereotypical expression, raising her chin and pulling at the corners of her eyes, which amused the people around her.

"I really don't understand how he got the Bulgari endorsement. Did he sell his body?"

"Asian boys are really nice, with smooth, shiny skin and no body odor. I like them."

A white man with a thick beard smiled lewdly.

"how do you know?"

"Hahaha--"

The group laughed loudly, their words filled with superiority and contempt.

at this time,

The private elevator deep inside the VIP passage emitted a soft "ding".

Everyone's eyes instinctively turned in that direction.

The elevator doors slowly opened.

The impatient reporters were about to raise their cameras and casually press a few shutter buttons, but after seeing the tall, slender figure walking out, the shutter clicks paused for half a second.

The person who came out was wearing clothes that were completely different from what they had imagined.

Even... a sense of novelty never seen before.

The shirt, with its moon-white background and ink-wash landscape pattern, features gathered sleeves and a clean cut reminiscent of nomadic horsemanship, exuding both heroic spirit and highlighting the slender and upright figure of a young man.

The hem of the shirt was tucked into the blue-green brocade skirt, which swayed gently with each step, its flowing luster like wearing a lake.

"Is this Eastern clothing?"

"How come I've never seen him on TV before?"

"Is this Qing's clothing?"

It was a beauty that belonged entirely to the East, yet it was a kind of Eastern clothing that Westerners had never seen on screen before.

They had only ever seen cheongsams, mandarin jackets, long braids, and plain white robes with wide sleeves; they had never seen such splendor and novelty.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the glass curtain wall at the end of the passage, casting a soft golden hue on Gu Qing.

His features were handsome and refined, and when his gentle eyes looked at the flashing camera, he remained calm and composed, without the slightest stage fright, and politely smiled and nodded.

The shutter sound suddenly erupted.

"Who is he?!"

"Oh my god, look at that outfit!"

"Is he wearing a skirt? But it looks amazing!"

"The Englishman's skirt is really ugly, but his looks completely different."

As Gu Qing walked, the hem of her skirt swayed like flowing light.

The reporters, who were just complaining, disdainful, and yawning, suddenly seemed to have been switched on, frantically pressing the shutter and exchanging exclamations of amazement in various languages.

Some people stood on tiptoe trying to squeeze to the front, while others carried cameras and crouched down to shoot from a low angle, trying to capture the silhouette of the boy in the sunset.

He's like a painting come to life…

The blonde female reporter's hand, which had been pulling at the corner of her eye, involuntarily fell to her side as she stared blankly at Gu Qing's figure.

The bearded male reporter next to her swallowed hard and whispered something.

But this time, no one gave him the cold shoulder.

Because everyone is doing the same thing, and we can't use the most inadequate words to describe it, we can only try to record this indescribable beauty with our cameras.

That kind of beauty was unlike any they were familiar with.

It's not the flamboyant, aggressive handsomeness of Hollywood stars.

He wasn't the aloof, sculpted handsome type like European male models.

It's not the kind of refined, industrially polished beauty that Japanese and Korean idols possess.

This was a kind of beauty they had never seen before.

It is magnificent and luxurious, yet it carries an indescribable air of heroism and elegance.

He looked like a prince who had stepped out of an old painting in Versailles, but he was dressed in clothes that were completely out of Europe.

"He looks like a prince who stepped out of Versailles!"

"Are these people from the East? Is this what Eastern nobles are like?"

"I've never seen this kind of temperament before..."

"What are these foreigners whispering about? Are they talking badly about my boss?"

Zhao Ya followed a meter behind Gu Qing, covering her mouth with worry, and asked the translator she had found next to her.

"They were praising Teacher Gu, saying he looked like a prince who grew up in Versailles, like the child of a great nobleman, and they were also complimenting how beautiful his clothes were. These were all compliments."

The translator couldn't help but laugh, feeling inexplicably proud at the approval and shock shown by these older white men.

When Gu Qing reached the exit of the passage,
The man leading the way out of the break room was a middle-aged man in a dark gray suit and a tie with the classic LV pattern – the president of DuPont.

He looked Gu Qing up and down, and after a few seconds of amazement, he quickly came forward with an extremely warm smile on his face.

"Beautiful Adonis, welcome to Bari, the Eiffel Tower will shine for you tonight."

He opened his arms, intending to give a standard French cheek kiss.

Because it was spoken in English, Gu Qing was slightly taken aback, but he could still understand a few common phrases.

But she was faced with a strong, pungent perfume scent and a warm French-style cheek kiss from an older white man.

Gu Qing subconsciously raised her face slightly, took a step back, and avoided Du Bang's pale face as he approached.

He extended his hand and shook hands with DuPont.

"Mr. DuPont, hello."

His tone was polite and gentle, without a trace of awkwardness or hesitation as he said, "Thank you for your welcome."

DuPont paused for a moment. In his line of sight, Gu Qing's fair and delicate face looked like that of a young boy who had not yet reached adulthood, and his features were so exquisite and beautiful that they resembled Adonis from Greek mythology.

He wasn't angry; instead, his smile deepened.
“Prettyboy, this is not your country. Tear off your shy mask. Here, you can pursue freedom and indulge in the madness of the night.”

He held Gu Qing's hand tightly, not letting go, but stepping closer to him, putting his arm around his shoulder, whispering a few words in his ear, before turning to face the reporters flashing their cameras, revealing a set of white teeth.
"I've met many Asian students who come to study abroad, boys and girls alike. Their uninhibited side is quite interesting. Want to experience it with me tonight?"

"Is this guy a reincarnated skunk?!"

Gu Qing held her breath and forced a professional smile. She had no time to analyze the English-to-Chinese sentences; she was simply overwhelmed by the stench.

The extremely strong perfume scent, combined with the natural body odor, assaults the nasal cavity.

Gu Qing felt dizzy the moment he approached.

go on like this,
He probably passed out before they even administered any sleeping pills.

Gu Qing couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her nose and mouth.

"Are you tired? The car is ready, let us take you to the hotel to rest first."

Old Bai misunderstood, thinking that Gu Qing was tired from the long journey, and had just let go of the car parked outside the airport.

Gu Qing lowered her head and took the opportunity to break away, quickening her pace.

Stepping outside the airport,
The air was neither fresh nor sweet.

Leading the way was an extended Maybach with dark anti-mold film on the windows.

Two identical sedans followed behind, clearly belonging to security personnel and their entourage.

The sound of reporters' camera shutters followed the car until the doors closed.

The Maybach slowly drove away and disappeared into the sunset over Bally.

The old white man naturally wanted to get on the same car as Gu Qing.

However,

Gu Qing was completely unmoved by reason, showing no regard for the so-called CEO. As soon as he got in the car, he put on a mask and goggles, tilted his head, and fell asleep immediately.

Don't suffer the old man!

From the moment he landed in Balti, he felt uneasy all over, as if he had jumped from a peaceful and orderly city-state into a wild and unruly jungle.

Whether it's black, white, or yellow,
Looking at him was like looking at a piece of flesh; the physical discomfort was particularly pronounced.

Damn it, aren't the people here even acting?!

DuPont looked at Gu Qing, who was wrapped in a blanket and sleeping by the car window, and instead of being angry, he found it very interesting.

Small animals that bare their teeth, are alert, and have a wild streak are much more interesting than those docile and cheap things.

To succeed in the Western fashion world,
Male models who make it big often pay a much higher price than female models.

The future is real; some media outlets have reported on the Western fashion industry, highlighting numerous cutting-edge technologies and innovative innovations.

The white-haired man maintained his gentlemanly demeanor, not disturbing Gu Qing who had closed his five senses, but patiently enjoying the hunting game.

The convoy arrived at the hotel in about an hour.
A century-old building located on the banks of the Seine, with a classic Haussmann exterior but a modern and luxurious interior.

As Gu Qing quickly got out of the car, the setting sun was just casting its last rays, and she patiently dealt with the old white man's invitation to the party that evening.

Do you think I'd dare go to your party?
Gu Qing refused to budge.

The older white man, having been rejected several times, looked rather displeased and raised his voice, "Gu, you are our Bulgari spokesperson. How can you not attend our banquet?"

"Why is it unreasonable? I don't drink alcohol, and not attending banquets doesn't affect Bulgari's sales."

"Furthermore, I hate talking to strangers."

Gu Qing plays an unconventional artist whose main selling point is his low emotional intelligence.

Anyway, isn't your fashion industry all about individuality?

The contract was signed, and the goods sold well; the profit-driven nature of capital really couldn't do anything to him.

The old white man was also extremely frustrated.

When the group arrived at the elevator,
“Mr. DuPont, I also need to rest and don’t have time for social engagements.”

Gu Qing stood in front of the door, watching the elevator descend to the first floor, and had just finished speaking.

Before DuPont could speak, the elevator doors opened and a group of people walked out.

"Sister Xun, when is your little brother Gu Qing coming out..." Tang Wei turned her head to the side in response, smiling as she turned her delicate neck back to face forward, preparing to step out of the elevator—

Her gaze met a face.

A face so close to mine.

In her phoenix eyes, a face of refined elegance and beauty, seemingly otherworldly, was reflected in her eyes.

The moon-white, gathered-sleeve shirt, with its ink-wash landscape subtly visible, and the azure horse-face skirt shimmering under the elevator lights.

At first glance, Tang Wei thought she had traveled through time.

It's not an exaggeration.

There really was a moment when her mind went completely blank, with only one thought echoing in her mind:

Is this... a person?

The elevator fell silent instantly.

Zhou Xun, petite and standing at the back, was looking down at her phone when she noticed something amiss in front of her. She looked up and saw who was outside the door.

"I rely on?!"

The dignified Mr. Zhou uttered a curse word in front of so many people.

But she completely disregarded her image, strode past the stunned Tang Wei, rushed forward, circled Gu Qing once, her eyes filled with amazement:

"Little brother! Didn't you say you'd be here a while? How come you're here so soon?!"

As she spoke, she looked the outfit up and down, marveling at it. "And where did you get this outfit?! It's so beautiful! Is this... a horse-face skirt?"

I think I wore something similar when I was filming before, but I've never seen anyone wear it with this kind of effect!

She stared at the gathered-sleeve shirt again: "Is that some kind of Hu clothing on the upper body? What were you thinking? Combining these two completely unrelated elements? And yet, you manage to make it look so good?!"

Gu Qing was amused by her exaggerated reaction; her smile was gentle and warm.
"Sister Xun, please don't do this..."

"What do you mean? I'm just telling the truth!"

Zhou Xun grabbed his arm, so affectionately that anyone who didn't know better would think he was her younger brother.

Liu Jialing also stepped forward, her eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

She's a notorious sucker for good looks, well-known in the industry. She liked handsome men when she was younger, and she still does now, except she can express it openly without having to hide it.

"You must be Gu Qing?"

She said with a smile, "Sister Qingxia talked to me about you and said she really likes you. I was wondering at the time, what kind of young man would Sister Qingxia like?"

She looked him up and down, her smile widening.
"Now that I see you, I like you too."

These words were spoken frankly and openly, carrying the boldness and straightforwardness characteristic of Liu Jialing, a true "big sister."

"I've seen so many artists travel abroad wearing traditional clothing,"

She continued, "No one else can pull off your style. This outfit isn't 'worn,' it's 'grown' on you."

Gu Qing bowed slightly, maintaining respect for her senior, and politely extended her hand.

"Sister Jialing, I especially love the movie 'Forbidden City Cop' that you starred in with Stephen Chow."

He continued, speaking sincerely, "I watched it so many times when I was a kid, and I laughed until my stomach hurt every time I watched it."

Liu Jialing couldn't stop smiling: "It's not that I acted well, it's that Stephen Chow acted well. I didn't let go when I was acting back then."

Just then—

"Cough cough!"

A cough shattered the harmonious atmosphere.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a subtle, suggestive quality.

Only then did everyone notice that there was another person standing behind Gu Qing.

A middle-aged man wearing a dark gray suit and a tie with the classic LV pattern was none other than the old white man.

Zhang Ziyi's eyes lit up instantly.

That brightness wasn't just ordinary surprise; it was the keenness and excitement of a hunter discovering his prey.

"Mr. DuPont?!"

She blurted it out almost subconsciously, then rushed over in three steps, her face instantly switching to the most appropriate social smile, charming yet with just the right amount of respect.

"What are you doing here? It's been so long! I've been wondering when I'd see you again since we parted ways in Cannes!"

She spoke a few seconds faster than usual, and her voice was sweeter than usual. The enthusiasm she exuded was as fiery as that of a young girl.

Liu Jialing was slightly taken aback, then smiled and stepped forward.

"Mr. DuPont, you've come to pick us up in person? This is truly a rare guest."

Her smile remained impeccable, and her tone remained composed, but her pace was noticeably half a beat faster than usual.

Even Zhou Xun,

Young Master Zhou, who had been holding Gu Qing's arm and affectionately calling him "little brother," let go of his arm at this moment, a warm smile appearing on his face, and moved closer.

"Mr. DuPont, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Her voice was still that husky, unique tone, but the warmth in her voice was more deliberate and affectionate than when she spoke to Gu Qing earlier.

For an instant.

The three people who were just surrounding Gu Qing suddenly turned to DuPont.

The scene resembled a sunflower that was originally facing the sun, but suddenly the wind changed direction and they all turned to the other side.

Gu Qing stood at the elevator entrance, watching this scene. Her face was expressionless, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, carrying a faint smile.

He naturally wouldn't despise or ridicule, but rather felt a slight sense of helplessness.

In this industry, capital is the weathervane, and brand is the guiding force.

The position of President of LV Asia Pacific is a high branch that many people would rather climb than reach.

To meet in such a setting is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Let alone Zhang Ziyi, even Liu Jialing and Zhou Xun couldn't possibly turn a blind eye.

This is the law of survival.

There's nothing to criticize.

If it weren't for his cheat-like abilities, Gu Qing might have had to go up and fawn over him.

Surrounded by a group of people, DuPont's smile regained its confidence and composure.

He greeted everyone in English with a British accent, but his gaze kept drifting toward the quiet figure standing by the elevator.

The handsome little boy didn't come closer.

He didn't even glance at me, a faint smile on his lips. Was he watching a show?
This feeling caused a subtle displeasure to rise in DuPont's heart, and his original smugness dissipated considerably.

Gu Qing didn't care about those gazes.

He walked into the elevator on his own.

As he passed Tang Wei, he stepped aside to let him pass, offering an apologetic and polite smile.

"Hello, Sister Tang Wei."

That smile was exactly the same as the one he had given Zhou Xun and Liu Jialing earlier. Warm, sincere, and without a trace of perfunctoriness.

Tang Wei was stunned.

She didn't rush forward like Zhang Jiayi did—not because she didn't want to, but because there wasn't enough time, and there were no more empty seats.

Going to join in the fun would seem deliberate.

So she stood there, watching the crowd surround her, watching Gu Qing walk into the elevator alone, and then—

He took the initiative to greet me.

"Hello...

Tang Wei was unusually a little uncomfortable. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and asked in surprise, "You know me?"

Gu Qing nodded, "Sister Tang Wei... is very beautiful, of course I know."

When he said "very beautiful," he paused, as if he was carefully choosing his words.

Tang Weiwei was slightly taken aback.

Of course she knows what movies she has made, and she also knows how those movies are received in the country.

After "Lust, Caution," she has always lived cautiously in this industry.

Being stared at with strange looks is commonplace. Being talked about in ambiguous tones is also normal.

But when Gu Qing greeted him, she deliberately avoided the topic, clearly afraid that he would overthink it.

"real or fake?"

Following his words, Tang Wei happily asked, "Is my sister really that pretty?"

No woman would be unhappy if a handsome young man complimented her on her looks.

What's more, this young man is currently the most popular celebrity in China and the dream lover of countless girls.

Tang smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly. The smile had a touch of cat-like laziness and cunning, making it exceptionally vivid.

Standing next to Gu Qing, Tang Wei finally had the opportunity to observe him closely.

Her gaze traveled from his handsome features to his straight nose, then to the corners of his slightly upturned lips. Finally, it followed the line of his pale white, fitted shirt to the hem of his dark blue skirt.

The more I looked, the stronger the shock became.

His features truly resemble a figure straight out of a traditional Chinese ink painting. Not the kind of meticulous brushwork with heavy ink and color, but rather the freehand style, the use of blank space, and the profound artistic conception of a traditional Chinese ink painting.

It is clear and gentle, yet not weak; profound, yet not harsh.

Tang Wei suddenly recalled the years she spent working hard in South Korea.

South Korean audiences are extremely demanding when it comes to beauty.

Whether a face can become famous can be determined at a glance. Those idols who are elevated to god-like status have all undergone the most stringent aesthetic screening. Facial features, proportions, temperament, atmosphere—every detail must be flawless.

South Korean audiences, once they've decided on a particular face, will unconditionally like it, unconditionally idolize it, and unconditionally defend it.

That kind of liking is irrational.

She didn't quite understand it before.

Now she understands.

Because this face is right up everyone's alley. It's not the kind of beauty that needs explanation, nor the kind that requires adaptation to appreciate; it's the most direct, instinctive beauty that captivates at first glance.

No reason is needed.

"younger brother."

Tang Wei heard herself speak softly, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Gu Qing turned her head and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Tang Wei met those warm eyes and suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

She wanted to say something, to praise him, to express her amazement. But what came out of her mouth was the simplest, most straightforward expression of emotion:
You look so beautiful.

She was stunned for a moment when she said those words.

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...(End of this chapter)