Top Chinese celebrity: Debuted from Running Man

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The words had barely left her mouth when Tang Wei realized her tone had been somewhat suggestive.

That "You're so pretty" comment, combined with her gaze at that moment, looked more like she was flirting with a young boy.

She felt slightly uncomfortable, but before she could make amends—

Fortunately,

Gu Qing was completely immune to these polite words and didn't think much of it. When faced with praise and compliments, she subconsciously activated the polite expression she had cultivated over many years.

She pursed her lips, arched her eyebrows, looked shy, and smiled.

Clean-cut, handsome, and full of youthful charm.

Like the spring sunshine, like the morning dew, like all the beautiful things gathered together, smiling gently at you.

Tang Wei's heart skipped a beat.

Not the kind of heart-fluttering skipped beat, but rather—

What a well-behaved child...

She suddenly understood the feelings of those girls who were fans of celebrities.

Who could resist that smile?
Every movement, every expression, precisely hits the nail on the head when it comes to female aesthetics.

It's not the kind of deliberate, greasy, or uncomfortable flirting, but a natural, clean, and well-behaved charm.

Having been in the industry for so many years, Tang Wei naturally knows what's going on.

Every popular idol is a master of the essential art of tea ceremony.

Knowing which angles look good, which expressions are alluring, and which moves will make fans scream—these are all ingrained in their muscle memory.

They themselves probably don't even realize they're talking about "tea," because it's become an instinct.

Gu Qing's smile at this moment was just like that.

It wasn't intentional; it was bodily memory.

But knowing is one thing, being unable to bear it is another.

Tang Wei looked at that face, a gentle light shining in her phoenix eyes, and her smile grew even brighter.

"What a good child..." she couldn't help but sigh softly.

If she weren't afraid of being too rash, she really wanted to reach out and touch his head.

……

Meanwhile, the atmosphere outside the elevator was not so pleasant.

DuPont was surrounded by a group of female entertainers, and the smile on his face grew increasingly stiff.

Zhang Ziyi was still talking enthusiastically, her voice sweet and her eyes eager, as if she wanted to write "I want to work with you" on her face.

Liu Jialing maintained a polite smile, occasionally offering a few well-timed compliments.

Zhou Xun also went over there. Although she didn't say much, her attitude was noticeably warmer than usual.

DuPont felt like a piece of meat being targeted by flies.

He suddenly understood how Gu Qing had felt when she was facing him earlier.

He forced a smile, nodded briefly to Huang Xuan and Brother Hu standing outside, exchanged a few simple words, and then hurriedly made an excuse to turn and leave.

I don't want to stay a moment longer.

Watching DuPont's hurried departure,
Zhang Zizi's smile froze for a moment before returning to normal.

Liu Jialing and Zhou Xun exchanged a glance, said nothing, and simply turned and walked back to the elevator.

As soon as you enter the elevator,
Then you see Gu Qing and Tang Wei standing there, one with a bright smile and the other with a shy and obedient expression.

Zhou Xun raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and simply walked over and stood next to Gu Qing.

Gwei Lun-mei also stepped forward to greet them, her attitude polite and friendly, her voice carrying the gentle tone typical of Taiwanese girls:
"Hello, handsome Gu~"

She drew out her words and asked with a smile, "You and Jay Chou are friends, right? I saw he posted pictures of you two playing games on Instagram."

Gu Qing nodded: "Hello, Sister Lunmei. We do play games together quite often, Brother Jay."

"Just how strong is he? Is he powerful?"

Gwei Lun-mei blinked, her tone slightly teasing, "He always likes to brag about how amazing he is, is it true?"

As the female lead in the film "Secret" that co-starred with Jay Chou, the two were often rumored to be dating when they were young, but they are still friends to this day.

The question was asked with a natural air of familiarity.

Gu Qing thought for a moment, trying her best to maintain Jay Chou's image in front of girls: "Jay Chou's talent... is definitely still pretty good among artists."

"How does it compare to you?" Gwei Lun-mei pressed.

"They're definitely not as good as me."

Gu Qing answered crisply, without a trace of modesty.

Gwei Lun-mei paused for a second, then burst into laughter. Her clear and cheerful laughter made the others in the elevator laugh as well.

at this time,

Liu Jialing's gaze fell on the two men outside the elevator.

"Hey, Brother Hu, Huang Xuan, aren't you coming in yet? What are you doing?"

Old Hu stood there, his expression as complex as a palette of colors. He tried to force a smile, but it looked awkward no matter how you looked at it.

"Sister Jialing, why don't you go up first?"

He said, "Xuan and I sat in the next class, but it was too crowded."

"Yeah yeah."

Huang Xuan quickly echoed, lowering his head and staring at the ground as if trying to hide his face.

The two grown men were in a very complicated state of mind at that moment.

They all saw what just happened.

As soon as Gu Qing appeared,

From Liu Jialing to Zhou Xun to Tang Wei to Gui Lunmei, from top to bottom, from old to young, they all seemed to be under a spell, their attitudes as amiable as could be, their smiles as gentle as could be.

Men can be jealous too.

Moreover, the two of them also had their own "personal grudges".

Hu Ge felt a pang of sadness whenever he thought of Liu Shishi.

Huang Xuan felt bitter when he thought of Bai Juyi.

To make them share a room with Gu Qing right now—no, share an elevator with him—isn't that just asking for trouble?

"The elevator has a maximum capacity of twelve people, where is it crowded?"

Liu Jialing stood with one hand on her hip and the other hand waving impatiently, her temper flailing. "Come in quickly, you two grown men, what are you dawdling for? Are you afraid I'll take advantage of you?"

Hu Ge and Huang Xuan exchanged a glance, both seeing resignation in each other's eyes.

Well, there's no escaping it now.

The two men steeled themselves and stepped into the elevator, heads down, wishing they could shrink into tiny balls, hoping to avoid any eye contact with Gu Qing and remain silent until they reached their floor.

but,

"Teacher Hu, Brother Xuan."

A gentle voice rang out, carrying just the right amount of politeness and respect.

Gu Qing extended his hand, his attitude towards his seniors remaining as natural and sincere as ever: "Nice to meet you. I am Gu Qing. You can call me Xiao Gu or my younger brother, it's up to you."

Brother Hu was stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect Gu Qing to take the initiative to greet him.

Logically speaking, given Gu Qing's current status, he is at least as high as him.

Even if you ignore them, no one can say anything.

But he took the initiative to reach out, and his attitude was so humble.

The bitterness in Brother Hu's heart suddenly dissipated by more than half.

He raised his head, looked at the refined and handsome face in front of him, and finally revealed a sincere smile.

"Hello, Xiao Gu."

He grasped Gu Qing's hand. "I've heard about you before. It's great to finally meet you today."

He added, "I really like your 'Nirvana in Fire,' Mei Changsu was portrayed exceptionally well."

This wasn't just polite talk; it came from the heart.

Gu Qing's portrayal of Mei Changsu is indeed one of Hu Ge's most admired period drama characters in recent years.

That frail yet resilient, cool yet deeply affectionate quality is completely different from the Li Xiaoyao he played back then, yet it is equally unforgettable.

He even had a feeling that the role was tailor-made for him.

It's a pity that Gu Qing acted it out.

Gu Qing smiled somewhat shyly: "Thank you, brother. Your Legend of Sword and Fairy series is also a timeless classic in my heart. Li Xiaoyao is a memory of youth for our generation."

With a few words of praise and encouragement, Brother Hu's smile became more genuine, and his depressed mood subsided considerably.

He carefully examined the young man in front of him.

His face was like a painting, handsome and elegant. He stood there dressed in Hanfu, blending in with the world, like a person from an ancient painting.

Compared to everyone else in the elevator, she seemed to have a built-in soft-focus filter.

Hu Ge suddenly became convinced.

When something is so beautiful that it becomes irrelevant to any specific aesthetic requirements.

One face is all it takes to win over anyone!

He finally understood why his dear sister had surrendered.

First, win over the handsome young man, and when he gets old, he'll naturally become a charming older man, right?

This is quite a scheme...

"Hello."

A muffled sound interrupted his thoughts.

Huang Xuan lowered his head, having missed the direct seductive attack, and responded in a muffled voice.

He still didn't look up, standing alone facing the closed elevator door, looking rather introverted and shy.

Gu Qing didn't mind, he just nodded politely and withdrew his hand.

The elevator is going up.

Liu Jialing looked at Gu Qing and liked him more and more.

This child is not only good-looking, but also so polite. He is respectful to his elders and humble to his peers. He is neither arrogant nor humble, and he is poised and generous.

The key is that she has a clean and pure aura, which is very rare in the entertainment industry.

"Xiao Gu," she said, "would you like to go back to your room to rest first, or have dinner with us?"

Gu Qing glanced at Liu Jialing and the others; they were all dressed casually, clearly preparing to go out for dinner.

He certainly wouldn't be so tactless.

"Sister Jialing, I'm going back to put down my luggage and change my clothes, then let's go out for dinner together."

He said, "I was also hungry."

"What clothes should I change into?"

Liu Jialing immediately waved her hand, "No need to change, just wear it like this, it looks great!"

"Yeah yeah!"

Gwei Lun-mei joined in the fun, saying, "Gu Qing, you look so cool in this outfit! People might even ask us for autographs!"

Tang Wei nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling: "I also think you don't need to change. This outfit suits you perfectly."

Gu Qing thought about it and also felt that changing clothes was troublesome.

and……

His choice to wear a horse-face skirt to attend the Baling Fashion Week was not random.

In his past life,

There was a designer from an international fashion brand who openly plagiarized the design of the Mamian skirt and claimed it as his own original work.

The incident caused a huge uproar and even made it onto the national news.

Many netizens were outraged and dug up numerous foreign luxury brands that had been secretly appropriating and plagiarizing designs from traditional Chinese culture.

Not to mention the two notorious plagiarists next door, who steal from beginning to end.

What Gu Qing needs to do is fire the first shot.

No one is more suitable than him.

It is popular and has a wide reach.

In China, among the younger generation, those aged teens to thirties, there is no one who doesn't know him.

His clips and posts are everywhere.

Once photos and videos of him walking the red carpet in a horse-face skirt are sent back to China, Gu Qing will see who dares to steal openly.

Gu Qing nodded, "I'll go back and drop off my luggage, I'll be right there."

……

After quickly tidying up, the group left the hotel.

Several black cars were already waiting at the door.

Zhou Xun linked arms with Gu Qing; among all the people, the two of them were the closest.

But as soon as Gu Qing got in the car, she regretted it.

Zhou Xun was standing next to him, very close.

Gu Qing moved a little to the left so that she could be closer.

Move closer, even closer.

After several attempts, Gu Qing was pressed against the car window, squeezed tightly against it.

He turned his head helplessly, looking at the tiny face beside him.

Zhou Xun was tilting her head and looking at him, her eyes full of smiles.

Gu Qing: "..."

He doesn't eat everything!
Perhaps the impression that "The Legend of Da Ru" left on Gu Qing was too deep, because he really didn't have any special filter for Zhou Xun.

She had a petite and thin figure, light eyebrows, loose skin, and a tan complexion.

His voice was tinged with the effects of smoking and drinking, and his body was permeated with a faint smell of tobacco.

The double eyelids I had corrected when I was young have gradually become noticeable side effects. The skin and flesh at the corners of my eyes always look tired, lacking the liveliness and clarity I had when I was young.

The youthful face, looking both old and young, is strangely unsettling.

This enthusiasm, comparable to that of a wealthy woman at a banquet, reminded Gu Qing of Li Binbin.

He didn't like either of them, even though they were all flirting.

If I had to choose between Zhou Xun and Li Binbin—

Gu Qing would rather let Li Binbin take advantage of her.

At least... I'm not afraid.

"By the way, Sister Xun,"

Unable to bear Zhou Xun's intense gaze any longer, he immediately changed the subject, "How has Jingyi been lately?"

He took out his phone: "How about I give her a video call? I miss her a lot."

I'm sorry, Jingyi, I can only rely on you to save me.

Gu Qing prayed silently in her heart.

Zhou Xun pressed his hand down, gently stroking the back of his hand with her palm, feeling the smoothness and elasticity of the young man's skin, her expression one of nostalgia and enjoyment.

"Little brother, it's four or five in the morning back home,"

She said, "Who calls a girl this late at night?"

"Uh...it seems that's true."

Gu Qing felt the warmth of the skin pressed against the back of his hand, and a chill ran down his spine.

Unfortunately, the two of them have a pretty good relationship, so even if he wanted to be rude, he couldn't.

He suddenly understood the pain of those model men surrounded by rich women.

The online world and reality are completely different.

Send a comment or leave a message, shouting "Sister, take care of me!" or "Sister, step on me!"—there are repressed guys everywhere.

But if we really put it in reality,

When someone you dislike stares at you with an almost greedy gaze, even if that person is a woman, you won't feel the slightest bit of enjoyment.

Just as Gu Qing was considering,

If Young Master Zhou were to take another step forward, he would have to firmly refuse—

Zhou Xun suddenly let go of her hand.

The intimacy Gu Qing showed towards Zhang Jingyi just now suddenly made Zhou Gongzi lose all worldly desires.

She quite liked her own little girl.

If you are young,
Young Master Zhou, of course, was determined to pursue excitement to the very end.

But as she got older, she couldn't do such a thing anymore.

"younger brother,"

She shifted her position, no longer pressed against Gu Qing, but instead linked her arm with his. "Do you know we were talking about you at the dinner party last night?"

Gu Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Talking about me?" "Yes."

Zhou Xun laughed and said, "I told them that if you arrived tomorrow, the organizers would send a private jet to pick you up, and the CEO would personally accompany you. But they didn't believe me and said I was bragging."

Gu Qing shook her head: "Sister Xun, it's not really a private jet, it's just a trip arranged by the brand."

"Oh, don't be so modest."

Zhou Xun waved her hand, "How many celebrities in all of Asia can afford to ride in a private jet? GD is one, and you're one. Isn't that a skill?"

She paused, then chuckled and said, "You have no idea what Zhang Ziyi's expression was like back then, tsk tsk..."

"What's wrong with Sister Ziyi?" Gu Qing asked curiously.

What else can be done?

Zhou Xun said with a smile, "Isn't her husband always getting overshadowed by you on the trending topics? She's probably feeling a bit unhappy about it."

Last night at dinner, she deliberately asked me, "Why are you being so affectionate with me? Did I sleep with you?"

Gu Qing: "..."

"I think it's more like she wants to sleep with you,"

Zhou Xun lowered her voice, "You'd better be careful and stay away from her. This woman is terrifying; she might really stick to you and not let go."

Her sheer madness and tenacity are something we all have to admire.

Gu Qing was somewhat confused.

"Trending on social media, not happy, slept with me"... Are these three things connected?
"But I'm still relieved,"

Zhou Xun patted his hand, "With Jingyi around, you wouldn't even look at that old woman."

The sharpness of his words is astonishing.

"Sister Xun, Jingyi and I are friends," Gu Qing couldn't help but remind her.

"I understand, I understand. Your idols can't have girlfriends. It's fine if they're just friends."

Zhou Xun waved his hand dismissively, "However, that little girl Jingyi is a bit too infatuated with you. You should be careful not to hurt my girl too badly."

Gu Qing: "..."

He couldn't be bothered to explain.

No matter how much you say, Young Master Zhou won't believe you.

Our relationship is a clean and pure friendship between classmates.

Well... at least, that's what Gu Qing thinks.

Whether Zhang Jingyi thinks that way is another matter.

……

The car was parked in front of a French restaurant.

This is the place Liu Jialing booked. It's elegantly decorated, with soft lighting, and the air is filled with the aroma of red wine and spices.

While waiting for their food, everyone kept busy.

Guqing has become a popular spot for taking photos and checking in.

Everyone wanted to take a picture with him.

Liu Jialing linked arms with him and they took a dignified and elegant photo together.

Gwei Lun-mei made a peace sign, stood next to him, and took a playful picture.

Tang Wei stood next to him, making the most demands, showing all sorts of different expressions. She even secretly pressed Gu Qing's head with her hand, just to satisfy her urge to touch him.

"Gu Qing, my younger brother,"

After taking the photos, Tang Wei suddenly remembered something, "You know what? You're super popular in South Korea."

Gu Qing looked puzzled. "Really?"

"real."

Tang Wei nodded and explained her recent experiences, "Even when I'm on TV shows, the hosts have asked me about it several times."

She waved her phone: "If I post this group photo on a Korean website later, I'm sure it will get a ton of likes."

Gu Qing smiled and said, "Thank you, Sister Tang Wei, for helping me promote my work in South Korea."

"So how are you going to thank me?"

Tang blinked slightly.

Gu Qing was taken aback.

"Haha, just kidding, little brother. Come visit South Korea sometime, I'll treat you to a meal."

Tang smiled and gently waved her hand.

The meal was simple.

It's not that the food is bad, but rather that no one dares to eat too much.

After all, they're going to be on the runway tomorrow, and nobody wants to look bulky in front of the camera.

Gu Qing did the same, only eating some salad and steak, just a small taste.

Most of the time, it was just chatting.

They chatted about interesting things in the industry, discussed potential collaborations, and shared their recent situations.

We didn't return to the hotel until we had a great time chatting.

However, as soon as Gu Qing entered the room, she received an invitation to a party.

The invitation was sent by DuPont, with gold lettering and an exquisite envelope.

Gu Qing glanced at it and put it back on the tray.

Don't go.

He asked Zhao Ya to reply: "I'm not used to the new environment, I'm new here, my biological clock hasn't adjusted yet, I'm very sleepy, I've already gone to sleep."

After saying that, he really did fall asleep immediately.

Who cares about parties, social events, or networking?

He just wanted to sleep.

This "arrogant" behavior naturally displeased some of LV's top executives, but they were powerless to do anything about it.

The contract was signed, and the goods sold really well, so they couldn't unilaterally break the contract.

But... it's still possible to trip someone up a bit.

Some of their affiliated media outlets have already started editing press releases, planning to thoroughly "explain" Gu Qing's rudeness and diva-like behavior after tomorrow's show.

Gu Qing was completely unaware of this.

He was sleeping soundly.

……

The following evening.

The Bali Fashion Week show has officially begun.

Outside the enormous venue, media and fans from all over the world had already packed in. Flashes of light and the sound of camera shutters filled the air.

Fashionistas dressed in all sorts of outlandish outfits posed in front of the camera, showcasing their "attitudes."

Gu Qing's car slowly came to a stop at the entrance.

The car door opened.

Today, he is still wearing the same horse-face skirt, but he has changed his upper body into a red and black Hu-style robe.

The crimson fabric was embroidered with subtle patterns, and the black trim outlined sharp lines. The whole person looked like a burning flame, heroic and radiant.

The shutter sound suddenly erupted.

The moment Gu Qing stepped out of the car, his unique cultural aesthetic and unprecedented clothing combination drew all the cameras to him.

Those celebrities who were lingering on the red carpet, trying to get a few more seconds of screen time, were instantly forgotten.

That's the real attraction.

After getting out of the car, Gu Qing smiled, nodded slightly to the camera, and then walked towards the entrance.

Her steps were as if carried by the wind, like a red cloud, without any sense of slowness, and the red carpet beneath her feet seemed to hold no attraction whatsoever.

"Slow down! Slow down!"

A reporter couldn't help but shout out, but it had no effect.

DuPont was already waiting at the entrance.

His eyes lit up with astonishing light when he saw Gu Qing's appearance today.

That crimson color seemed to ignite the bleakness of the entire autumn and winter.

He opened his arms and asked for the French cheek kiss again.

Gu Qing was even worse than yesterday.

He first extended one hand to block the person from getting too close to DuPont, and then gently flicked the hem of the horse-face skirt with his left hand. The skirt fluttered and drew a beautiful arc under the flash of the lights.

then,

He stepped back, smiled, clenched his fists, and made a standard fist-and-palm salute.

That posture exuded a chivalrous and martial arts spirit.

"effort!"

"This is kung fu!"

"Jetli and Jackie Chen both used this gesture in movies!"

The reporters were so excited they almost screamed.

Chinese Kung Fu will always be the thing that fascinates foreigners the most, without exception.

DuPont paused for a moment, then smiled and clasped his hands in a fist salute, making a funny gesture in response.

In front of the media and the public, he could only force a smile.

But only he knows what he's really thinking.

Gu Qing followed DuPont through the crowd and into the show venue.

Inside the venue, the lights had been dimmed, and the runway gleamed with a cold white sheen under the spotlights.

The seats on both sides were filled with fashion figures from all over the world—magazine editors, fashion buyers, wealthy businessmen, and all sorts of celebrities, both familiar and unfamiliar.

DuPont led Gu Qing to the front row.

There's a spot there, right in the center of the runway, with the best view.

Sitting next to her were several top European and American stars—Gu Qing recognized one of them as "Hermione" Emma Watson, and several others who looked like A-list Hollywood actors.

DuPont first took his seat in the center, then reached out and gently patted the empty seat next to him, smiling broadly.

“My Adonis, this is the seat I reserved for you.”

Gu Qing walked over and sat down.

In that instant, all eyes around him turned to him.

Those gazes held curiosity, shock, scrutiny, dissatisfaction, and anger.

Why is an Asian face sitting in the center position in the front row?
Gu Qing has been in the center position since her debut, and she has long been resistant to these kinds of gazes.

He sat there quietly, a faint smile on his lips, his gaze fixed on the catwalk, as if waiting for a grand feast to begin.

But DuPont clearly didn't want him to be quiet.

The white man kept glancing sideways and bringing his face close to his as he spoke.

Gu Qing slowed her breathing to minimize inhaling the body odor mixed with perfume.

"Gu, do you know what? Your outfit today is more dazzling than any model I've ever seen..."

As DuPont spoke, he placed a hand on Gu Qing's knee.

Gu Qing looked down at the hand.

Then he looked up at DuPont.

He was still smiling, but there was a hint of coldness in that smile.

"Mr. DuPont,"

He said, "I heard you. You don't need to pat my leg."

Then, he reached out and took the hand off his knee, placing it back on DuPont's own lap.

The movements were crisp and clean, without any hesitation or slackness.

"Haha, did I see that right? He took his hand away?"

"Isn't this Chinese kid afraid of offending the president of DuPont?"

"Celebrity harassment! This is definitely celebrity harassment! Big news!"

The reporters opposite them, like sharks smelling blood, had their eyes light up.

The camera flashed wildly, and the shutter clicks were as dense as rain.

DuPont's face stiffened, and his white face turned slightly green.

How could he have imagined that Gu Qing would dare to remove his hand in public?

Looking at the reporters, whose faces were flushed, he fell silent, a rare occurrence for him.

In the rows behind them, Liu Jialing, Zhou Xun, Zhang Ziyi, Tang Wei and others took their seats one after another.

They didn't see what was happening in the front row, but they could sense the camera flashes going off wildly toward Gu Qing.

Looking at Gu Qing's retreating figure, Zhou Xun whispered to Liu Jialing, "Jialing, look, the front row, this is truly the center position, isn't it?"

Liu Jialing couldn't hide her surprise and nodded: "This child is indeed promising."

Zhang Ziyi sat beside him without saying a word, but her gaze also fell on Gu Qing.

Her expression was complex—it contained admiration, resentment, and deep envy and jealousy.

The two sides to the left and right of the president are undoubtedly the most important center positions in the eyes of the artists, and also the most dazzling positions.

If Gu Qingneng were to easily win, and the news were to spread back to China, it would definitely cause a huge uproar.

How much effort and thought did she put in to barely squeeze into this circle when she was trying to make her way in the international arena?

Tang Wei sat further back, her phoenix eyes never leaving Gu Qing.

She suddenly wondered if her visit to Gu Qing generated even more buzz than her attendance at a fashion show.
The show has begun.

As the music began and the lights changed, models walked one by one onto the runway, showcasing LV's latest collection.

The autumn/winter collection features classic beige, gray, and camel tones, exuding gentleness and restraint.

however,
When these colors covered the runway, the crimson flame on Gu Qing, who sat in the center position, stood out brightly.

That kind of red is not a flamboyant, dazzling red, but a warm, restrained red that is impossible to ignore.

It's like the sunset at dusk, like burning charcoal, like maple leaves in late autumn.

All the models, all the clothes, all the colors, were there to accentuate the red on his body.

It wasn't intentional; it was unavoidable.

Because that touch of red is just so unique.

It was so unique that everyone in the entire show couldn't help but glance in that direction.

Emma Watson turned her head and glanced at Gu Qing, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Gu Qing noticed her gaze, turned her head, met her eyes, and nodded slightly as a greeting.

This woman is quite something; she's been repeatedly proven wrong for betraying the author of Harry Potter, and her looks have also deteriorated drastically.

Gu Qing didn't want to have any more communication or contact with her.

Emma paused for a moment, then nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips, and continued to stare at him.

This little interaction was captured by the photographer next to them.

The sound of camera shutters clicked even more frequently.

Finally, the show ended.

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause.

After the show ended, the crowd dispersed.

Gu Qing was about to get up and leave when he was stopped by several people.

The woman at the head of the group was blonde and blue-eyed, and looked to be in her early fifties or sixties. She was wearing a sharply tailored printed dress and exuded a powerful aura, as if she had her own spotlight.

She walked up to Gu Qing and handed him a business card.

"Sweetheart, here you go."

She spoke fluent English, and Gu Qing could understand the gist of it.

Gu Qing was slightly taken aback, not because she was shocked by the other party's "sweetheart".

Instead, this aunt is actually... Anna Wintour, editor-in-chief of American Vogue, the "devil" of the fashion world, and the legendary prototype.

She actually took the initiative to come to me?
Anna looked him over, her gaze filled with professional and precise appreciation, which finally settled on the clothes he was wearing.

“Back in 2015, I organized a 'Mirror Flower Water Moon' fashion show in your country,”

She said, "It's a pity we couldn't invite you back then."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Your outfit is very interesting. It blends traditional Eastern elements with modern Western tailoring very well."

She handed over her business card: "If you have the chance to come to New York, we can talk about collaboration."

Then, she turned and left, her steps as swift as the wind.

Gu Qing looked at the business card in her hand.

The editor-in-chief of American Vogue took the initiative to chat with him.

This is something that many artists dream of.

But he just felt a headache.

Are all the people in the fashion industry crazy?
The more you look down on them, the more they'll come looking for you.
……

...(End of this chapter)