A writer has arrived in the Chinese entertainment industry.

"Of course not, Beatrice. However, I have a favor to ask you for."

"No, Sue, I thought you were reminiscing about our romantic night."

Su Liu's lips twitched. These European women were like wolves and tigers; he didn't find them romantic at all.

But now that he needs help, he can only lie and say, "Of course I miss that night; it was the most wonderful night I ever had in Europe."

When Su Liu went to Italy to attend a publisher's event, the person who interviewed him, this "mysterious handsome man from the East," was Beatrice Boromeo, a full-time reporter for the Daily Fact.

At the time, he thought she was just a small-time reporter, and the two chatted happily. It wasn't until she took him back to the Palazzo Borromeo in the center of Milan that evening that he realized this woman was not simple.

Beatrice's Borromeo family is practically the uncrowned kings of Italy. A top-tier clan deeply embedded in the nation's destiny for seven hundred years, they still own most of the islands in Lake Maggiore. The family has even produced a pope, holding a very high position in Catholic territory.

Although Beatrice came from such an aristocratic family, she was extremely rebellious and publicly criticized her own class in an interview.

She's a darling of the fashion world, yet she hates fashion. She's determined to prove herself as a hardcore journalist.

"Beatlece, listen to me..."

Su Liu got straight to the point, slowly explaining his desire to borrow the haute couture dress.

Beatrice's maternal family, the Mazoto family, is an Italian textile tycoon. Her uncle is the former chairman of Valentino, and she herself is a close friend of Karl Lagerfeld and Giorgio Armani, despite their age difference.

In short, she could get these brands to airfreight dresses directly from their European headquarters with just a word.

"Su, you know I'm just a reporter."

Huh? Su Liu was taken aback. Did this woman not want to help? Sure enough, women are heartless and ungrateful.

Just as Su Liu was inwardly grumbling, her voice came through the receiver again, "However, perhaps I've been too tired from work lately, it keeps reminding me of that wonderful night." She paused, her voice rising slightly at the end, "I can help you with that, it's easy for me. However, I really hope to see you again in Milan."

Upon hearing this, Su Liu immediately panicked. "Beatles, I've been so busy lately..."

"It's okay, Milan's too cold right now. How about next spring?"

For Dilraba and Xiaotong! What's wrong with sacrificing a little? A boss must have this kind of awareness.

"Alright then, I'd love to meet you too."

After hanging up the phone, he immediately got up and went out.

Inside the artist director's office, Dilraba was sitting in a leather chair opposite Chen Si, and the two seemed to be discussing business.

Upon seeing Su Liu enter, both pairs of eyes in the room turned to look at him.

"Sister Chen, the haute couture dress issue has been resolved. It will be airlifted from Europe. Please send someone to pick it up."

"Really?" Chen Si asked, her face full of surprise.

Dilraba knew these were clothes she'd borrowed and immediately became interested. "Teacher Su, what brand are they?"

Valentino.

Wow.

Chen Si's initial worries vanished. Although the Valentino dress couldn't compare to top luxury brands like Dior and Elie Saab, it was still quite nice.

"President Su has this skill too," she said jokingly.

These people have no idea what price they paid! Su Liu's muscles were aching all over, and he had suffered such a great injustice. The more he thought about it, the more agitated he became!

"Reba, I'm going for a run!" he said.

"Now?" Dilraba asked blankly, "In the middle of the day?"

"That's right, don't say I don't exercise anymore!" Su Liu said this and ran out.

Reba and Chen Si were stunned for a long time before they came to their senses.

"Sister Sisi, what's wrong with him?"

"I don't know."

......

On December 23rd, Dilraba and Mao Xiaotong stepped out of their van wearing Valentino's new Fall/Winter haute couture gowns.

This is the main entrance plaza of Kerry Centre, No. 1218 Yan'an Middle Road. The Marie Claire China Style Music Festival is being held at the Shangri-La Hotel here.

The plaza was paved with dark granite, and banners for the Marie Claire event stood on both sides. Black metal barriers and a red carpet separated the area, with the media zone on the left and the fan zone on the right.

Guests drove in from a dedicated lane, and their drop-off point was directly opposite the starting point of the red carpet.

Dilraba and Mao Xiaotong, one a newcomer and the other a third-tier artist, could only enter during the pre-red carpet event.

Ahead of them were some fashion bloggers, designers, models, and the like.

"Sister Xiaotong," Reba said, shrinking her neck and gripping Mao Xiaotong's hand tightly, "I'm a little nervous."

Mao Xiaotong gently patted the back of her hand twice. "Don't be nervous, relax."

The two walked side by side down the red carpet. Their high heels clattered heavily on the thick carpet. Upon reaching the media area, they stopped and turned to face the cameras.

"Huh?" Amid the rapid clicking of camera shutters, someone uttered a puzzled sound.

"What's wrong?" someone asked from the side.

"Those clothes worn by these two people are from Valentino's Fall/Winter Haute Couture collection that they just presented at Paris Fashion Week recently. Who are these two people?"

"They're both actors. One's a newcomer, and the other has acted in some TV dramas."

"That's strange, how could they possibly borrow such clothes?"

"Maybe the agency behind it is powerful."

On the other side, after signing their names at the registration desk, Dilraba and Mao Xiaotong went to the hotel lobby entrance to pick up their black and gold-embossed invitations.

The lounge area was outside the banquet hall. After the two of them came up from the hotel’s private elevator, they chose a sofa and sat down.

As time went by, more and more people came in.

"Reba?" A voice suddenly came from the side.

Reba turned her head, and after seeing who it was, she tensed up and immediately stood up.

"Mi... Sister Mi."

The newcomer was Yang Mi, dressed in a black leather sleeveless Loewe dress, accompanied by Tang Yan in a pink and white trailing gown.

"You're here too." Yang Mi responded, glancing at Mao Xiaotong beside her, and turned her head to introduce her, "Tangtang, this is Dilraba, whom I told you before that I wanted to sign."

"Oh, really?" Tang Yan looked at Dilraba, following her words, "Why didn't you sign it later?"

Dilraba crossed her arms in front of her, looking somewhat embarrassed, unsure how to respond.

"They've found a better place to go," Yang Mi said with a slight smile. "Your boss really values ​​you; he arranged a movie for you. The film is already a huge hit even before it's released."

"No, no," Dilraba waved her hands repeatedly.

"What's with the modesty? The internet was flooded with news about your movie the other day." Yang Mi shifted her gaze to Mao Xiaotong beside her. "This must be the female lead, right? I'm sorry, I've been so busy with work that I haven't seen any of your work, so..."

Her slightly apologetic expression didn't seem fake, but somehow it had a strange, sarcastic tone to it.

Mao Xiaotong put on a polite smile and said in a calm tone, "It's alright, Ms. Yang, there will be other opportunities in the future."

She nodded slightly, looking directly at Yang Mi without flinching.