After Secretary Wang left and closed the door, Lin Ze slowly used a pen to mark some items.
9:00 AM on the 13th, all day on the 15th, 1:30 PM on the 16th...
These were all events on the schedule related to Zhong Changhuan.
"Zhong, are you nervous?" Lader came up in front of Gu Shengyin.
Gu Shengyin calmly glanced at him: "Iâm fine."
Lader looked at her in disbelief: "Zhong, how can you always be so composed? This is your first fashion show in your hometown!"
Gu Shengyin nodded: "Thatâs right."
She turned her head to look at Lader: "However, even if I get nervous, will it change the outcome of my fashion show?"
Lader looked at Gu Shengyin, speechless: "Thatâs true, but Zhong, from an emotional standpoint, being nervous, expectant, and excited is the normal reaction, isnât it?"
Gu Shengyin raised an eyebrow at him: "Who said Iâm not expectant or excited?"
In her eyes glimmered a determined light: This show would only have one outcomeâsuccess!
Lader was somewhat captivated by such a woman.
This enigmatic Eastern woman continually refreshed his perception of her time and time again.
Being with a woman like her should be a very interesting experience, right?
The playboy Lader, who wandered through the world of flowers, began to consider the idea of spending his life with a woman for the first time.
The runway was very busy now, with all the preparations proceeding in full swing.
Gu Shengyin raised her hand to check the time: "You should go get ready, my opening model."
Indeed, Lader was the opening model for Gu Shengyinâs fashion show this time.
The most important aspects of a fashion show were the opening and the finale.
The opening and finale models largely reflected a designerâs connections and standing in the fashion world.
Given Laderâs status, he was qualified to be the opening model even for those top designersâ fashion shows.
Lader suddenly turned and gave her a hug: "Wishing everything goes well, Changhuan."
The words "Changhuan" were pronounced perfectly in Chinese.
Gu Shengyin was momentarily stunned, hearing the encouragement and blessing in those words.
She hugged Lader back, smiling as she said: "Thank you for your blessings, Lader."
But Lader suddenly said: "Howâs my Chinese? Zhong, I specifically spent two hours learning that from someone."
Gu Shengyin couldnât help but laugh: "You spoke very well."
"Then..." Lader blinked and leaned over, "Can I pursue you, Changhuan?"
Gu Shengyin turned around in surprise, looking at Laderâs uncharacteristically serious expression, and shook her head: "Weâre not suitable, Lader."
Lader shrugged: "How do we know if itâs suitable or not if we donât try?"
Not waiting for Gu Shengyin to speak, he turned and left: "Iâll go prepare first."
Watching Lader leave, Gu Shengyin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She had seen a seriousness in Laderâs eyes just now.
It seemed that after this fashion show ended, she needed to have a good talk with Lader.
They two were not suitable.
No one knew that the entire interaction between them was seen by another person.
Lin Ze watched as the obviously carefully dressed Gu Shengyin was chatting intimately with another man.
That man he knew; he was the male model Lader, recently photographed with her in a closely embraced situation.