The fashion show carried on with ease as the mysterious designer's designs slowly near its end. Knowing this, the audience became out of sorts as they wish to see more of the work. However, they know they cannot ask for too much.
"I wonder what the closing piece will look like."
"This designer's pieces were beautiful, but will the closing design be able to compare with An Qing's. I feel like An Qing still has the better advantage of taking first place."
"I think this mysterious designer had better designs. An Qing may now have come face to face with their match."
Grandfather Ji sat in his seat in full smiles at the praises from those nearby. However, when he heard unpleasant comments, be couldn't help but snort disapprovingly.
Seeing the old man's often changes of expressions, Lu Tian lightly shook his head. It's no wonder the old man doesn't come to events like this. He does not hide anything as his opinions are clearly written all over his face.
Just as he though this, a smile curls on his lip.
The song playing slowly changes into a soft melody of endless love played by a zither. The atmosphere inside Beauty felt as if the enchanted forest in the background had suddenly come to life.
Before anyone could react to the change, a tall figure clothe in white appears on the stage. It was so mesmerizing that the figure looked as if she had stepped out of the background.
A silky white robe drapes over her shoulders like a calm river in this enchanting forest. With one foot in front of the other, she walked in long and smooth strides. Her arms at her side remained relaxed as the open robe flutters behind each of her steps.
Revealing underneath is none other than a traditional white qipao. Its length reached mid-calf with one open slit on the left side. Her long smooth leg partially comes to view when her left leg steps forward.
The mandarin collar of the qipao wraps highly around her neck as a set of white pankous fastens the large front to keep the dress in place.
From afar, the qipao appeared very plain and simple, but as the model nears the front of the stage, everyone can see the exquisite embroidery of plum tree blossoms.
The detailing was embroiled by using white thread, but it was still visible to the human eye.
As the model takes each step on the runway, the audience remained in silence with only the sound of the soft zither melody playing.
It felt as if time had slowed and the goddess that watched over the enchanted forest had shown herself. Afraid that any sound even small will disturb this peaceful piece and disappear.
*Click—
Suddenly, as everyone were lost in time, a cameraman in the front subconsciously press the shutter button and a bright flash brightens the place. The sound quickly brought everyone back from their long daze.
"It's Han Yue Ling! Han Yue Ling is here!"
"I never thought I'd see her take the stage again! I'm so glad I came or else I would have missed this great chance to see my idol again!"
"She is still as beautiful as ever!!"
Unlike their praise about Ning Mei, this time, it was not only praises, but tears in seeing the model.
Yue Ling was not like the other celebrities, she liked to keep a low profile and the only time anyone was able to see her, it would be in the magazines, television or during her meet and greet. However, after CNJ Entertainment released her retirement, no one saw or heard anything about her anymore. They all thought that the last time of them seeing her was on the cover of Beauty's magazine.
Seeing her appear in person on the runway again felt like she had never left the modeling industry.
"Han Yue Ling is a natural when it comes to the runway. The way she moves is graceful like she was born to walk the runway."
"Didn't she always model for An Qing? Why did she change designers?"
"Who is this mysterious designer that is able to bring her back to the stage?"
"Han Yue Ling, please don't leave the modeling world! We miss you!"
"Han Yue Ling, I love you! Please marry me!"
Unlike their well behave behavior from the start of the event, the young audience no longer came to watch a fashion show. It was as if they were attending a meet and greet with their favorite model.
Lu Tian sat in his seat with eyes glued on his beautiful wife. He felt like the luckiest man in the world to have her in his life. Only God knows how truly blessed he is to have met her.
However, when he heard a man shout that he loved his wife, his eyes droop heavily. And as if that was not enough, the same man dared to shamelessly propose in front of so many people.
How he wish to find this unknown man and dig his eyes out for eyeing his wife.
At the same time, the three people sitting to the right of Lu Tian couldn't help but shiver. Grandfather Ji and Madam Lu knew the reason behind the sudden chill because they also heard the confession.
Who is the idiot courting death?
However, unlike the two older people, the younger Zhao Ya'Er did not think much. She thought someone had opened a door and a gust of wind flew in.
Oblivious to Lu Tian's current thoughts, Yue Ling proceed in her steps on the stage. As a model, it is known for one to keep an expressionless face, however, she was tad bit different.
The moment she reached the front of the runway, she pause in her steps and eyes gaze to the many eyes staring back at her.
Both her arms raise as the long sleeves of the robe slips down to reveal her smooth white forearms.
Slowly bringing both hands to her lip, she seals a gentle kiss on the tip of her fingers. However, instead of blowing a kiss out, she spread her arms as her angelic smile smiles to the audience.
"Oh my God! Her signature pose!"
"I caught her kiss!"
"She's an angel! My goddess!"
Quickly as she gesture her famous signature pose, the young audience scream with throbbing hearts. Even the older crowd couldn't help but smile as they praise the young woman's capability of naturally capturing her audience.
As Yue Ling's arms lower, her bluish green eyes met with Lu Tian's dark eyes before looking away.
Lu Tian who was recovering from the sudden confession to his wife was struck to the core when he saw what his wife did. However, when their eyes met, even if it was for a brief second, he could only sigh inside. After tonight, the only person she will be blowing kisses to is him and him only.
Unknown to their quick encounter, a cameraman nearby was able to capture a photo of them in the moment.
Like a pair of lost lovers finally meeting again after years of separation.
Yue Ling held the open front edge of the robe and with a swift but gentle turn, the robe flutters like wings ready to ascend back to the heavens above.
With her figure turned away, everyone can see the embroidery of red spider lilies smeared like a painting on the back of the robe. However, the most captivating part was the corporation of a Phoenix emerging from the flowers. Its wings spread with glistening red and gold like it was soaring to the sky.
"The cape from earlier and the one Han Yue Ling is wearing looks like a matching set!"
"I want to know who this mysterious designer is and praise him or her for such outstanding work."
"Wu Jing! Hurry and tell us!!"
After knowing that the closing model was Yue Ling, curiosity rose within the audience. Before the model retired, the only brand she modeled for was De L'amour which was always represented by An Qing. However, An Qing represented their own brand tonight. So, who could this mysterious designer be?
"An Qing should be wary. They may have showcased first, but that doesn't confirm they will be taking home first place."
Even though whispers continue in the audience, no one was able to take their eyes off of Yue Ling's figure. Everyone felt as if they were in a trance and watching the forest goddess return to her own world.
The enchanted forest in the background that came to life slowly engulfs in darkness as Yue Ling's figure in white disappears from view.
In that moment, the answer to everyone's curiosity is revealed.
The background that is now replaced with darkness appears the name "De L'amour" in white bold letters.
And as quickly as it appeared, it disappears with the dimming lights around into the unknown.