The woman had long, sea-wave-like hair and a delicate, beautiful face with fair skin and long legs, a perfect goddess standard. The reporters' flashes flickered incessantly, and they scrambled to ask questions.
Behind them, Yang Qian and a few others also came to visit.
Seeing the chief designer, they couldn't help but feel envious.
"Yang Linna is so beautiful, and her design works are also stunning. The blend of Chinese and Western styles is incredibly perfect. I estimate quite a few orders will be placed this time. Many noble ladies are watching, and Yang Linna doesn't even have time to attend to them; her assistants are doing it."
"Does she still need orders? So many people are waiting in line and can't get in."
"Yang Linna's status should be about the same as Norfia's now, right?"
"I think so too. I'm so envious. I wonder when I'll reach this level."
Everyone was filled with infinite envy, and then they went to view everyone's works.
Wen Yan's work was in a corner, very inconspicuous, and no one was looking at it for the moment. She also went to admire other designers' works.
She was instantly captivated.
It had to be said that the level of this exhibition was quite good.
It was noon, and Wen Yan was having lunch with Yang Qian nearby. Yang Qian felt very guilty about the original bet. "Yan Yan, don't worry. If Liu Huanhuan really demands to fulfill the bet, I'll leave the company at worst. I definitely won't drag you down."
"It's fine." She saw that Liu Huanhuan's work wasn't getting much attention in the morning, so she might not necessarily lose.
As for letting Yang Qian leave in her place, that was even more impossible.
As the two were eating, someone suddenly bumped into Wen Yan before they left.
"Sorry, sorry..." The other person looked at the stain on her clothes with embarrassment. "I'm really sorry. Give me your clothes, and I'll wash them clean for you!"
Wen Yan glanced at it. The white hem of her clothes was stained with juice, very obvious.
"It's okay, it's nothing," Wen Yan comforted her.
"Is it really okay? I'll still wash it for you..."
Wen Yan calmed the other person down and walked towards the exhibition with Yang Qian. She took off her jacket, revealing only a black shirt underneath. The black made the girl appear even more petite and cute, like a rose blooming in the dark night. Yang Qian was mesmerized.
"If you became a star, you'd definitely be famous, Yan Yan!"
"Haha, stop teasing me."
"I'm not teasing. But aren't you cold dressed like this?"
"A little, but it should be okay inside the exhibition. There are many people."
The exhibition was indeed getting more crowded.
After the publicity from the reporters in the morning, the afternoon was packed with people. A large portion of them were admiring the works in the center. Yang Linna's side was always crowded, making the other designers exceptionally envious.
Yang Linna didn't even have time to eat.
She was constantly talking to noble ladies.
Her designs were indeed good, and many people liked them. After passing by, people continued to browse. A couple walked in front of a display window. The woman admired the clothes, "Wow, this dress is so beautiful, and the snowflake logo is so lovely!"
But there was no response. She turned to look; her boyfriend was playing on his phone. The woman immediately got angry.
"You're out with me for a whole day, and you're still looking at your phone. You can go with your phone!"
The man looked bewildered, "Why are you angry again?"
But he still followed her.
The woman walked away quickly in anger, suddenly clutching her forehead. The man's helpless voice came from behind, "Be careful."
Only then did she notice the display window in front of her.
It was too clean, and she thought there was nothing there.
The woman's anger hadn't subsided, but her peripheral vision was suddenly attracted by the sparkling accessories in the corner. She looked over and immediately exclaimed in amazement, "Wow!"
The man said helplessly, "Is it that good-looking?"
He also glanced over, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
It was indeed a very beautiful dress, yet it was quietly displayed in the window. Upon closer inspection, there were no flashy accessories, but inexplicably, one couldn't look away after a glance.
It turned out to be because of its exquisite details, which exuded elegance, while the overall design was very grand, possessing the nobility of European royalty and the grand elegance of China.
A short floral lace top, with a grand floral pattern that didn't appear vulgar. Inside was a slightly puffy white long skirt. The hem of the skirt unfurled like beautiful white roses, but the center was red, instantly making the bland color vibrant. The white skirt was also embroidered with red, looking like inverted roses.
It looked so good on the mannequin that it was hard to believe how it would look on a person.
"It's so beautiful, I think it suits me perfectly. I want to try it on." The woman was captivated.
The man also unusually did not object. He looked around but couldn't see anyone.
"Perhaps the designer has gone to eat. We can come back later."
"No, I want to wait here."
She was like a little rabbit who had discovered treasure and was unwilling to leave. The man could only indulge her helplessly.
Gradually, people started to pass by.
Seeing them staring at the corner, they realized there was another design piece here.
"This dress is beautiful," a noble lady said casually.
The woman quickly nodded, "Right? Right? It's so beautiful. I think it's much better than the ones around here, but I don't know why it's placed in such a corner. Look, doesn't the hem look like a rose? Wow, I love it so much. What kind of designer could create such a beautiful work!"
With every person who passed by, she acted like a commentator.
And this dress indeed refreshed everyone's eyes.
Many people were tempted and waited for the designer to come.
Wen Yan was unaware of all this. She walked into the exhibition with Yang Qian and was surprised to see many people gathered around Liu Huanhuan's design.
"This design is so unique and beautiful."
"Huanhuan, I'm your fan. Can I take a picture with you? My friend and I both really like your work."
"Of course," Liu Huanhuan smiled kindly and took pictures with people.
Yang Qian, who was passing by, frowned slightly. She looked at the people in front of other designs. The decent ones had four or five people. Their Star China's old designers had only five or six people watching. The dozen or so people surrounding Liu Huanhuan were exceptionally prominent.
"Are her works that good? I think she's just an internet celebrity designer, getting her fans to support her," Yang Qian muttered.
"But she does have strength."
"Yan Yan, you can also call your fans!" Yang Qian suddenly said.
Liu Huanhuan happened to overhear this and chuckled, "Yang Qian, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Wen Yan wasn't even selected. Even if her fans came, they could only look at other people's works."
Yang Qian regretted speaking too quickly. "I was just saying it casually. Wen Yan's work wasn't selected because of an accident."
"An accident? Hmph, not being selected is not being selected. There's no need to make excuses."
Yang Qian was angry seeing Liu Huanhuan's smug look and wanted to say something, but Wen Yan held her hand.
There were too many people here, and they couldn't disrupt the order.
Besides, arguing with her about these things was meaningless.
Unexpectedly, Liu Huanhuan's fans were extremely aggressive.
"I was wondering why I didn't see Wen Yan's work. So it wasn't selected at all. With over a hundred thousand fans, I thought she was quite capable." The female fan looked Wen Yan up and down, her gaze particularly annoying.
Yang Qian became agitated again, but Wen Yan held her back and prepared to leave.
Another person said, "Maybe she bought trending topics. People with some looks are always restless."
"Then do you think Liu Huanhuan is beautiful?" Wen Yan retorted.