Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, starting with the strategy of 95 flowers to counterattack

Chapter 252 Paris Fashion Week

Sophie was amused by her accent and switched to Chinese, saying, "We have arranged a car to take you both to the hotel. Tomorrow at 3 pm, Guerlain's makeup trial will be held at the flagship store on Avenue Montaigne."

Gu Yang nodded and naturally took Zhou Ye's bag: "Thank you for your hard work."

As the convoy drove out of the airport, the streetscapes of Paris flowed past the windows.

Zhou Ye leaned against the car window, her eyes sparkling: "Gu Yang! How about we go for a walk along the Seine later? We don't have any plans for today!"

Gu Yang glanced at her: "Are you sure you don't want to adjust to the time difference first?"

"No way!" Zhou Ye pouted. "I checked the travel guide, the Seine is most beautiful in the evening! And there's a super delicious crepe shop nearby!"

Helpless, Gu Yang turned to the driver: "Let's go to the hotel to drop off our luggage first, then we'll go to the Seine."

Zhou Ye cheered and immediately took out his phone to search for the address of the crepe shop.

Sophie glanced at their interaction through the rearview mirror, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes: "You two have such a good relationship."

Zhou Ye's ears turned slightly red. She stole a glance at Gu Yang, and seeing that his expression was normal, she muttered softly, "Of course..."

Gu Yang smiled slightly and reached out to ruffle her hair: "Don't eat too much later, there's a welcome dinner from LV tonight."

Zhou Ye's face immediately fell: "Huh? Why didn't you say so earlier!"

"I'll tell you now."

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The convoy slowly drove into the Maurice Hotel on the Champs-Élysées, a century-old luxury hotel that was bathed in the gentle Parisian twilight.

The doorman respectfully opened the Rolls-Royce door, and just as Zhou Ye was about to jump out, Gu Yang grabbed his wrist.

"Mind your image," he whispered, his gaze sweeping over the media reporters who had already set up their cameras and microphones at the hotel entrance.

Zhou Ye immediately straightened his back, suppressed his smile, and instantly switched to a cold face mode. However, he couldn't help but secretly pinch Gu Yang's lower back when he got out of the car.

As soon as they got out of the car, a flood of flashes came from the cameras.

The lenses of cameras, long and short, were all pointed at the car door, the sound of shutters clicking in rapid succession, weaving a dense symphony in the twilight.

Gu Yang shielded her behind him, his gaze sweeping over the international media holding signs for "VOGUE" and "ELLE" in the crowd, and also catching a glimpse of several domestic reporters holding signs in Chinese that read "Entertainment News" and "Film and Television Frontline".

"Zhou Ye! Will you be trying a new style at this fashion show? Which brand are you here for?" The voice of a domestic reporter cut through the noise, carrying a familiar enthusiasm.

"Gu Yang! This is your first time attending Paris Fashion Week. What are your special expectations?" Another camera zoomed in even closer, and the Chinese logo on the microphone was particularly eye-catching under the flash.

Gu Yang casually put his arm around Zhou Ye's waist and pulled her closer to him. He nodded slightly to the camera, a perfectly timed smile playing on his lips: "This time, I'm mainly here to get a feel for the atmosphere. The specific details of the collaboration will be revealed to everyone soon."

His French was fluent with a good accent, then he turned to Chinese and added, "Thank you for your concern, friends back home. We will document this trip to Paris carefully."

Zhou Ye raised his chin towards the camera, his cool and aloof features becoming even more distinct under the flash. When he took over the conversation, his voice was calm yet weighty: "Style, well, there always has to be a bit of a surprise. As for the brands you'll see at the show, you'll find out then."

After saying that, she winked at the Chinese reporter in the crowd who was holding a sign that read "Fashion Magazine".

The sound of camera shutters increased again as the two walked side by side toward the hotel lobby. Gu Yang's hand remained behind Zhou Ye, blocking the cameras from getting too close.

The reporters behind me were still asking questions, their questions a mix of French and Chinese, carried on the evening breeze, while their figures, illuminated by the crystal chandelier, disappeared behind the hotel's revolving doors.

"Mr. Gu, Ms. Zhou, these are your room cards." The front desk manager handed over two black gold cards. "The president of Guerlain specially instructed that a top-floor Seine River view suite be prepared for you."

The suite was even more luxurious than I had imagined.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights of Paris are spread out before your eyes, and the Eiffel Tower twinkles on the hour.

"Gu Yang! Come quick! The Eiffel Tower is glowing!"

Gu Yang slowly loosened his tie, walked behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist: "During Fashion Week, the lights will be turned on every hour on the hour."

His breath brushed against her ear. "However..." "However, what?"

"It can't compare to the light in my little Coconut's eyes."

Gu Yang pulled a velvet box from the inside pocket of his suit jacket with his other hand. The dark red velvet gleamed delicately under the corridor light: "Stop fooling around, take a look at this."

The moment the box was opened, Zhou Ye gasped.

Inside lay a pair of emerald earrings, the pigeon-blood red gemstone surrounded by layers of diamonds, cut into an exquisite fan shape, shimmering with a deep yet flamboyant luster under the light, as if starlight had been crushed into the gemstone.

“This is…” Her fingertips hovered in mid-air, not daring to touch it.

The quality of this emerald is such that its cutting and setting techniques alone indicate its considerable value.

"Here you go." Gu Yang picked up one, gently pinched her earlobe and put it on, his fingertips brushing against her skin, feeling a warm touch. "Wear it to the fashion show tomorrow."

Zhou Ye touched her earring; the cool gemstone pressed against her earlobe, yet it made her cheeks feel slightly hot: "Such an expensive item... does the brand know about this?"

What the hell?
"Your husband bought this." Gu Yang said speechlessly as he helped her put on the other one, then stepped back half a step to examine it.

"No matter how good the jewelry from the brand is, it can't compare to the ones I pick that suit you best."

He touched the gemstone on her earlobe with his fingertip. "Tomorrow, when the lights come on, this color will make your eyes shine even brighter."

Zhou Ye tilted her head to look at herself in the mirror. The fan-shaped gemstone hanging beside her cheek did indeed accentuate her delicate features. "When did you prepare this? And you even knew I wore this size?"

Gu Yang wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. Their reflections in the mirror were very close. "You looked best in fan-shaped earrings last time I saw you. As for the size... I guessed."

He leaned closer and lowered his voice, "My girlfriend, of course, has to be the center of attention at Paris Fashion Week."

Zhou Ye's heart skipped a beat at his words. She turned around and punched him, but couldn't help looking at herself in the mirror again.

You've got a conscience, kid!
Just as Zhou Ye was about to take a closer look, his phone suddenly started vibrating wildly.

Tian Xiwei sent ten messages in the sisters' group:

"Quick, check Weibo!"

"You two are trending on social media!"

"The photos of the hotel entrance have gone viral!"

"Bald Qiang, watch out!!!"

I can almost taste the sourness through the screen...

Meanwhile, on Weibo

#GuYangZhouYeTravelToParis# (News)

The comment section has exploded:
"Is this an official announcement??"

"Help! Now whenever I see Gu Yang, I feel like Zhou Ye might not be able to come back from abroad! It's a nightmare!"

"Civil Affairs Bureau, I've brought Paris for you two!"

"Don't be silly, they're going to take inspiration from Paris Fashion Week!"

Twenty minutes later, Xinghe Media's official Weibo account released an announcement:

"Mr. Gu Yang and Ms. Zhou Ye's trip to Paris was at the formal invitation of Guerlain and Louis Vuitton..."

The accompanying image is the official collaboration document between the two individuals and the brand.

However, fans are already used to it. Regardless of whether it's a publicity stunt or not, Gu Yang is definitely a scumbag!
(End of this chapter)