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Chapter 110 Who poisoned me?!
Friday, July 7th.

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The Bund.

Waldorf Astoria Hotel.

Lin Qingsong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the Huangpu River, and raised his hand to ask the Balenciaga salesperson next to him to help him change his clothes.

"Lin, your figure is absolutely amazing! It's a crime not to be a model with those proportions! No wonder Pete wanted you to be his model before!"

Vivian leaned back on the sofa, a thin cigarette between her coral-nail-painted fingers, and praised her with an expression of amazement.

No matter what clothes they are, they all look special on Lin Qingsong.

Tonight is the night Harper's Bazaar is holding its gala.

Vivian, who had already promised to help Lin Qingsong pick out clothes, contacted a friend and called over a Balenciaga salesperson to help him choose clothes.

"Haha, I can't walk the runway, so even if Pete values ​​me a lot, it's useless," Lin Qingsong said casually.

A while ago, when he took a model to a Coach interview, Pitt inexplicably made him change into a different outfit, and then proceeded to praise him profusely.

He said that once his face turns cold, he becomes very distant, which is especially suitable for one of his recent clothing designs.

Unfortunately, he can't walk the runway, so even if Pitt values ​​him highly, there's nothing he can do.

During that audition, he actually got a Coach haute couture menswear suit for free.

Pete gave it to him on his own initiative, saying that the clothes he designed had found their owner and he really couldn't bear to separate them from their owner.

Lin Qingsong had no choice but to reluctantly accept the haute couture set.

"Haha, Pete has a very stubborn personality. Since he values ​​you, even if you can't walk the runway, he might still grab you one day and have you shoot a set of pictures or print ads."

"That's fine, I have experience with filming and such."

As they were talking, the Balenciaga saleswoman helped Lin Qingsong put on his clothes and then quietly stepped back to stand with several fitting models.

In situations like this, where brands bring clothes to customers' homes to help them choose, the store usually has several fitting models so customers can see how the clothes look on them.

After all, clothes look one way when they're hanging, but they look another way when you wear them.

Lin Qingsong had taken on several similar cases involving fitting models before.

A model's fee is usually around 1,500 to 2,000 yuan, but he usually cuts the price in half, sending it down to 800 to 1,000 yuan.

Don't say it.

These kinds of short and easy cases are quite popular in the industry.

"Hmm," Vivian looked at Lin Qingsong's double-breasted suit and gave her advice, "Lin, with your figure, it's best not to wear anything underneath. Wearing a suit with the upper body bare will not only accentuate your figure, but also..."

"What else could it be?" Lin Qingsong didn't really care. Although he was confident in his aesthetic sense, compared to a designer like Vivian, he was definitely a novice. He could think of the idea of ​​showing off one's figure through a cutout, but there was nothing else he really couldn't think of.

"It'll be less hot," Vivian said with a smile. "Don't you feel cool wearing just one layer of clothing in this weather?"

She had already chosen her outfit: a pure white off-the-shoulder, backless dress of her own design.

The reason for choosing this is quite simple.

Just two words.

凉快
Cool?

Lin Qingsong stared wide-eyed at Vivian speechlessly. He had thought this great designer had some brilliant ideas, but this was all?

Even the Balenciaga salesperson standing nearby was a bit bewildered.

She was even planning to learn from Vivian's approach and see how she would say it, so she could then learn from her and repeat it to other clients.

After preparing for a long time, Vivian actually said it was because it was cool.

"Come on, isn't this important! This will make you comfortable all night!" Vivian said with a smile. "Didn't you check the weather forecast today? It'll still be over 30 degrees Celsius tonight, so hot!"

That is indeed true.

After taking off his inner clothes and putting on a suit made of a cool-feeling material, Lin Qingsong felt inexplicably much more relaxed.

“It’s missing an accessory.” Vivian said, taking out a double-layered sapphire necklace from her jewelry box and personally putting it on Lin Qingsong.

A sapphire encased in platinum hung between Lin Qingsong's two pectoral muscles, creating the same effect as a woman wearing a necklace.

Everyone who looks at him will find their eyes involuntarily drawn to this gem.

The raw and powerful feel of wearing a suit with a cropped top is somewhat toned down by this more feminine necklace.

"This is the one!"

Vivian's breathing was slightly rapid. After taking a sip from the mineral water bottle next to her, she signaled to the Balenciaga people that they could leave.

Lin Qingsong, dressed in a suit, took out his phone with a business mindset and added Balenciaga's contact information, introducing himself as a model agent and saying that he could contact him if they needed fitting models again.

This is all money!

He can earn hundreds or thousands of dollars from a single model, and he needs at least three models at a time.

In other words, he could easily earn two or three thousand dollars just by having someone from Balenciaga contact him once.

People.

It's impossible to lose money just to save face!
Although the Balenciaga staff member was quite surprised, he readily added Lin Qingsong to his contacts.

She didn't have the confidence to refuse in front of Vivian.

After the Balenciaga salesperson and the three fitting models left, Lin Qingsong walked to the full-length mirror and carefully examined himself in the mirror.

Don't say it.

With Vivian's styling, he, who was already exceptionally handsome, became even more eye-catching.

without any exaggeration.

Those more emotional women, their first thought upon seeing themselves is definitely to tear off their suit jackets and see their alluring bodies underneath.

Um.
Seeing Vivian rushing towards him, Lin Qingsong finally realized what was happening.

There was a rather sentimental woman inside the house.

However, her actions can be seen as proof of her own thoughts.

"Calm down, Vivian!!!"

"Wait a moment!!"

"stop!"

Glancing at his watch, Lin Qingsong stopped her while saying helplessly, "This little bit of time isn't enough for me to do anything. We'll be leaving soon."

“Lin!” Vivian murmured, “Do you know why Pete wanted you to be his model? Because you have what we lack most—authenticity!” “The fashion industry creates perfect mannequins every day, but you…”

She suddenly took a half step back, her fingertips tracing an irregular arc in the air, and said in a slightly hurried tone, "You're like a rough, angular stone, real and full of wildness!"

"Phew!" Vivian let out a heavy breath, looking at Lin Qingsong, who had both excellent temperament and appearance, and couldn't help but grit her teeth and say, "No, Lin, you're not a rough stone, you're poison, you're a poison that easily makes people commit crimes!"

Although she had put together the outfit herself, it seemed to create some kind of chemical reaction on him, making him instantly more attractive.

"Vivian, speaking of which, I haven't thanked you yet." Lin Qingsong changed the subject while tidying his clothes, afraid that she was still upset.

A few days ago, he specifically mentioned it to Vivian in order to help Yang Xiaoxiao attend the party as well.

She first helped find out that Tian Xiwei would also be attending the party, and then she helped Yang Xiaoxiao get an invitation to the reception.

"An invitation?" Vivian knew what Lin Qingsong was talking about, and waved her hand with a smile: "There's nothing to thank me for, it was just something I mentioned casually."

She is, after all, a designer at Valentino, a top-tier luxury brand.

For a mere spot at a cocktail party, she didn't even need to go out of her way to find someone. She could simply tell anyone at Harper's Bazaar, and they would arrange everything.

After saying that, she licked her lips and glanced at Lin Qingsong: "Lin, you drive later, I'll sit next to you."

She genuinely didn't take it to heart.

Even after learning that Yang Xiaoxiao was a girl, she didn't ask about her relationship with Lin Qingsong.

What does a third person have to do with a relationship between two people?
Lin Qingsong appreciated this about her, so he readily agreed and pointed to the bathroom, saying, "I'll go take a shower first, since I was sweating when I changed my clothes."

"Wow, Lin, you're so thoughtful!" Vivian exclaimed, her face full of gratitude.

Stop the car at the traffic light.

Lin Qingsong looked at Vivian with a puzzled expression. "I didn't use any shower gel, so how could it smell good?"

"But it smells so good!" Vivian tilted her head and looked at Lin Qingsong, saying, "If you don't believe me, smell it for yourself."

"Then forget it." Lin Qingsong looked ahead speechlessly and said, "We're almost there, aren't you going to fix your makeup?"

"Later."

After passing the traffic light, the car continued driving forward.

Before long, they stopped in front of a hotel where a red carpet had already been laid out.

Although Harper's Bazaar said it was just a private cocktail party, with celebrities in attendance, how could there be no media or red carpet?

At most, they left an extra passage for designers who don't like to be in the spotlight.

"Lin, are you going to walk the red carpet? Or should we just sign our names and go inside?"

Seeing the staff on site about to come and open the door for them, Vivian asked Lin Qingsong curiously.

If you want to walk the red carpet, just ask the staff to park your car nearby later.

If you're not leaving, you can just open the window and let me know.

"Let's go for a bit."

Lin Qingsong had never walked the red carpet before, and for a moment he really wanted to see what it felt like.

“Okay.” Vivian nodded nonchalantly, but added, “Then you have to be careful later, those flashes are really bright.”

"This is not simple."

Lin Qingsong casually pulled a pair of Burberry sunglasses from the glove box next to him.

This is a limited edition item that he bought from Gu Wen a while ago.

It's worth over 20,000.

To be honest, although he bought several items from Gu Wen, he also spent a lot of money.

There was no way around it; Gu Wen really did have a lot of good stuff.

Previously, because he had no money in his pocket and lacked confidence, he had never learned about this kind of thing.

But it's different now.

His confidence stemmed from the balance in his bank card.

If I like something, I buy it without even asking the price.

"Lin, although I'm tired of saying this, I still want to say it." Vivian looked at Lin Qingsong, who had put on sunglasses and whose whole demeanor had become even more mysterious, and exclaimed, "You are simply the most beautiful Asian face I have ever seen, and also the most charming Asian man!"

"Oh?" Lin Qingsong extended his index finger, slightly lowered the sunglasses on his nose to reveal his eyes, and said with a slightly teasing tone, "Then I wonder if I, the most charming Asian man, would have the honor of inviting you to walk the red carpet together?"

“With pleasure!” Vivian agreed with a smile.

After handing the car over to the staff and taking Vivian's hand, Lin Qingsong walked onto the red carpet amidst the flashing lights of the media.

Looking at the densely packed cameras, he couldn't help but feel glad that he was wearing sunglasses.

In the photo area on the red carpet, many reporters were stunned when they saw Lin Qingsong and Vivian.

Most of the people who are sent here to shoot have some knowledge of the fashion industry.

They were all aware of Vivian's identity.

But the handsome, tall, and photogenic man next to her was someone they were seeing for the first time.

Sohu.com reporter Ni Xiucheng kept pressing the shutter button on Lin Qingsong while saying to a familiar reporter next to him, "Dude, who's that guy? Do you know him? Isn't he Valentino's new Asian model?"

“Impossible. Although this man looks incredibly confident and has a commanding presence,” another female reporter standing with them said before the reporter next to him could speak, “his gait is clearly untrained; he’s obviously a complete novice!”

"Amateur?"

Upon hearing this, the reporters couldn't help but look at them again.

They frequently come to places like this for photoshoots, making them seasoned veterans in the fashion industry with a keen eye for style.

At this moment, after being reminded by the female reporter, I immediately realized that Lin Qingsong's gait was indeed confident, but some details still showed that he was definitely not a model.

"Finally, something interesting happened tonight!" a reporter exclaimed while taking pictures. "A Valentino designer and a mysterious Asian man."

“No, he’s Chinese. I think I’ve seen him before.” A reporter from a women’s fashion magazine scratched her head, frowned, and said in a hesitant tone, “He should be a foreign model agent, right? I think he was the one who brought the models when I did a cover shoot for the company before.”

"Wow, really?" The reporters became even more excited.

"I'm not sure either, after all, he's not only wearing sunglasses now, but his outfit is also different from before," the reporter from the women's fashion magazine said irresponsibly, shrugging her shoulders.

While they were discussing, Lin Qingsong and Vivian had already walked quickly across the red carpet.

Compared to celebrities who need exposure and prefer to take things one step at a time, Vivian, as a designer, doesn't need exposure, and Lin Qingsong needs even less; he just wants to experience what it's like to walk the red carpet.

After taking a pen from a staff member and quickly writing his name on the signature wall, Lin Qingsong and Vivian walked into the hotel together and were then guided by a waiter to the hotel's banquet hall.

(End of this chapter)