Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

The spotlight came down.

Jiang Mian, arm in arm with Lu Ting, walked out from behind the curtain.

At that moment, all the noise in the banquet hall was instantly silenced.

Even the camera shutters in the press box stopped clicking.

Jiang Mian's dress was a style never seen before in Hong Kong's socialite circles.

The embroidered brocade covered her upper body, and her waistline was slightly raised, making her look extremely elegant.

The outer layer of brocade draped down from behind her shoulders.

With each step she took, a glimmer of gold would appear on the cuffs and hem of her skirt.

The light wasn't dazzling, yet it was so captivating that one couldn't bear to look away.

Lu Ting stood beside her.

He was wearing that dark-colored modified Zhongshan suit.

The shoulder line was stretched straight, and the stand-up collar was buttoned all the way up.

He did not show himself to the audience.

He simply looked down to make sure that Jiang Mian's skirt hem wasn't touched by the edge of the lamp stand.

One appeared relaxed and at ease.

The other one was calmly protecting it.

The two stood side by side under the lights, and even the wealthy ladies in the audience, who were used to grand occasions, didn't think to applaud for a few seconds.

Ms. He covered her chest and spoke very softly.

"This...is so beautiful..."

When Young Master Huang saw Leslie just now, he was so excited that he almost stood up.

But now, he's sitting up straight.

He even felt that if he moved even slightly, he would ruin the scene on stage.

Mrs. He glanced down at her deep purple gauze dress.

That was a haute couture piece she specially ordered from Europe last year.

Before coming, she thought this outfit would be presentable enough.

But now, looking at the dress Jiang Mian was wearing, her sense of superiority faded considerably.

Su Tai stared at the floral pattern on Jiang Mian's upper body and couldn't help but speak in a low voice.

"What kind of material is this? I don't think I've ever seen it before."

Mrs. Chen added, "It doesn't look like a European product."

He Tai's gaze never left Jiang-Mian.

"Of course it's not from Europe."

She could tell.

The pattern was preserved intact; it wasn't cut off to fit the body perfectly, nor was it artificially altered to show off.

The entire pattern was placed securely in the most suitable position.

This is not a matter of using expensive materials to create a sense of prestige.

This is because the designers knew from the beginning where to move things and where not an inch should be touched.

He Sheng also sat up straight.

He originally came tonight for the oriental truffles.

Now he suddenly realized that the appetite of Eastern culture was much greater than he had expected.

Huang Sheng lowered his voice.

"Mr. He, if this dress could be custom-made..."

He Sheng stared at it for a long time before slowly speaking.

"For things like this, money is just the ticket price."

Huang Sheng nodded.

"Yes, even some of the old aristocratic families in Europe probably couldn't make something like this!"

Several business people nearby changed their expressions upon hearing these words.

They were just thinking about how much this dress would cost.

Now they are wondering if they are qualified to be included in the list of customers for Oriental Styles.

On the stage.

Jiang Mian and Lu Ting walked to the center of the catwalk.

Jiang Mian stopped in her tracks.

Lu Ting also stopped, but he never let go of her hand.

The lights fell from above, making the brocade gauze glow softly.

Ken, standing on the side of the stage, was so excited his hands were almost shaking.

"Okay! This is it!"

"Mr. Lu, please step to the side slightly, so you don't press down on Miss Jiang's skirt!"

Although Lu Ting heard it, he did not act immediately.

He first looked down at Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian raised her hand and gently touched the back of his hand.

"Listen to the director."

Lu Ting then took half a step back.

His movements were subtle, but everyone in the room saw them.

The ladies in the front row smiled at the same time.

There was no teasing in that smile, only envy.

Qian Weimin, standing at the back, almost couldn't control his smile.

Absolutely.

Brother Lu is usually as cold as ice, but when he's in front of Doctor Jiang, he loses all his temper.

If this scene is published in the newspaper tomorrow, we'll have to really think about the headline.

The owner of Dongfang Fengwu and her husband made an appearance?

No, that's not sophisticated enough.

Oriental Fashion Show concludes the event, Hong Kong Island witnesses the haute couture of the East?

This is interesting, but not luxurious enough.

His fingers instinctively reached into his pocket.

Ah May drifted quietly to his side.

"Boss Qian, Miss Jiang said that if you dare to take out your notebook today, she'll deduct your salary."

Qian Weimin immediately withdrew his hand.

"How could I dare to take it out?"

"I'm just checking if my pockets are flat enough; I need to look elegant today."

Ah May chuckled to herself, "I'll relay your words exactly as they were."

Qian Weimin stood up straight instantly.

"Tell Doctor Jiang that I look especially elegant tonight."

On the other side of the stage, Pierre had already forgotten to ask about the truffles.

He leaned forward, his hand crumpling the invitation card in his hand.

"Martin, did you see that?"

Martin did not speak.

His pen fell to the ground.

Luke bent down, picked it up for him, and put it back in his hand.

"Shut your mouth first, then write."

Martin held the pen, and it took him several seconds to find his voice.

"It overturned all my expectations for the display of oriental clothing."

Pierre asked immediately.

"So what did you originally expect it to be like?"

Martin did not evade the question.

"I originally thought it would be a beautiful folk culture exhibition."

"While it is aesthetically pleasing, it is difficult to put into the context of high fashion."

Lu Ke looked at Jiang Mian on the stage.

"And now?"

Martin lowered his head and wrote a line of French in his notebook.

The ultimate high-end customization from the East.

Pierre nodded emphatically.

"Yes, that's it!"

"She didn't bring out any Eastern elements in her performance for us."

"She's telling everyone that expensive things can naturally look like this."

Luc did not refute.

He writes very quickly.

A Hong Kong Island reporter who understands French overheard these words and immediately looked down and crossed out the original headline on his paper.

The original text read: "Oriental Style New Product Launch, Leslie Makes a Surprise Appearance."

Now it's changed to: Oriental Fashion Makes its Debut, Rewriting the Landscape of High-End Customization in Hong Kong.

The lights at the back of the stage dimmed.

The host picked up the microphone again.

"What you just saw was the opening dress of the Oriental Rainbow series, the clothing line of Oriental Style.

"This dress was designed and finalized by Ms. Jiang Mian, and Mr. Lu Ting completed the pattern revisions and the final garment."

"The brocade and gold-woven gauze used in it all came from the old collections of old craftsmen in the Xia Kingdom."

A hushed murmur immediately arose from the audience.

"That Mr. Lu looks like a big guy, yet he can make clothes?"

"Was that shirt Leslie was wearing just now also made by him?"

"Just who is this Mr. Lu? His craftsmanship is so good that he can actually hold up this kind of material."