They surrounded me right after the breakup.

The lights were dim under the glass dome of the Grand Palais in Paris.

The runway stretched across the center of the venue, with people already seated on both sides.

The sounds of camera shutters and flashes were constant.

Staff members moved back and forth in the corridor, adjusting the equipment.

At the end of the runway, a giant LED screen continuously played the brand logo.

Occasionally, the static of a walkie-talkie could be heard from the backstage area.

Jiang Han leaned back in his seat.

He and Wang Jing were positioned on the left side of the front row of the catwalk.

It is less than 3 meters from the edge of the platform.

From this perspective, when the model poses at a specific point, you can clearly see every sequin on the clothing.

He can see everything, whether he should or shouldn't see it.

Oh wait!

There's nothing you shouldn't watch!

Models are meant to be looked at, aren't they?

At the security checkpoint, we just stopped a few internet celebrities who were trying to sneak in.

Jiang Han laughed.

He learned from Xiao Xiao's WeChat that the girl had been settled.

After a long journey, I was just getting ready to sleep and rest.

Jiang Han was finally able to enjoy the beauty in peace.

Looking around, several Hollywood stars were sitting in positions directly facing the runway.

A famous soccer star is seen leaning back in a soft chair with his blonde female companion.

There were also tech company founders whose names I couldn't recall but whose faces looked familiar, their heads down as they replied to messages.

The French actress next to him sat alone, wrapped in a fur shawl.

The air was filled with the scent of perfume.

Jiang Han flipped through the promotional brochures that the organizers had placed on the armrests beforehand.

It's filled with colorful, slippery girls of all kinds.

Height, weight, bust, waist, and hip measurements are all clearly marked.

Wang Jing grinned mischievously: "President Jiang, these are the real highlights of the show!"

"Paris Fashion Week and domestic red carpets are completely different."

"Domestic female celebrities are wrapped up like rice dumplings, and their fans still call it conservative beauty."

"The designers here want to use as little fabric as possible."

"You'll see the bikini segment at the very end."

A short while later, the lights suddenly went out.

The spotlights are focused on the stage.

The rousing music burst forth, and the sound of camera shutters clicking filled the entire venue.

The first model walked out from backstage.

The satin of the floor-length dress gleamed coldly under the spotlight.

Her steps were steady and powerful, landing firmly on the heavy beats.

When she reached the end of the runway and stood at her designated spot, she slightly raised her chin.

The backlight casts dark shadows on the shoulder blades.

The audience erupted in applause.

Wang Jing clapped a few times.

Then the second and third models took to the stage in turn.

The evening gowns of various colors shimmered under the lights.

She wore huge puff sleeves with a tight waist and a trailing veil.

There were also models wearing lace bodysuits with cutouts, revealing their entire backs when they turned around.

The audience in the back rows erupted in a sustained low murmur.

"Everything before the grand finale is just an appetizer."

Wang Jing's gaze followed the stage: "The main course is yet to come."

During halftime, staff members went on stage to adjust the lighting angles.

Cleaning staff quickly removed sequins and rhinestones from the runway.

Wang Jing was scrolling through his phone, muttering about which model's catwalk was unsteady and which model's pose was too short.

Jiang Han didn't reply and closed his eyes again.

After the break, the lights were switched to a bright white tone.

The words "Summer Coast Series" popped up on the big screen.

Wang Jing immediately sat up straight.

"Here it comes! Swimsuit segment!"

When the models walked out, the number of camera shutters in the room more than doubled.

A white bikini with a sheer overlay.

His wheat-colored skin shone with an even glow under the bright light.

The sheer fabric was blown up by the blower, revealing the entire outline of her body.

Wang Jing chuckled and said, "President Jiang, can you feel the difference compared to domestic fashion shows?"

Jiang Han was amazed.

Appeared!

Excellent exotic culture!

Wearing it makes no difference to not wearing it at all!

Black one-piece swimsuit, fully open on the side.

Only two thin bands connect the armpit to the hip bone.

When the model reached the end of the runway, she put one hand on her hip and tilted her hip to one side.

All sorts of novel and unique clothing.

She wore a silver sequined bikini top and low-waisted swim trunks, with a transparent beaded chain hanging from her waist.

With each step, the hip bones sway naturally.

Wang Jing repeatedly praised it.

"Foreigners are really open-minded."

"Look at that waistline, that hip shape, those legs..."

"It has no excess fat where it should be perky, and no extra muscle where it should be lean."

He took a picture with his phone, but then felt it wasn't enough, so he switched to video mode.

The models who followed were increasingly daring.

The deep V-neck one-piece swimsuit is entirely connected by metal chains on both sides of the fabric.

Another one went so far as to wear a completely see-through lace outfit.

When the light shines on it, the entire leg, from the thigh to the ankle, is exposed to the bright light.

When she turned around at the front of the runway, her hips were on full display under the lights.

A middle-aged man in the front row is holding up his phone.

The camera followed her from the front of the stage to the back, her face flushed red.

Jiang Han clapped his hands to express his respect for the dedicated model.

The visual experience on-site is indeed completely different from what you see on screen.

Under direct light, you can see the tiny blood vessels under the skin.

The abdominal muscles rise and fall slightly during breathing.

The models confidently displayed their body curves without any attempt to conceal them.

Every step he took on stage was a message to everyone.

This body has undergone rigorous training, with every muscle precisely controlled.

It's not the skinny look from being too thin, but the definition from real workouts.

Wang Jing turned his head away.

"President Jiang, you didn't even react to this level of visual impact?"

"Does the designer who created these swimsuits have a grudge against fabric?"

"Art is exposure; less is more; revealing is concealing!"

"Forget it, I can't make this up anymore."

"As long as it looks good, who cares if it's worn or not."

Wang Jing began to look down and open the manual, preparing in advance for the upcoming activities.

He turned two pages, his fingertip hovering over a certain name.

"This one, just debuted, has great proportions."

"Also, there's someone from Italy who's been on quite a few magazine covers before."

As he flipped through the pages, Wang Jing suddenly slammed the booklet onto his knee.

"No way! What's the point of me searching here for so long?"

"The after-party is the main event; what's the point of just watching now?"

"No matter how detailed the information in the booklet is, it can't compare to a face-to-face drink."

The music continued on the catwalk.

The last few swimsuit models took to the stage one by one.

The flashbulbs from the audience never stopped.

The lights went out again.

The host read a long string of lines in French, and then a short film about the brand's history began to play on the big screen.

Wang Jing glanced at his watch.

"There are 20 minutes left in the break."

"The party will begin after the closing ceremony."

"There are at least a hundred models attending the party tonight; I've already inquired."

"It's agreed that we'll keep our distance when we get to the party."

"You're in the east, I'm in the west, we won't interfere with each other."

"make a deal."

……

After the closing show of Fashion Week.

The organizers arranged a real party at a manor house outside Paris.

A stretched Lincoln drove through the country roads at night.

From afar, the manor's wrought iron gates can be seen wide open.

The trees on both sides of the road are covered with warm-colored light strips.

When Jiang Han and Wang Jing got out of the car, quite a few people had already arrived at the scene.

They were all dressed in suits and ties, exuding an air of nobility.

The air was filled with the aroma of champagne and cigars.

The party for the rich has only just begun.

……