Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 567 - 238: Tokyo Runway Show (Part 2)
By a little past one o’clock, this poor mother finally waited for Melin to return. She had drunk quite a bit and was dropped off by a handsome young man driving a sports car. Melin’s face was flushed with bashfulness, and before leaving, she kissed the young man. Excitedly, she walked into the small apartment rented by Su Ziceng, temporarily serving as their mother-daughter residence, closed the door, and placed her hand over her heart. Melin could feel her heart pounding fiercely.
Because she had not been given the modelling opportunity by Su Ziceng, Melin was unhappy all day today. So, when night fell, she wandered into a bar while roaming the streets. She didn’t have much attachment to Mo City; it wasn’t as bustling as New York and its people were more inclined to judge others. With her tall figure and her mixed-race features, Melin attracted quite a few people trying to chat her up.
After having a few drinks and while still relatively clear-headed, she prepared to head home only to be harassed by several ruffians in the bar. The men, reeking of alcohol, started to make unwanted advances, and Melin called out for help to the people around, but those indifferent onlookers all turned away. Just as she was about to be forcibly taken away, that man showed up.
He didn’t have to get physical; his words alone were enough to scare off the ruffians. Then he supported her and led her out of the bar. When she got into the man’s luxurious sports car, Melin squinted her eyes, admiring his handsome profile and his considerate yet measured demeanor.
"Take me home," Melin said dreamily looking at him. The man smiled and whispered in her ear: "Bold lady, let’s do that another day." He had a fresh scent, like that of the air after rain.
"I’m not bold at all, if I were brave enough, I would have loudly told that hateful cousin of mine, I want to be a model, give me that Tokyo show. I, Qiao Milin, want to become rich and famous, I don’t want to live in a shabby apartment, I want to give my mother the best life." Melin knew she was speaking too much, but these were drunken words, and nobody minds the length or appropriateness of their speech when they’re drunk.
"Don’t worry, your wishes will come true," the man said, taking off his coat and draping it over her shoulders. Melin was still intoxicated by the man’s soothing voice and those eyes that could drown any woman’s heart. This man, he was like a god, with a tone of certainty when he spoke, it was like he was making her a promise.
That man, he really was a god. The next day, when Melin walked downstairs, she saw Su Ziceng and Jim sitting below, telling her that for the next few days, she would have to undergo a short intensive model training, as she would be the closing model for the Shibuya Fashion Show.
Even Sister Mu, who had difficulty moving around, personally made the trip to Tokyo. A week later, in September, as the Sunshine replaced the various stage lights, illuminating the Shibuya runway, an Espr new clothing release event ignited the eyes of all young people in Shibuya.
With bold and striking colors as well as uniquely creative cuts, this fashion show exclusive to Shibuya took only three days to spread first across Tokyo, then Japan, and finally throughout Asia.
This was Sister Mu’s Show, and it was also Espr’s Show. On the third day of the show, Master Puwangda closed his eyes with Lin Ying by his side throughout; he left this world in utter peace, knowing that someone had taken up his mantle and that Espr was surely headed towards a new path under the lead of this fresh triumvirate.
Just as Su Ziceng thought the show was going to end smoothly, an unexpected problem arose.
The Shibuya Show was set up on the street, so the backstage and dressing room were additionally arranged in a vacant warehouse at a nearby street corner. While Su Ziceng was at the forefront preparing for the final bow, Melin, whom she had just praised for doing well, was throwing a tantrum. After the hairstylist finished setting her hair and left, Jim came in to say hello, then wheeled Sister Mu away to greet their old acquaintances.
During these three days, everything seemed to go smoothly; in fact, Melin had managed to offend almost everyone backstage. Melin, without much fame, was immediately entrusted with a significant role upon her arrival, which had aroused the envy of many. As soon as she arrived backstage, she specifically requested a makeup artist and hairstylist, taking on the airs of a top model which inevitably brought criticism upon her.
After the hairstylist and makeup artist had done her up, Melin waited for the clothing stylist to bring her outfit. However, no one came by after a long wait, so she started cursing in English at the event. The belatedly arriving clothing stylist, trembling with fear, brought the outfit but didn’t dare to engage in conversation, merely reminding her to be on time for the show before hastily attending to others.
"Has everyone died or what?" Melin faced the fitting mirror in a fitting room she had dominated; she struggled mightily but couldn’t reach the necklace clasp behind her. The last outfit on display today was a form-fitting sheath dress that required someone else’s help to put on. Earlier, in a fit of anger, she had driven the clothing stylist away, and now it was too late for regrets.
"They only know how to fuss over those wild models. If it weren’t for me, this show wouldn’t be so successful," Melin’s face turned red with effort, but her hands still couldn’t reach the slender zipper.
Another pair of hands appeared behind her, touching the zipper, fingertips sliding over Melin’s smooth spine, pulling it up. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket, monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
