Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 574 - 331: Red-Headed Directive (Part 2)
"That heartless Pello, he’s really good-looking and exudes an indomitable wildness. If he were willing to hit the catwalk, he would definitely be highly sought after. As for your Hang Yishao," Lin Ying was about to continue when Su Ziceng hurriedly interrupted, "He’s not my Hang Yishao."
"Then let’s just say he’s everyone’s Hang Yishao," Lin Ying recalled how Hang Yishao, drunk from the alcohol she’d fed him, pleaded and lamented like a little dog, voicing his grievances. He defied his family’s opposition, Su Ziceng’s indifference, and countless difficulties. In short, he was pitiable.
"If Pello is the attacker, Hang Yishao is definitely the receiver. For a normal woman, both are quite difficult to let go of," Lin Ying finished, gazing deeply at Su Ziceng. To some extent, Su Ziceng was also lucky to have encountered such exceptional men.
Su Ziceng felt a chill from her gaze and chuckled awkwardly: "What about Uncle Zhou? I remember when you saw him, you were full of admiration too."
"Senior Dagen?" Lin Ying waved her hands quickly and said, "He’s like a godly figure. I’ve had drinks with him a few times, and each time I got completely drunk."
"So that’s what you meant," Su Ziceng had a mixed feeling of laughter and tears.
"But speaking of which, even Pello combined with Hang Yishao and Uncle Da Gen couldn’t compare to Espr’s director," Lin Ying stroked her forehead and sighed. Right then, a flight attendant came by, and Lin Ying immediately sat up straight, maintaining the mysterious aura of an Eastern model in front of strangers.
As soon as the flight attendant passed, Lin Ying reverted to her previous demeanor. Seeing the disdain on Su Ziceng’s face, she explained: "I learned it from my experience in New York," ever since Lin Ying realized Sister Mu was from New York, she meticulously took note of her behavior, gestures, and even daily routines.
"Actually, you don’t need to imitate Sister Mu," Su Ziceng said, "You are Lin Ying. Your gentle smile and your unrestrained runway style are all uniquely yours."
"Ziceng," Lin Ying’s mood dropped, "I’m not going to hide it from you, I’ve hit a bottleneck. Recently, I haven’t taken on any international runway shows as I’m trying to adjust myself." During this period in China, Lin Ying only took up a few scattered domestic runway jobs, but she was very unsatisfied with domestic shows.
Unprofessional designers and chaotic modeling teams; all of this was different from her experience abroad.
"Lin Ying, the quality of models in China is still inconsistent, you should return to the international stage," Su Ziceng also knew that it would still be more than a decade before China’s fashion shows truly began to take off.
"I criticize New’s works, and others criticize my runway performance. Espr’s director has publicly refused to let me wear their clothes," Lin Ying said, confidence drained, no longer the bold and unrestrained Lin Ying.
"What?" Su Ziceng was unaware of this anecdote, no wonder Lin Ying considered Espr’s director to be their biggest obstacle.
"If it were New, they would certainly not refuse. So even though I’ll accompany you to New York, we need to split up. You go see Director James, while I visit Master Pu Wangda, who is bedridden," Lin Ying sighed, sorry to leave Su Ziceng alone, but it was the only way they stood a chance to secure the project.
"Don’t rush to conclusions, we can gather all the details first, then split up. I have a recommendation letter from Sister Mu for Master Pu Wangda, and compared to the totally unfamiliar director, we should visit Master Pu Wangda first," Su Ziceng analyzed. After all, she had some designs from Sister Mu to show the master. If they could convince the master, he might even help them persuade Espr’s director.
Shortly after Su Ziceng and Lin Ying left China, Pello visited Admiration again. He brought several bottles of wine as usual, but Sister Mu did not accompany him for drinks this time.
"I’m sorry, Pello, I’ve decided to quit drinking," Sister Mu declined his gift.
"What? Did I hear wrong? Sister Mu, known for her love of wine, is actually quitting?" Though Pello spoke thus, he still took back his wine. Forcing someone to accept a gift is just as impolite as rejecting it.
"But it’s fine if you don’t accept my gift. I have another present prepared," Pello said, taking out a blank check.
Sister Mu, staring at the check, wondered why Pello was offering this gift.
"Mai Xue has always been interested in managing a fashion business. I’ve promised her and put her in charge of the ZARA franchise. I would like to invite you to be a consultant," Pello said, observing Sister Mu’s expression, "And this is also Old Master Wen’s wish."
"I’m sorry, I can’t accept, as I’ve promised Ziceng to be her designer," Sister Mu knew it was only a matter of time before Pello found out, and it was better to clearly state it now.
"That’s really a pity," Pello took back the check.
"Pello, you did this on purpose," Sister Mu said displeased, "You know very well that Ziceng has always wanted..."
"I don’t know," Pello cut her off swiftly: "I gave her a chance, and she flatly refused."
"You’re too proud. Only someone like Wen Maixue suits you. I think maybe Lin Ying is right, from now on Admiration will no longer welcome you," Sister Mu delivered an eviction notice.
A friend of a friend is a friend, but those who hurt her friends are enemies.
"Tell Ziceng, if she regrets it, she can contact me again," Pello said without any anger and turned to leave.
"I just hope you won’t regret it," Sister Mu’s voice reached Pello’s ears. He paused for a moment but continued to walk away.
On the streets of Mo City, there were no Christmas decorations, making it seem somewhat desolate. By now, the Christmas atmosphere in the United States should be in full swing. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote, monthly ticket, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
