Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 591 - 242: The Thunderous Counterattack
Melin’s betrayal plunged Espr into a new crisis, with Jim’s previously arranged shooting plan being forced to be completely scrapped, including the clothes that Melin had modeled at the Shibuya Fashion Show, which were now unsellable. The emergency replacement models Jim called in also failed to meet the expected impact, but the biggest headache belonged to Sister Mu. At ZARA’s new release event, several new styles blatantly copied her designs. Without a doubt, it must have been Melin who leaked Sister Mu’s designs to ZARA.
After learning the truth, Qiao Zhizhi couldn’t stop apologizing. Melin wanted to take Qiao Zhizhi away but was instead scolded by her mother, which made her secretly hate Su Ziceng even more through gritted teeth.
Under ZARA’s aggressive marketing offensive, Melin’s fame rose rapidly, with magazine covers and media ads bombarding the public. Espr, at the Shibuya Show, had unwittingly made the wedding dress for others. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
"We can’t keep being this passive," Su Ziceng told herself more than once, as she saw the balance of victory tipping towards Pello.
Fortunately, Lin Ying returned. When Su Ziceng saw Lin Ying at the airport, it was as if she saw another Sister Mu. Gone was the innocence of Lin Ying from years past, dressed now in black mourning attire, with light makeup, Lin Ying looked like a black rose, with a strong smile on her face.
Two days before Master Puwand’s passing, they married in front of a priest as a witness. The man, even in his final moments, did not forget to urge his widow to live well.
"My dear friends, I am back," Lin Ying’s voice was free from sorrow, and she felt genuine joy upon seeing her friends. Her romance with Master Puwand, seen as rebellious by many, but Lin Ying knew that in this world, there were still people who understood and supported her.
Lin Ying had also heard about Melin’s actions. As a model, especially a top model, professional ethics are very important. Endorsing competing products and leaking client secrets—such misconduct was enough to blacklist her from the modeling industry.
On this, Sister Mu and Lin Ying were in agreement: Melin must be taught a lesson. Su Ziceng understood that this would distress Qiao Zhizhi, but she still informed her in advance.
After hearing this, Qiao Zhizhi remained silent, then finally replied, "Ziceng, we of the Qiao Family should not stoop to such despicable acts. Do what you must, but I only hope, if she sincerely repents, you can give her a chance to redeem herself."
Melin was unaware of the public outrage she had stirred. During this period, she thrived, backed by Pello’s financial support, and the agency arranged for her both comfortable work and generous pay. She was naturally arrogant and dismissive, completely disregarding the feelings of the people around her, repeatedly clashing with Wen Maixue and the staff from ZARA.
"These clothes are so constrictive, can they even be seen when worn?" Melin huffed out of the fitting room, tossing a new ZARA outfit that she had just received onto the floor before the public relations manager and Wen Maixue. Afterwards, she shot Wen Maixue a disdainful look.
Pello finally had some time to see her shoot; she wanted to wear something more provocative and sexy to catch his attention. When Pello first signed her, she thought he was after her, but half a year had passed, and apart from thoughtful care and attentive concern, along with the occasional gift, he had shown no further initiative.
At the last ZARA evening event, he didn’t attend with her but went with Wen Maixue instead. Her mother had already told her before, Su Ziceng had warned her that Pello was engaged, and his fiancée was none other than Wen Maixue.
So what, how could Wen Maixue compare to her? Melin had also interacted privately with Wen Maixue and in her eyes, Wen Maixue may be beautiful, but utterly uninteresting—like a wooden beauty, even her smiles seemed manufactured. Melin couldn’t believe Pello would like such a woman.
"Luo," Melin cooed, clinging to Pello while the public relations manager was selecting other clothes, "What do you think about this outfit?" The garment Melin held was scant in fabric and couldn’t be considered a regular outfit, at best it was like an undergarment.
