She Lost Memory Before the Divorce-Chapter 110 - 0 My Husband is Not Interested
Chapter 110: Chapter 0110 My Husband is Not Interested
“Making a fuss over nothing! You’re embarrassing yourself.”
Sheng Xueqian pursed her lips, full of disdain.
Mu Lan couldn’t care less about her, holding onto Huo Tingxiao’s hand with great excitement.
Huo Tingxiao looked down, his gaze falling on that soft, tender little hand, feeling the warmth of her palm against the back of his hand.
“You don’t know how amazing he is. He has walked for many international brands, and not too long ago, he even signed an endorsement deal with a top-tier brand. But because one of their advertisements was discriminatory towards people of Chinese descent— and the brand founder stubbornly refused to admit fault and even insulted the consumers, he immediately issued a statement, declaring that he would no longer work with that brand. He truly has both exceptional business abilities and solid moral principles.”
Huo Tingxiao raised his eyes, watching the male model who walked with an air, exuding a cold demeanor and almost as tall as himself, and appraised.
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“Average at best.”
“Average? He’s currently the only model from our country among the world’s top ten male models and holds the highest commercial value in Asia. Besides, he can paint, play the piano, and is an author. He’s very impressive. How is that just average?”
The admiration in Mu Lan’s voice made Huo Tingxiao snort.
“Average in every way.”
“Forget it, I won’t argue with you. Did you see that outfit he’s wearing? I think it would suit you too— your shoulders are broader, and your legs are long. It’s just that your waist needs to be a bit narrower, probably some adjustments needed. Perhaps adding some pleated detailing would work.”
Huo Tingxiao listened to her well-reasoned talk; she shone with an entirely different allure and vibe. Watching her put a hand to her mouth, leaning towards him and whispering so as to not disturb others watching the show, he was unwittingly mesmerized.
“Hmm, the fan-shaped pleated design is great, too— asymmetrical yet harmonious. This designer is truly… impressive.”
“If you’re going to watch the show, can you please stop talking nonstop? Who do you think you are, some expert?”
Sheng Xueqin, having eavesdropped on part of their conversation, cast sarcastic remarks with her mocking tone.
Mu Lan didn’t bother to retaliate; she was fully engrossed in the entire show. When the designer came out to give thanks at the end, Mu Lan was momentarily stunned.
“Such a young designer.”
Looking on with envy, Mu Lan thought to herself how she, too, yearned for the day she could have her own brand, invite models she admired to walk the runway, and stand on the catwalk, happily thanking all the audience members.
Ah… such a beautiful wish.
After the first show ended, there was a fifteen-minute intermission. Mu Lan pulled Huo Tingxiao backstage, while Lin Yize, who wanted to join them, had no choice but to wait.
Before long, Sheng Xueqin came over in her high heels and looked surprised upon seeing Lin Yize.
“I didn’t expect Mr. Lin to be interested in such events.”
“A friend is a senior executive of the organizer, just here to show some support,” Lin Yize found a perfect excuse, and Sheng Xueqin was intrigued.
“Oh, what a coincidence? Our Shengshi Department Store is also involved in the organization of this event. Could it be one of our people?”
“He’s an independent planner, not working for Shengshi. Miss Sheng, are you planning to dedicate all your energy to Shengshi Department Store? I wonder if there will be a chance to collaborate with you in the future.”
Sheng Xueqin smiled slightly.
“Mr. Lin truly is a businessman, always looking for opportunities.
However, as you should know, that plot of land isn’t up for auction yet, and several corporations are eyeing it. It’s not certain yet whether it’ll end up in my hands.”
Lin Yize raised an eyebrow, naturally not buying Sheng Xueqin’s official talk.
“With Miss Sheng’s decisive methods, acquiring that project should be as easy as reaching into a bag. I’m genuinely interested in collaborating with Shengshi, and I hope Miss Sheng would consider giving me a chance.”
“I’ll take Mr. Lin’s words as a blessing for now. If things go smoothly, I’ll think about the collaboration.”
Backstage.
Mu Lan finally found the designer who was surrounded by people and naturally couldn’t miss the opportunity to take a photo with him.
Huo Tingxiao had never done this sort of thing before, holding a phone and playing photographer. He snapped several pictures without considering composition or lighting, his shooting technique distinctly a layman’s: either extremely close-up portraits or random shots with a bunch of people in them.
Mu Lan looked at the photos on the phone and was somewhat dissatisfied but felt embarrassed to trouble the designer to pose with her again.
“Sir, are you interested in becoming a model?”
The designer’s eyes shone as he looked at Huo Tingxiao, as if he had discovered some treasure. However, Huo Tingxiao, without thinking, declined:
“Not interested.”
“Your looks are truly exceptional. I could refer you to some excellent agencies. Honestly, if you’d be willing to join the industry, I guarantee you’d be on the Paris Fashion Week runway within six months. Those haute couture brands would definitely be fighting to have you walk their shows.”
Huo Tingxiao lost patience, treating the designer as if he were invisible and hurrying Mu Lan.
“The next show is about to start.”
Mu Lan was still a bit stunned. The way the designer had looked at Huo Tingxiao had been even more intense than the auntie’s at the amusement park last time.
“Sorry, my husband isn’t interested in the catwalk. My apologies.”
The word “husband” made Huo Tingxiao’s heart skip a beat.
“Ah, what a pity, such great potential.”
Pulling Huo Tingxiao away, the designer’s regretful sighs could be heard from behind them.
“What did you just say?”
Mu Lan looked up, meeting Huo Tingxiao’s deep black eyes.
“Hmm? What did I say? I said you weren’t interested in the catwalk.”
“That’s not the exact phrase.”
Mu Lan thought back a moment and, upon meeting his intense gaze, her face suddenly turned red.
“Oh, well, it’s all the same. The next show is about to start. Hurry up, or we’ll be late.”
When they returned to their seats, Sheng Xueqin’s presence made the atmosphere increasingly delicate.
“Miss Sheng, your foot is better, I hope?”
Sheng Xueqin couldn’t help but smile insincerely at Mu Lan’s comment, her eyes fixed on Huo Tingxiao, unable to be drawn away.
“Much better, thank you for your concern Miss Mu.”
Noticing Sheng Xueqin’s gaze, Mu Lan naturally took a seat between the two and intentionally leaned closer to Huo Tingxiao, displaying intimacy as if declaring her territory.
“It’s really kind of you to be concerned about me, Miss Sheng. I’ve been feeling guilty about your injury.
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I’ve been wanting to find a chance to apologize to you in person. I hope you can forgive my unintentional mistake.”
Sheng Xueqin looked at Mu Lan, thinking to herself, playing the gentle and kind act today, wanting to put up a show of innocence in front of Tingxiao? Hmph! Such a scheming woman.
“You shouldn’t feel troubled by what you said Miss Mu. A bit of conflict due to misunderstandings is only natural, I won’t hold it against you.
On the contrary… I hope you and Tingxiao haven’t been upset because of me.”
Mu Lan secretly curled her lips, typical Sheng Xueqin, a cunning white lotus who couldn’t be underestimated. The slightest lack of vigilance could land you in her mental traps.
“Then you’ll have to ask Huo Tingxiao.”
Deftly passing the buck to Huo Tingxiao, come on, start your performance; I can’t be bothered to entertain this little white lotus.
“Tingxiao, you two… haven’t been arguing because of me, right?”
Sheng Xueqin put on a face brimming with concern, her act almost convincing.
