Strike Back, Proud Goddess!

The next morning, Tang Xi was woken up by the alarm clock at five am. Although today’s show would start at seven pm, there were too many things to prepare for today. First of all, she needed to confirm the guest list, and then the layout of the venue and the models.

Although the jobs had almost been done in the rehearsal yesterday, Tang Xi still felt she should go there early to see if there was anything she missed out.

Chu Ling thought the same way. He had been very busy these days, or to be exact, even busier than Tang Xi, but he had still reached the show field early this morning.

Qiao Liang had planned to come with Tang Xi, but he suddenly had something to tend to, so he asked Little Six to send Tang Xi over and he went to deal with his business.

It was two pm when they finished laying out the show field. Tang Xi leaned against a tree, looked at the newly-built backstage and U-shaped runway over the lake and gave a faint smile. “Finally! If it hadn’t been for you, I might not be able to finish these jobs so quickly. I didn’t expect it could be so tiring.”

Although she just ordered people to do the jobs instead of doing them herself, she had been exhausted…

Chu Ling took a look at her and smiled. “Go have a rest. You still have to walk the runway tonight. As our company’s trump card, you gotta keep energetic.”

Tang Xi smiled at him and patted his shoulder. “You should take a rest too. You didn’t have a good rest these days, did you?”

The fashion show was going to begin. Tang Xi must show up in the show field with the identity of Xiao Rou tonight. She had planned to create gimmicks by appearing there with the face of Tang Xi, but now she had to give up this plan. She called Lawrence and Carl and apologized to them that she couldn’t go to the fashion show tonight.

Carl and Lawrence understood that she was in a bad mood because of what Qin Xinying did to her, so they didn’t mind her absence.

Qiao Liang arrived at the site at about six pm with Lu Li and Wen Ning. He was actually surprised that Wen Ning handled Lu Li so soon…

Tang Xi was receiving guests at the gate. Seeing the three of them, she came up to them with a smile and greeted Wen Ning, “Sister Wen Ning, welcome. If you think any piece of clothing you see tonight fits your taste, just tell me and I’ll have people deliver it to you.”

“Thank you! But I’ll definitely buy the clothes that I like.” Wen Ning, holding Lu Li’s arm answered with a smile. Then she asked Lu Li, “Shall we go in?” Lu Li nodded at Tang Xi and the two of them entered the show field.

Tang Xi had a staff member lead them to their seats.

Soon He Wanyi and the others had come. Due to He Wanyi, some Chinese journalists had also come with them, although there weren’t many foreign journalists.

Tang Xi was not disappointed though, because she knew her brand was obscure in China, let alone France. She wouldn’t be able to reach the sky in a single leap, especially in France which had a very good sense of fashion.

“This way please. I’ve arranged seats for you.”

After they walked in, Qiao Liang asked Tang Xi, “Are you tired?”

Tang Xi shook her head. “Chu Ling helped me a lot. I’m fine.”

“Aren’t you going in?” Qiao Liang asked casually. He didn’t intend to force her to take a rest, because he knew she wouldn’t listen to him. She had always been a stubborn girl.

Tang Xi shook her head. “I’ll wait for Lawrence and Carl here. As long as they come, people will notice this show.”

Qiao Liang nodded and patted Tang Xi’s shoulder. She smiled at Qiao Liang. “Just go in. Chu Ling will come out soon. With him here, I believe Lawrence and Carl won’t be disappointed.”

Qiao Liang nodded and took an affection glance at Tang Xi. “Don’t work too hard.” Then he walked into the show field.

After a short while, Chu Ling came out. He looked at Tang Xi and asked, “Haven’t Lawrence and Carl come yet?”

Tang Xi nodded and took a look at her watch. The show would be starting in half an hour, but they hadn’t come yet. If they wouldn’t come…

Just then, the crowd was in an uproar. Tang Xi looked up only to see two familiar figures come out of a car. Tang Xi smiled and walked up to them. “Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Carl, nice to meet you. I’m Xiao Rou. Miss Tang Xi has told me you will come here tonight.”

Lawrence was not enthusiastic to strangers, neither did Carl. They just nodded at Tang Xi indifferently. “Hello, Miss Xiao.”

At this time, Chu Ling walked over. He looked at them even more coldly. Tang Xi helplessly took a breath. She knew how grumpy Chu Ling could be. If she hadn’t saved his life, she might also have been the victim of his short temper!

With this in mind, Tang Xi tugged on Chu Ling’s arm and introduced him to the two of them. “This is our company’s CEO Chu Ling, and they are…”

Carl and Lawrence looked at Carl in surprise and Carl asked Chu Ling incredulously, “Alvin, how come you became this company’s CEO? I remember you said you didn’t want to work for anyone? Is what I’m seeing true?”

Lawrence looked surprised too. He gazed at Chu Ling and shook his head. “Alvin, don’t tell me your work will be presented in this show!”

“Alvin?” Xiao Rou looked at Chu Ling in astonishment. He was Alvin? She knew who Alvin was. He was a black horse in the fashion circle, or to be exact, he was the king of the fashion world. He had been standing on the top of fashion over a decade ago. But he never appeared in the media. Except his friends, very few people knew what he looked like.

But… Tang Xi was confused. He was supposed to be a teenager over a decade ago. Had he become famous at such a young age?!

Did Lawrence and Carl mistake Chu Ling as someone else?!

Chu Ling shrugged. “I can only tell you what you are seeing is true.”

He didn’t explain to them why he was here.

Carl shook his head and Lawrence said with a smile, “Let’s have a drink after the show?”

“Okay.” Chu Ling took a look at them. “But the reports about the show of The Queen…”

Lawrence shook his head with a smile. “I’ll write a report myself for this show as long as the clothes are to my taste, alright?”

Tang Xi’s eyes lit up. Even Tang Xi wouldn’t be able to have Lawrence write a report for this fashion show himself…