Qu Wei's肚兜 was a vibrant crimson, intricately embroidered with delicate plum blossoms, exuding a traditional charm. However, combined with glimpses of snow-white skin, it was enough to captivate anyone who beheld it.
Thus, Huang He found himself unable to resist, and in this small building, a creation of French royal artisans, he acted.
It began with words, then hands joined in, followed by a full embrace, culminating in a moment of global peace.
"You don't need to worry about it," Qu Wei said casually as she dressed, "I know you have a wife. This was just because you were so incredibly cool, Boss, I couldn't help myself!"
"Uh..." Huang He's expression was complex; he didn't know how to respond.
It was true that Qu Wei had been the more passionate one. Huang He had been pinned beneath her throughout, but the upside was enhanced stamina. Huang He had managed to conquer her twice.
"Oh, right. If I have any more needs in the future, I'll come find you again, Boss. You won't resist, will you?" Qu Wei suddenly asked.
"Cough, cough!" Huang He cleared his throat. "We'll see."
"Tsk!" Qu Wei tutted, pulling on her flesh-toned stockings. "By the way, Boss, you don't have any strong possessive tendencies, do you?"
"What do you mean?" Huang He retorted.
"Like, you don't think, 'She's my woman now, you're not allowed to see other men, or else you're cheating on me, and I'll get revenge'?" Qu Wei inquired.
"I don't think so..." Huang He was uncertain.
His uncertainty stemmed from imagining the scenario. If Qu Wei were to do something like that, Huang He would feel only a slight discomfort. But if it were Zhi Ruo, Zhi Meng, or Zhi Wen, he would have the urge to destroy the world.
"Wait, why is Zhi Meng here?" Huang He scratched his head, suddenly feeling he was drifting further down the path of perversion.
"Okay, I was afraid you wouldn't let me have boyfriends in the future!" Qu Wei's expression shifted slightly, and then she said with a smile, "How about this? If I ever take a liking to another man, I'll tell you first. If you approve, then I'll go for him. What do you say?"
"Why are you telling me this?" Huang He's face darkened.
"I want to. What business is it of yours?" Qu Wei rolled her eyes and then walked away with her signature intellectual and elegant stride. Huang He was left feeling somewhat dejected, suddenly feeling like he was the one who had been freeloaded.
The wasted morning had a significant impact, disrupting and delaying various progress. Consequently, the grand show had to be postponed to 8 PM, with Ketel's employees having to work on final touches while the models walked the runway.
In short, Ketel had never experienced such chaos in his life. However, Ketel was no longer as angry as he had been at the start. He realized he might be in the midst of a historical event, a direct participant, which lifted his spirits considerably.
The models, however, were not in such good spirits. Due to the numerous disruptions, many models hadn't had time for rehearsals, making the entire process quite chaotic and marking it as the worst Paris Fashion Week debut in the last decade.
Yet, in reality, no one seemed to care. Countless journalists were furiously snapping pictures, eager to find the legendary Chinese designer and the Chinese boss.
Unfortunately, it was rumored that the Chinese designer's appearance was scheduled for the next day, making it impossible to see them today, much to the disappointment of many reporters.
In essence, the opening show of Paris Fashion Week on its first day was meant to be the most important event, drawing the largest crowd of journalists and socialites.
However, this grand show seemed to fade into the background, as the attention of all the journalists was focused elsewhere. This, however, brought another sigh of relief to Ketel, as no one would notice the numerous oversights in his venue setup.
It was worth noting that later, Ketel specifically searched the nearby trees and discovered bird's nests on three of them simultaneously.
Although these nests were empty of eggs or birds, and the artificial construction of the nests was evident, their very presence sent a shiver down Ketel's spine.
Huang He paid no attention to the official show that evening. He had spent the entire night with Hu Jing, meticulously planning for the future of the Tuileries Garden. Huang He wouldn't be staying in France for long, and the renovation and operation of the Tuileries Garden would entirely rely on his subordinates. This necessitated a detailed plan.
He worked until the early hours of the morning, and combined with the intense activities of the afternoon, Huang He, feeling utterly exhausted, slept until past 11 AM the next day.
After a brief rest at the hotel, it was already two or three in the afternoon when Huang He leisurely arrived at the Tuileries Garden. There, he saw the designer from yesterday, who had been full of charm, now standing before the main stage.
"When does rehearsal start?" Huang He asked curiously.
"It's almost our turn. We have an hour to get familiar with the stage!" Qu Wei said with a smile. This time, the organizing committee was very accommodating. Normally, a designer would only get about thirty minutes for rehearsal, as everyone was waiting for their turn on the stage.
However, Qu Wei was directly given an hour, clearly indicating special treatment. It was evident that the Fashion Association dared not offend their boss, Mr. Huang, again.
Soon, the time arrived. Although the previous designer was reluctant, they were gently escorted off the stage by the venue staff. It was now time for Qu Wei's models to appear.
"I have prepared a total of seven outfits, five for women and two for men. Two of them are modified, simple to wear, and are updated versions of Hanfu suitable for modern life!"
"The remaining five are entirely new designs," Qu Wei proudly introduced her work. "They retain the form of Hanfu, but with new designs in color, patterns, and accessories, making them more appealing to modern aesthetics!" She added, "For this fashion show, I have trained these models for half a month!"
"They are all Chinese or of Chinese descent. After my training, they will surely showcase the beauty of Hanfu perfectly!" As Qu Wei was speaking, the BGM for "Spring River Flower Moon Night" began to play.
"Haven't you seen that incredibly popular Chinese supermodel around the world, the one with the distinctive high-fashion face?" Qu Wei said with a hint of annoyance. "These are Asian models with high-fashion faces that I painstakingly found in France. They are the best!"
"Oh!" Huang He said, a laugh bordering on anger escaping him. "So, you think these high-fashion faces are beautiful?"
"This..." Qu Wei was taken aback and fell silent.
"If you think these high-fashion faces are beautiful, I'll have someone give you plastic surgery back home to make you look like them!" Huang He said coldly, his voice laced with an icy chill.
Qu Wei suddenly had a feeling that if she insisted that high-fashion faces were beautiful, Huang He would genuinely have someone perform surgery on her.
"No, of course, I don't think they're beautiful. But this is due to the difference between Eastern and Western cultures. Westerners just find these high-fashion faces beautiful, and they are more suitable for modeling!" Qu Wei said.