bioinnovel Chapter 284, Stop 2: Paris Fashion Week
Chapter 284, Stop 2: Paris Fashion Week
The camera pans across the shimmering waters of the Seine and slowly cuts into the ancient and majestic Arc de Triomphe.
In the distance, the Eiffel Tower stands proudly in the slightly misty Parisian morning. This rich European industrial aesthetic and romantic atmosphere instantly replaces the salty sea breeze of the Maldives with the scent of expensive perfume.
Lin Zhou held Su Qingge's hand as they walked down the vintage Champs-Élysées, while the convoy behind them discreetly kept a half-block distance.
"Is this what you mean by 'being slapped in the face' every day?"
Su Qingge linked arms with Lin Zhou, looking at the exquisite Baroque buildings around them.
Today she wore a sleek dark brown cashmere coat over a silk shirt, and a pair of stylish sunglasses perched on her nose. Her cool and aloof aura still caught the eye on the foreign streets.
Lin Zhou turned his head and looked at his wife's face, a face that would make passersby turn their heads.
He lazily tugged at the corners of his lips, his tone carrying a hint of the nonchalance of a big shot.
"Today's home turf is yours. That top-tier blue-blooded brand called 'GV' sincerely sent out an invitation six months ago."
"Of course, to make you more comfortable, I also became their biggest individual sponsor for this season's world tour."
Su Qingge was stunned for a moment, then shook her head helplessly.
"Your 'casual' action would probably make the hearts of Parisian bankers race."
"As long as my wife is happy, it doesn't matter to me if their hearts stop beating."
Lin Zhou laughed heartily, casually put his arm around her slender waist, and the two walked towards the classical opera house show venue, which was already surrounded by the media.
Inside the show, the lighting was luxurious yet restrained.
The air is filled with a rich fragrance, mixed with the luxurious feel of top-quality leather and silk.
The moment Lin Zhou and Su Qingge appeared, the previously noisy front row area fell into a brief silence.
The two were seated in the central "01" and "02" seats.
This is the true front row; even Hollywood's top A-list stars can only sit diagonally behind them.
"Oh, look at this nouveau riche from the East, where did he come from?"
A sharp, arrogant French voice drifted over from Su Qingge's left.
The speaker was a sophisticated Western socialite with long, elegantly styled light blonde hair and a valuable crocodile handbag in her hand.
Her eyes, filled with disdain, swept over Su Qingge with a critical look.
"Are they now letting in these highbrow art shows, even people of unknown Asian descent?"
Several flamboyantly dressed European socialites around them also let out a low, sarcastic laugh.
They deliberately spoke loudly in French, their words filled with contempt and exclusion towards Su Qingge, a new face.
Su Qingge's eyes remained calm, and she didn't even take off her sunglasses.
She tilted her head slightly and naturally retorted in fluent and authentic Parisian French:
"If identity is defined solely by skin color and volume of voice, then I think this young lady's understanding of 'art' may still be stuck in medieval prejudices."
The socialite's face stiffened; she clearly hadn't expected this Eastern woman's French to be so elegant yet sharp.
"you……"
"besides."
Su Qingge slowly crossed her legs, straightened her back, and instantly enveloped the surroundings with her aura.
"Sitting next to the biggest investor this season, I think you should learn to maintain basic courtesy; otherwise, your invitation may be invalidated due to 'incompatibility of aesthetics'."
The socialite shut her mouth awkwardly, her eyes filled with resentment, but she dared not utter another word.
Lin Zhou rested his chin on his hand, his eyes filled with doting admiration.
"Honey, the way you looked like a queen on inspection just now was really captivating."
Lin Zhou leaned close to her ear, his voice low and suggestive.
Su Qingge's pretty face was slightly tense from the previous exchange, but when she heard his praise, she immediately lost her composure.
"It's all because of being spoiled by a 'domineering sponsor' like you."
"Well done. My woman, Lin Zhou's woman, will never have to swallow her anger, no matter where she is on this earth."
Lin Zhou casually took a glass of champagne from the waiter, his eyes sweeping over the entire room with nonchalant ease.
That sense of control that emanated from his very being made all the celebrities who had originally wanted to point fingers wisely withdraw their gazes.
Just then, a stirring and heavy drumbeat suddenly rang out.
All the lights suddenly went out, except for a blinding lilac spotlight shining in the center of the runway.
"The show has begun."
Su Qingge straightened her back and focused her gaze on the dreamlike glass corridor.
One by one, supermodels with a cool demeanor and powerful strides took to the stage.
Silk, feathers, and exaggerated metal components intertwine on them to create a cutting-edge sense of fashion.
Su Qingge was completely absorbed in watching.
She genuinely appreciates this expression of beauty and order.
Lin Zhou, however, watched rather perfunctorily. His attention remained fixed on Su Qingge's profile, occasionally glancing at the models' poses out of the corner of his eye.
The atmosphere at the show reached a frenzied climax as the music intensified.
That starry gown, the "soulful finale," is about to make its appearance.
The lights and shadows in the entire show venue began to flash wildly, and the sound of camera shutters clicking densely filled the air.
however.
The moment Helena, the famous top model known as the "Aurora Goddess," appeared at the stage entrance.
Her exquisite, yet 20-centimeter-high art heels stood out starkly on the slippery glass floor.
"Snap!"
That was the clear sound of bones dislocating.
In the quiet show venue, the sound was precisely transmitted to the ears of the guests in the front row.
Helena's face turned deathly pale instantly, and she fell awkwardly to the side as she lost her balance.
That was a one-of-a-kind dress worth thirty million euros, which at that moment was dangerously hanging on the cold railing because of her fall.
Chaos erupted throughout the venue.
The music was still playing awkwardly, but the order on stage had completely collapsed.
The designer screamed in terror backstage.
"Oh my god! The show is going to be a disaster!"
Su Qingge frowned deeply as she looked at the model on stage, who was in pain but still trying to maintain her dignity.
Lin Zhou's eyes instantly became deep.
He looked at the chaotic scene and turned to look at Su Qingge with amusement.
"Honey, it seems this show really needs a 'savior'."
Su Qingge bit her lower lip, a resolute glint flashing in her eyes.
"Lin Zhou, do you know how to take pictures?"
Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow.
"Of course. What kind of angle do you want?"
Su Qingge stood up gracefully, and her aura in that instant completely overshadowed all the panic in the room.
"I want you to take a picture of me at my most beautiful."