Many high-end brands participated in the fashion week, and their celebrity endorsers were all popular stars, making the autograph session very lively.
Through her connections with the Yun family, Yun Shu managed to enter the autograph session and pushed her way to the front row. However, she didn't realize that someone was following her.
After entering the autograph session, Quan Jiu found a suitable spot where she could see Yun Shu without exposing herself.
Soon, however, she discovered a problem: the person following her was quite bothersome.
Quan Jiu glared at Chu Rong impatiently, "If you want to follow, that's your business. But if you're in my way, that becomes my business."
Chu Rong cooperatively took a step back, so he was no longer visible even from the corner of her eye at a 180-degree angle.
Quan Jiu paused, then turned around and said, "I need a nail clipper."
Chu Rong didn't ask any questions and turned to find a nail clipper.
Seeing how obedient he was, Quan Jiu couldn't help but smile. She then took out her phone, found the contact number for Fu Ji's agent, Meng Long, and sent him a message.
"Is Fu Ji at the autograph session right now?"
Meng Long quickly replied, "Yes, he's waiting backstage. What's up?"
Quan Jiu's lips curved slightly as she composed a message and sent it. Just as she finished, Chu Rong returned.
He placed the nail clipper in Quan Jiu's palm and then nonchalantly resumed his position behind her.
Quan Jiu tested it on her own nail; the blade was sharp.
She was quite pleased and, with a touch of mischief, turned back to Chu Rong and said lightly, "Since you want to follow, I won't stop you. Keep your eyes wide open later and watch how I play the villain."
Chu Rong, however, was delighted by her closeness, his eyes unable to hide his smile. His words were gentle yet laced with a hint of playfulness, "Fortunately, I'm not a good person either."
Quan Jiu was momentarily stunned, finding the exchange uninteresting, and said no more.
Soon, Meng Long replied, "Fu Ji is the next to appear."
Upon receiving the message, Quan Jiu quietly moved behind Yun Shu.
As she made her move, Chu Rong followed, his tall frame perfectly blocking the view from behind.
After the male star on stage finished signing his name, he struck a few standard poses for the flashing cameras before exiting from the other side. Then, Fu Ji made his entrance.
As the pillar of the original Hei Li, Fu Ji's fan influence was evident. The moment he appeared, the audience below went wild.
"Fu Ji, Fu Ji, Fu Ji..."
His fan club held up banners and light sticks, shouting wildly and raising the atmosphere in the venue to its peak.
Fu Ji first found a spot to sign his name, then smiled and greeted everyone present. Instantly, cheers and the clicking of cameras surged towards him like a tide.
Gradually, the fan crowd began to stir. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Fu Ji, I want a photo with you."
This remark was like flipping a switch. Fans, whether they were usually Fu Ji fans or not, started shouting for "photos," their voices immediately drowning out everything else in the venue.
Fu Ji paused his steps as he was about to leave the stage, flashing a standard professional smile. "Then, shall I randomly choose one person? Thank you all, please don't crowd, and don't cause any disturbance. Thank you. The one wearing the yellow dress, would you like to?"
His gaze fell upon Yun Shu in the front row.
Yun Shu was stunned, so overjoyed she could hardly believe it. She kept asking those around her, "Is it me? Is he referring to me?"
Without waiting for their answers, she lifted the hem of her skirt and ran onto the stage.
The fans immediately erupted into a commotion.
As Yun Shu moved forward, Quan Jiu released her grip at the opportune moment and, amidst the noise, turned around, smiling as she walked away.
Yun Shu ran onto the stage, her face flushed with excitement.
She gazed at Fu Ji adoringly, thinking gleefully: Since he chose me, he must have been captivated by my beauty. Perhaps I can even get his contact information, and with a few interactions, I might even start dating a celebrity.
Fu Ji smiled slightly, took the microphone from the host, and asked, "What is your name?"
Yun Shu let go of the hem of her skirt and reached for the microphone.
But at that very moment, as quick as lightning, her dress, without any warning, slipped off her body.
"Ah..." Yun Shu screamed in shock and immediately covered her chest, but it was too late. The strapless dress had already fallen to her waist, revealing her entire chest tape.
This sudden turn of events was something no one in the audience had anticipated.
Fu Ji immediately turned away. Out of gentlemanly conduct, he took off his suit jacket and handed it to Yun Shu with his back to her.
But Yun Shu paid no mind to this. She crouched on the ground, looking in horror at the flashing lights and cameras below, and the increasingly loud shouts of "shameless."
Clearly, this incident had angered the true fans in the audience.
"Don't shoot, you mustn't shoot." Yun Shu shrieked, tugging at her clothes. She managed to pull the fallen garment back up to her chest, then, holding onto it, she fled as if pursued.
The curses behind her felt like a death knell, impossible to shake off. The sound of shutters and flashes seemed to follow her like a shadow.
Yun Shu didn't know how long she ran before she stopped, panting. She looked at the stares around her. Although she was no longer at the autograph session, it felt as if she had never escaped.
What should she do? How could she face anyone again? The Yun family's business was substantial, and those wealthy wives all knew her. How could she ever show her face again?
"Ah... go away, go away, what are you looking at? Don't look, close your dog eyes, don't look."
She screamed wildly, clutching her dress, like a madwoman, looking at everything around her with terror, as if the slightest rustle of wind could startle her.
"Isn't this Miss Yun? What a coincidence, what are you doing here?" Quan Jiu appeared behind Yun Shu and asked with a light smile.
Yun Shu spun around and saw a bright, beautiful face. The memory of the suffocatingly embarrassing moment just now flooded back. Her eyes widened in hatred, and she cursed, "Bitch, get lost. I know you're here to laugh at me. Get lost, get lost."
Quan Jiu lazily brushed a stray strand of hair from her ear and sighed, "I saw you seemed a bit disoriented and wanted to ask if you needed any help. Since you don't, I won't impose."
She gracefully walked past Yun Shu but then stopped, saying softly, "Oh, right. I heard someone streaked at the autograph session. Do you want to go take a look? So many people, so many reporters, celebrities, and cameras. That fan must have lost their mind to do something so crazy. Sigh, I wonder what they were thinking. Their whole family probably won't be able to show their faces in public anymore."
"Shut up," Yun Shu roared, her face and neck turning red with shame and anger.
Quan Jiu said aggrievedly, "If you don't want to go, then don't. Why get so angry? It's not you who's embarrassed."
Having said that, she swayed her graceful figure and left, regardless of Yun Shu's expression behind her.
Next, Li Wei and Weng Yin.
A cold smile played on Quan Jiu's lips.
Five years ago, she had learned a lesson: repay every grievance, and eliminate any future trouble.