south to the north of the city, each eager to see her humiliated. Even if there wasn't Song Qiao today, there would be Li Qiao and Zhao Qiao tomorrow.She accepted her fate.She licked her dry lips and...Other groups' fashion shows are held under bright lights, for fear that their designed dresses won't shine.

Only Menglan shut off most of the lights, creating a mysterious dark and edgy runway for the show.

The models gracefully strutted their way onto the runway.

Their originally dull gowns, however, seemed to be imbued with life under the influence of this environment. It was a breathtaking sight beyond words.

Like a phoenix, bursting forth from the darkness of despair, alive and vibrant!

The audience at the scene was like watching a high-end movie, dumbfounded, until the end of the show exhibition, they all reached out to applaud.

The applause was especially thunderous, lasting for a full three minutes.

Meng Lan had already quietly retreated to the corner, her dark eyes fixed intently on every movement of the models on the runway. A wave of excitement surged through her, and she clutched the microphone tightly in her hand.

Though her face was expressionless, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Overwhelmed with emotion, she turned her back and used the fabric of her clothes on her shoulder to wipe away her tears, but the more she wiped, the more tears flowed, uncontrollably sliding down her cheeks.

The excitement in my heart is beyond words.

It wasn't the applause of the audience that brought tears to her eyes, but the fact that she had truly… returned to this runway again.

She had always kept her passion for the fashion design industry hidden deep in her heart, never daring to touch it. For so many years, she had also denied it to herself.

But now, when she has picked up her dream again, she feels like she is truly living.

To live like a normal person.

Such a lively and interesting way of life.

She fought her hardest in this battle, but it was also very apparent that she fought beautifully.

The voting proceeded quickly, and without a doubt, only Menglan and Qiaoke's works remained side by side in first place, which means another round of judge voting is needed.

After much deliberation, the final decision ultimately rested on a single crucial vote held by the third-ranked candidate.

He leaned back against the chair, idly twirling a fan in his hand, and nonchalantly remarked, "Hmm, both sets of abilities are incredibly powerful, it's truly a difficult choice. Joker's work is flawless, impeccable, and deeply moving."

"Thank you." A smug smile played on Chok's lips.

He seemed to have secured his first place, his face radiating confidence. However, the look in his eyes when he glanced at Menglan was no longer one to be underestimated, carrying a thick layer of hostility.

Menglan was the strongest opponent he had faced in all his years of work.

It's not that she's exceptionally skilled, but rather that she possesses a natural talent, as if she was born to do this. Watching her is truly enviable.

As the saying goes, a person's success cannot be separated from hard work.

But some fields, in the end, are really not achieved by effort alone.

Menglan stood motionless on the runway. Her expression didn't reveal much emotion, but her tightly clenched palms were already slick with sweat.

Really... Is that it We're really losing like this

She was a little unwilling to accept it...

"However, Miss Meng's work and her design philosophy really caught my eye. Although it may not appeal to the masses, the design world has become too formulaic in recent years, and what we need is innovation."

Lao San said, then tossed the ticket in his hand to Meng Lan. He looked directly at the camera with a gentle yet firm gaze.

"Miss Meng, you are very talented. I look forward to your future works~"

“……” As soon as the words left her lips, Meng Lan froze in place, unable to react for a long time.

What does this mean

Has she won!

Until the scene erupted in thunderous applause, and towards the end also walked onto the stage, excitedly hugging her, her voice brimming with uncontainable excitement, “Congratulations, Mengjie, you won! I knew you could do it!”

Meng Lan only then reacted, she seemed to feel it was not real. She whispered softly,

"I... did I win"

"Yes, you win." Xiang Wan deliberately emphasized the syllable.

He looked at Menglan with unwavering eyes, holding her hand tightly, and reminded her again, "Mengjie, I knew you could do it. Sure enough, I didn't misread you."

Meng Lan's throat tightened, trying to suppress the excitement bubbling within her, but the joy in her eyes was undeniable.

Hearing the cheers of the audience below, her body trembled with excitement. Her red lips parted slightly, and she struggled to utter the word "thank you."

She looked at the judges and audience below, clenching the microphone tightly as she tried to think of what to say. But her words caught in her throat, and she felt like nothing she could say was appropriate. She could only keep bowing.

As the show neared its end, media members stood up one after another, carrying their cameras and microphones, rushing forward to film her face.

"Miss Meng, as a newcomer to the design world, you managed to win the championship. Could you please share your winning speech"

The flash was a bit blinding, Menglan was a little irritated and didn't look at the camera. She had a psychological shadow of the media because she had been insulted and scolded in previous interviews.

Moreover, I don't know if it was a live broadcast.

Fei Feng discovered that Mu had slipped out already, he would probably be very angry.

When my mood was getting agitated, Han Cheng suddenly pushed his way through the crowd, holding a bouquet of blue wind chimes in his hand. His handsome face was beaming with a sunny smile, “Congratulations, Meng the design genius.”

Mènlán froze, "You didn't leave"

"I told you I wouldn't be doing anything tonight, and with you competing on stage, how could I possibly leave without making sure you were okay" Han Cheng smiled as he walked forward, placing the flower in her arms. "I remember this was your favorite before."

"No need." Menglan blushed, lowering her head.

She didn't want to face the media anyway, but unexpectedly, Han Cheng suddenly appeared with a bouquet of flowers. Whether intentional or not, he pushed her directly into the spotlight.

Han Cheng deliberately ignored her embarrassment, reaching out to touch her head, his eyes full of pampering and proud reminder,

"Time flies, the little girl I've watched grow up is now standing on the runway, so radiant."

“...”

The moment the words left her lips, the media erupted in a chorus of gasps. Several sharp-eyed reporters recognized Menglan's identity and launched into heated discussions:

"My God, isn't this Meng Boss from the Dreamland I heard she was rumored to be with an older man not too long ago. She came out so quickly"

"Really Isn't she entangled with Feng Mu How come after a few days, she's become the vice president of Han Corporation"

"This woman's way of seducing men is truly remarkable."

As those accusing voices echoed, Menglan's face turned ashen. The thing she dreaded most had come to pass.

Why

She was already careful enough and didn't want to cause trouble.

But these rumors, they just won't let her go!

Meng Lan's footsteps retreated, she tried to leave, but suddenly her wrist was grasped tightly. A warm voice came from Han Cheng's ear, "Perhaps you have misunderstood something. Meng Lan and I have known each other since high school, and it has always been me chasing her."

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