After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Chapter 302: Shanyue Zhiheng and Shen Chuyue, Far from Compa

In just under five years, the Shanyue Zhiheng brand has swiftly beco a high-end dostic fashion brand with considerable international influence.

Last year, it was even invited to participate in the most prestigious international fashion event. If she rembers correctly, it was trending for several days.

Since then, its popularity has shown no signs of waning.

Many celebrities attending red carpet events no longer just focus on those big foreign brands; quite a few red carpet outfits from Shanyue Zhiheng have gone viral.

As an agent in the entertainnt industry, Tong Yue is naturally much more insightful about this kind of information than the average person.

She has occasionally dread of her artists landing an endorsent from the Shanyue Zhiheng brand.

However, she never imagined Shanyue Zhiheng would be connected to the Shen Group. After all, judging by the information available to the public and what’s been searched online, the Shen Group has traditionally been involved in conventional industries. National fashion brands and the entertainnt industry, which have only beco popular in recent years, don’t seem to be part of Shen Group’s visible scope.

But large groups like this have a plethora of internal information that only top executives can access fully. Ordinary people can only glean a tiny fraction through online channels, and even basic employees within the group may not know what industries the group is involved in.

The hotel’s internet speed was fast, and just a sip of water to calm her nerves revealed the results.

The three of them huddled around the tablet screen, looking at the answers underneath the question.

There weren’t many accounts answering this question, both personal and official ones.

Lu Zhengzheng scrolled through the screen, found what seed to be the most reliable and recent account, and read aloud: "Shanyue Zhiheng was founded in xx year and is currently one of the most well-known fashion brands in the country. The founder, Shen Chuyue, established the Shanyue Zhiheng studio on the eve of her college graduation and propelled it to international fa in less than five years. Nevertheless, rumors have it that besides her outstanding talent, capital might also have helped facilitate her success."

"Currently, the most common speculation is that Shen Group is behind her, after all, Shen Chuyue also has the surna Shen and might even be a legitimate mber of the Shen family. But Shen Chuyue hasn’t responded to this, nor has any association between Shanyue Zhiheng and Shen Group been verified. Thus, this is purely the editor’s personal conjecture. Ahem, please forgive any offense!"

Tong Yue rubbed her ears and cast a wry glance at Lu Zhengzheng: "There’s no need to read those last two sentences."

Lu Zhengzheng chuckled: "It’s good to start and end properly!"

Xu Ling’an looked at the na purposely highlighted in blue on the screen and softly read aloud: "Shen Chuyue."

Two pairs of eyes imdiately looked over, "An’an, do you know this person as well?"

"No, no," Xu Ling’an quickly shook her head, "I just think the na sounds nice and quite poetic."

"Indeed." Tong Yue and Lu Zhengzheng both nodded in agreent.

They continued searching for other answers, but none confird that Shanyue Zhiheng belonged to the Shen Group; most were just speculation.

Tong Yue closed the tablet with a wave of her hand, "Forget it; it’s nothing worth dwelling on. Let nature take its course. You two have been following Lingxi the whole day; go back to your room for a bath and rest up."

Xu Ling’an paused at the bedroom door, hesitated for a mont, but ultimately said nothing more.

She actually had a hypothesis.

To date, she had only t two people from the Shen family.

Brother-in-law Shen Yunqing, and Shen Yunqing’s cousin Shen Huchen. By listening to their nas, they shared one common trait, which was a traditional, uncommon flavor.

And the na Shen Chuyue that she had just seen was also in this style.

However, based on this na similarity alone, she couldn’t definitively say they were from the sa family.

Jiang Lingxi only rembered before falling asleep that she forgot to confirm sothing with Shen Yunqing.

Were those three dresses ordered by him and sent to Tong’s sister?

With her eyes half-closed, she reached for her phone to check the ti, then silently decided against sending a ssage.

Anyway, they would et again tomorrow, no need to rush.

*

While it was peaceful on one side, so people were still sleepless.

"Teacher Jing, Sister Xu is in a bad mood today."

The two of them exchanged glances and smiled wryly at one another.

If the person they needed to serve carefully was unhappy, they naturally couldn’t feel at ease.

He himself wasn’t having a good day either!

First, he was outperford by an amateur guest in the calligraphy segnt. Then, he embarrassed himself at dinner with Xu Qingi. Fortunately, no one noticed at the ti, but later on, a high school student, who happened to be his fan, gave him a lecture on not wasting food.

That al was mandatory, and he ate without any enjoynt.

Who could he talk to about all this pent-up frustration?

Jing Huai suppressed the urge to complain and thoughtfully nodded, "Let have a word with Sister Qingi to see if I can lift her spirits a bit."

Otherwise, he’d still be the one to bear the brunt.

The assistant looked relieved, "Thank you, Teacher Jing."

A fellow traveler dies, but the poor one survives. Having gained from participating in this episode, it’s imperative to offer sothing in return.

She watched Jing Huai leave.

Today, she stayed beside Xu Qingi and witnessed her repeated setbacks in front of that Mr. Shen, to the point of losing face completely.

It beca evident later that Mr. Shen knew Jiang Lingxi, and their relationship seed decent, which was like stabbing another knife into Xu Qingi’s already wounded pride.

Nobody likes having their embarrassing monts seen by others, especially by those they have authority over.

As an assistant, it was best for her now to subtly withdraw from the sight of her superior, avoiding annoyance.

Fortunately, Jing Huai was available to step in at this ti.

Jing Huai lightly knocked on the door of the presidential suite and waited nearly fifteen minutes before hearing, "Get in here!"

Of course, he wouldn’t literally roll in. Once inside, he remained quiet and walked towards the only lit balcony.

"Sister Qingi."

"Go, change into this outfit before coming over."

Jing Huai followed the direction of Xu Qingi’s gesture, seeing a gray silk embroidered shirt. Though puzzled, it’s not the ti to ask. He obediently took it to the restroom to change.

When he erged dressed, Xu Qingi looked up at the noise and imdiately frowned upon seeing him.

"Far from it!"

Jing Huai didn’t catch it clearly, instinctively asking, "What?"

"Nothing," Xu Qingi dismissively waved, pointing to the sofa, "Sit there properly, don’t speak, just sit."

Jing Huai: "..."

What’s the aning of this now?

But since he just needed to sit quietly and not serve as a punching bag, as he gravitated towards the sofa and sat, he safely released a sigh of relief in the dim light.

He didn’t hear Xu Qingi mutter indistinctly, "Finally, there’s a bit of resemblance."