"Sister Qin Qing, you’re here too?" At the designated eting spot, Ling Ning saw not only Yang Bing and her daughter but also Qin Qing waiting there.
Yang Bing smiled at the surprised look on Ling Ning’s face and said, "Well~ Qin Qing and I go way back, and she’s also headed to where we’re going today."
"Old friends?"
"Yes, we used to work together often. She was my go-to model for a while, just like you are now~" Qin Qing explained.
Ling Ning’s curiosity grew even stronger upon hearing this.
"Could you tell where we’re going next?" Ling Ning tried to win so clues by giving Yang Bing her most adorable pleading look, her wide, watery eyes gazing up hopefully.
However, Yang Bing had been through this countless tis during their classes together and had developed an immunity. Early on, Ling Ning’s cuteness had caught her off guard, but now Yang Bing could resist easily. Her adorable tactics had no effect this ti.
As Ling Ning was attempting her charm, she felt a little tug on her skirt. Looking down, she saw Dong Xue, who was quietly gazing up at her.
Almost as if rembering sothing, Dong Xue took Ling Ning’s hand and placed it on her own head, a contented look on her face as she began rubbing her head against Ling Ning’s palm.
"dic! Get over here, quick! I’m about to collapse from the cuteness overload!" Ling Ning cried out silently. Dong Xue’s little action nearly made her die from the adorableness.
"Xiao Xue~ Long ti no see! You’ve gotten even cuter! Have you been listening to your mom recently?"
Dong Xue nodded sweetly and continued nuzzling against Ling Ning’s hand.
"Why don’t you continue this chat in the car?"
At so point, Yang Bing had pulled up with her car. Ling Ning recognized it instantly as a flashy luxury sports car. She’d seen it online—it was a supercar from Watch Corp.
The car was called Tracer, and like Qin Qing’s Sombra, it was equipped with top-tier specs, including short-range teleportation. It was said to have a “rewind” feature, which ant you could hit the “E” button right as you crashed, and the car would reverse itself to three seconds prior. It was amazing!
Ling Ning hadn’t expected Yang Bing to be this outrageously wealthy.
As they drove along the highway, the Saturday traffic wasn’t great, so even with a supercar, they moved at about the sa speed as regular cars.
Dong Xue sat on Ling Ning’s lap, despite there being space beside her. She insisted on staying there because she liked Ling Ning’s scent. Sitting on Ling Ning’s lap ant she could bask in that comforting sll even more.
Ling Ning didn’t mind having little Dong Xue on her lap; holding a cute little girl was actually quite nice—soft, fragrant, and when she got bored, she could pat her head or pinch her cheeks. It was so pleasant.
"Sister Qin Qing, could you tell what’s coming up?" Realizing Yang Bing was a lost cause for information, Ling Ning shifted her target to Qin Qing, who was gazing idly out the window.
Qin Qing smiled and looked at her. "You want to know?"
Ling Ning nodded.
"I’m not telling you~"
Ling Ning seriously doubted the person in front of her was the real Qin Qing.
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"This is…?"
Ling Ning looked at the Convention Center in front of her, feeling puzzled. Why had Yang Bing and Qin Qing brought her here?
“There’s a fashion show today, and I thought it was the perfect chance for you to put your skills into practice, now that you’ve learned so much from . And, as it happens, Qin Qing is also exhibiting. Plus, the event organizer is an old friend of mine, so I brought you along.”
"Thank you, Teacher~" Ling Ning said gratefully.
"No need for thanks. As my only disciple, you’d better not embarrass ~" Yang Bing said with a grin.
"Of course not. Who do you think I am? I’m the genius you praised so highly~" Ling Ning patted her chest proudly.
Little Dong Xue looked at the bouncing motion, then at her own flat chest, wondering why she didn’t have one that could "bounce, bounce."
"Let’s go inside."
They arrived backstage at the show area, where a flamboyant-looking man noticed Qin Qing and Yang Bing and imdiately set aside his work to greet them.
"Ah, Director Qin and Xiao Bing Bing, it’s been so long! And Xiao Xue, our little princess, you’re cuter than ever!"
"Gao Ji, don’t call Xiao Bing Bing. If my husband hears, you know what’ll happen~" Though Yang Bing said this, she still gave Gao Ji a hug.
"Let introduce you: this overly enthusiastic guy is Gao Ji, our fashion show organizer. He was my university classmate and is a good friend of mine! As for this young lady here…"
"Oh, I know! This is the genius disciple you’ve told about countless tis." Gao Ji interrupted her with a chuckle.
"Hi, I’m Gao Ji—‘Gao’ from high, and ‘Ji’ from passion. Just as Bing Bing said, I’m a proud gay man." Gao Ji extended a friendly hand toward Ling Ning.
"Hello, I’m Ling Ning." Ling Ning reached out and shook his hand. Surprisingly, she felt nothing when he said he was gay—no reaction at all. She wondered if she’d beco desensitized.
Gao Ji eyed Ling Ning with interest. Usually, won would show at least so reaction when hearing he was gay, but this disciple of his best friend seed completely unaffected, as if it were normal. Interesting—very interesting.
"Alright, let’s get Ling Ning set up. Don’t we still have to rehearse positions? The show is about to start, and you’re still dawdling," Yang Bing said pointedly.
"I got so caught up chatting, I lost track of ti! Ling Ning, follow —I don’t need to explain what to do, right?"
Ling Ning nodded. Yang Bing had drilled everything about runway shows into her head countless tis; she had it all morized.
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Author’s Note:
Sixteenth update—everyone’s probably asleep by now~
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