Lu Zheng was still fanning the flas at this mont, saying, "Didn’t you say that no one knows your na anymore? Well, now you’ve gone and made a splash in the international fashion scene again, and if this na gets out..."
At those words, Eric instantly glared fiercely at Lu Zheng, "Are you still making fun of ?"
After speaking, he quickly glanced at Qianxun and seeing that Qianxun had an expression of indifference, Eric felt imdiately comforted. Muse was still giving him face.
Seeing Eric’s depressed expression, Qianxun quickly said, "It’s just a na, right? Are they going to go to the public security bureau to check your household registration? Besides, there are plenty of people with the nickna Gousheng. When the ti cos, just admit that it was your lowly na from when you were little. I don’t believe anyone from the village doesn’t have so nickna like Gousheng or Cuihua."
As soon as she said that, Eric’s eyes lit up. Yeah, why not just say Gousheng was his childhood nickna?
In the past, tis were tough, and there were plenty of parents who gave their kids lowly nas to ensure they survived. The na Gousheng wouldn’t be missing him!
With this thought, Eric’s spirits lifted, and he said to Qianxun, "Muse, you’re the thoughtful one! I’ll say just that when I get back!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn’t wait to call his assistant. "Book a ticket for tomorrow. Oh, Muse, what flight are you on... book on the sa flight tomorrow afternoon. Right, I need to get back to the country tomorrow!"
If he didn’t return to the country now to settle the matter of his na, no matter how glamorous he was abroad, it wouldn’t feel right!
...
After hanging up the phone, Eric said to Qianxun, "Muse, I need to et with so friends tonight, and tomorrow I will return to the country with you."
Originally, he’d planned to et with other designers at so point to exchange ideas, but now it seed unnecessary.
"Alright, go ahead," Qianxun nodded.
After Eric left, Lu Zheng cautiously looked at Qianxun and asked, "By the way, sister-in-law, have you told the boss about you becoming a model?"
Hearing this, Qianxun gave him a glance, "What do you think?"
She had spoken to Yanzhi about this before, and although he had said he wouldn’t hinder her from doing what she wanted, it’s not like she was going to sell her body. Of course, she had her own boundaries; she could wear bikinis, but exposing sensitive areas was absolutely unacceptable, even if professional ethics were used as an argunt against her.
Yanzhi was already tolerant enough, so naturally she couldn’t take advantage of his tolerance and do anything too outrageous.
...
Seeing the disdain in Qianxun’s eyes, Lu Zheng couldn’t help but chuckle sheepishly, "I was just worried the boss would scold us later for not stopping you."
"Do you think you could stop from doing what I want to do?" Qianxun swept another glance at Lu Zheng and then turned and left.
anwhile, in a castle in England.
A pale-faced man was currently making a licking gesture at Qianxun on the video screen.
He then pressed the pause button, freezing the image on Qianxun’s defining mont on the catwalk.
The next second, he told a young man dressed in a tailcoat beside him, "Within an hour, I want to know everything about this girl! She is too beautiful, and her blood must be delicious!"
It had been a long ti since he’d encountered a woman of interest.
The blood of this Eastern woman must taste wonderful!
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