Xia Ling felt slightly relieved. Yes, Jin Han clearly didn't care for Xia Xiaofu. Eventually, they would divorce.
"Yaoyao, I'll be counting on you from now on."
"Don't worry," Yara Lu replied smoothly.
After Xia Ling left, Yara took out her phone and sent Jin Han a quick WeChat message: Jin Han, I'm so happy you're back.
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The Fu Family Fashion Design Competition officially began. According to the rules, each contestant had to find their own model, dress them in the designer's creation, and prepare for a runway presentation. The winner would then be chosen through a livestreamed public vote.
The grand opening ceremony soon commenced. Contestants led their models down the red carpet, one by one. Flashbulbs exploded as media outlets filmed, turning the event into a dazzling spectacle.
As the bride-to-be, Yara Lu also made her appearance, walking beside Xia Ling as her chosen model.
The competition didn't just showcase designers—it also turned into a contest for the models themselves. A striking face and figure could significantly boost the designer's chances.
The host's voice rose with excitement:"Now, let's welcome designer Xia Ling and her model, Miss Yara Lu!"
Together, Yara and Xia Ling stepped onto the red carpet. Yara wore a crimson satin gown that hugged her graceful silhouette. Her exquisite beauty, paired with her confident demeanor, immediately drew screams and applause from the crowd.
The audience buzzed with admiration:
"Oh my god, the bride-to-be herself is modeling for Xia Ling!""Isn't that unfair? Xia Ling's bound to win with Miss Lu on her side.""Miss Lu is stunning. President Fu is truly lucky."
Xia Ling's pride swelled. She leaned closer and whispered, "Yaoyao, with you modeling for me, I might as well start polishing the trophy now."
Yara tilted her head, brushing a loose curl against her cheek, her expression full of confidence. "Even so, we shouldn't let our guard down. After all, Celia insisted on challenging us. Let's give her the chance to make a fool of herself."
Last time, Celia had stolen the spotlight. This time, Yara was determined to watch her fall flat on her face.
"By the way, Yaoyao, why hasn't Celia arrived yet? Could it be she's too scared to show up?" Xia Ling asked with a sneer.
Yara glanced around but found no trace of Celia. Her lips curved in mockery. "She probably couldn't find a decent model and gave up."
Xia Ling chuckled sweetly. "Even if she did, no one could outshine our gorgeous Yaoyao."
Just then, a clear, composed voice rang out from behind them."Looking for me?"
Both women turned, and there she was—Celia, walking toward them with quiet elegance. Her bright eyes curved with a confident smile that seemed to pierce straight through their mockery.
Yara froze for a moment. "Celia, we thought you'd lost your nerve."
Celia's smile deepened. "How could that be? I was just picking up my model. Sorry I'm a little late."
"Your model?" Xia Ling scoffed openly. "Who is she? Where is she?"
In their minds, no one could compare to Yara.
Celia lifted her chin with poise. "See for yourselves. She's here."
The crowd erupted instantly.
"Look! It's Xia Xiaofu—the most beautiful woman in the world!"
Sure enough, Xia Xiaofu had arrived.
If Celia carried a quiet, understated charm, Xia Xiaofu was like a blooming rose in full glory—radiant, dazzling, and impossible to ignore. With her rosy lips and luminous complexion, she embodied perfection.
Tonight, she wore a chiffon gown embroidered with roses, the fabric flowing like a garden in full bloom. She looked every bit the title she carried—the most beautiful woman in the world.