It was a memory from long ago. A school bus had pulled up on the opposite side of the street, and a group of girls in dance costumes filed out, preparing for a competition. Their youthful energy and dazzling outfits immediately drew the attention of passersby.
Nathaniel Fu and Jin Han had been standing nearby at the time. Both men had turned their heads—just briefly—but they had looked.
Among the girls, two stood out with particular beauty. One was Xia Xiaofu. The other was the girl standing right beside her.
But the bus had obscured her face, and Yara Lu never saw her clearly.
Still, she knew that both Nathaniel and Jin Han must have noticed the two most striking girls. Even now, the thought gnawed at her. Today, however, would be different. Tonight was her moment to shine, and she intended to make sure these two men—and the entire capital—saw who truly had the most beautiful legs.
With that thought, Yara turned and walked away. Nathaniel and Jin Han, unaware of her fleeting presence, remained seated as the crowd around them shifted. The nearby executives dispersed, leaving the two men side by side.
Jin Han tilted his head toward Nathaniel with a faint smile. "Mr. Fu, everyone's been asking whether you're partial to legs."
Nathaniel cast him a sidelong glance. "And you're not?"
Jin Han chuckled softly. "There aren't many that would interest Mr. Fu. Only one pair, so far."
Nathaniel's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew exactly what Jin Han meant. His mind wandered back to that moment with the school bus—the girl beside Xia Xiaofu whose face had been hidden, but whose slender, pale, graceful legs he had certainly noticed.
"Mr. Fu," Jin Han teased, "how about I ask my wife which girl she was competing with back then? That way, you can finally put a name to the face."
Leaning lazily against his chair, Nathaniel's lips curved faintly. "I think that's unnecessary, Mr. Jin. Unless, of course, you'd like your wife filing for divorce again."
"..." Jin Han fell silent, unable to argue.…
The host soon walked onto the grand stage, voice booming through the venue.
"Distinguished guests, welcome! I now declare the Capital Fashion Design Competition officially open!"
Applause thundered across the hall.
"First, let us welcome Contestant Number One!"
The competition began in earnest. Contestants One through Four each presented their collections, but their designs were uninspired, their runway shows quickly forgotten.
Then the host's voice rose with excitement.
"Next, please welcome Contestant Number Five—Xia Ling—and her featured model, Yara Lu!"
The entire hall erupted.
Lu Yao—Lady Lu—the capital's most celebrated beauty with the most coveted legs, was finally making her appearance.
The audience buzzed with anticipation, and the livestream numbers soared as netizens poured into the broadcast.
"Oh my gosh, Lady Lu is here!"
"I just came to see her legs—show them already!"
"Lady Lu, I adore you!"
Soon, a procession of models took the stage, showcasing Xia Ling's designs. Her creations blended delicate lace with flowing voile, modern silhouettes with elegant detailing. Against the plainness of the earlier contestants, her collection felt refreshing and bold.
But the real centerpiece was still to come.
When Yara finally appeared, the atmosphere shifted. She stepped onto the runway in sky-high heels, her black satin gown shimmering beneath the lights. The shallow V-neckline traced the elegant lines of her collarbone, while the daring slit revealed her thighs with every confident stride.
Yara's beauty was undeniable. The dress clung to her curves, every movement polished and deliberate. And when she walked, her long, flawless legs became the highlight of the show—drawing every eye, commanding every breath.