Chapter 612 Who Said I Was Going to Give Up?

emely amusing. He bit his finger and kicked his chubby little legs, a milky smile spreading across his face.Adults are so strange.What exactly is love between adultsHe's too young to understand, but—h..."How could this have happened" Menglan's brows furrowed, her eyes revealing a hint of undisguised annoyance.

She could figure out a way to repair it, but time was of the essence.

This is indeed a huge challenge.

"Not our competitor yet, Wen Tao Clothing Design Company."

Millie, the assistant beside Xiangwan, stepped forward, gritting her teeth angrily, and retorted unconvincedly, "Their designers used to be ranked first for several years, but this time seeing that we had a good chance of winning, threatening their position, they became jealous and malicious..."

"Mary!"

向晚 scowled, her voice low and stern. "There's no evidence yet, so don't speak recklessly. Walls have ears."

Millie shut her mouth unwillingly, but Menglan also seemed to understand.

It's just office politics, she wouldn't want to get involved.

However, looking at this clothes stained with ink like this, the other party clearly went all out and doesn't really intend to give Xiangwan a chance to turn things around.

Menglan didn't say much. She just walked forward and seriously considered where to modify the dress from.

With a screech, the door suddenly flew open.

A flamboyant man with yellow hair, accompanied by two little assistants, walked in excitedly.

He lightly covered his lips, feigning surprise as he spoke, "Well, well, if it isn't the vice president. Not on stage yet"

"Just a friendly reminder, once this runway show is over, no one will be there to block for you. If you don't participate, you'll have to forfeit the competition."

Hearing these taunts, Xiang Wan's face was very ugly.

But her face was composed, hands clasped before her chest, she spoke slowly, reminding him, "Jock, you're getting ahead of yourself. Who said I was going to forfeit"

The effeminate man was taken aback, “You wouldn’t want to take these defective goods on stage and disgrace yourself, would you”

"This is none of your concern, I trust my designer's ability to save the day." Xiang Wan's tone was firm, her gaze filled with confidence as she looked at Meng Lan.

Seeing this, Meng Lan's heart warmed. To be so valued filled a void within her.

But reality can be cruel. Just as she was about to delve into studying the gown, the host hurried backstage and urged them to take the stage.

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"If we can't do it, we'll forfeit."

"Can't give up."

Menglan's voice was firm. This set of clothes was her first exhibition show after returning to the stage, and every piece was filled with her hard work.

If she gave up just like that, she would be too unwilling.

She pointed to several foreign female models standing nearby, commanding in a low voice, "Don't be influenced by the noises outside. Just change into your gowns and go on stage as planned. The rest, I'll figure it out."

After receiving instructions, the models obeyed.

Joe sat beside them, munching on sunflower seeds with gusto, watching their busy work with a sympathetic smile and a flash of pearly white teeth.

He couldn't help but sarcastically remind, "Oh dear, Vice President, aren't you guys planning to go all out and make a mess of things I mean, where on earth did you find these incompetent designers"

向晚 coldly laughed, too busy to pay him any mind.

While Menglan was preoccupied with thinking about how to save the dress, her gaze fell upon a pile of paint in the corner. Suddenly, a strong idea struck her.

It might be a bit risky, but give it a try, you never know.

She met A-wei's gaze, and encouraged, she went to pick up the paint bucket and design tools from the corner.

Follow the models and walk towards the runway.

"Joe, you really think that damaging the camera means I won't be able to figure out who damaged the dress"

"Moona stopped Joker, who was also eager to join the commotion. Her dark pupils stared at him, with a sarcastic reminder, "Don't rush things, we'll settle our accounts slowly!"

After that, Joe's face changed slightly. He spat out a mouthful of watermelon seeds on the ground with a 'plop'.

He refused to believe in it any longer.

He's seen plenty of young designers like Menglan, those with no experience, connections, or resources.

Could she really bring those tattered dresses back to life

Menglan followed the models backstage, preparing to take the stage. Hearing the commotion outside, she felt a surge of nervousness and unconsciously opened the door a sliver, peering out.

Only seeing, the stage lights are dazzling, especially with a high-tech feel.

And there were over a hundred spectators seated in the audience. Sitting at the very front were three male and one female judges, whom Menglan had seen at fashion shows before. They were all prominent predecessors in the industry.

This runway show was held very grandly.

It's no wonder that Xiang Wan cares so much.

Just as I was deep in thought, the host, clutching a microphone tightly, gracefully strode onto the stage. "Alright, now we have our final group showcasing their outfits - the Xiangshi Group is taking the stage last, and what surprises will they bring us Let's welcome them with thunderous applause!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

Meng Lan clenched her fists, her fingernails digging into her palms, using the pain to suppress the tension in her heart.

After taking a deep breath, she gave the model a look.

As the music began, models one by one sashayed onto the stage, clad in tattered gowns.

All the other groups received praise, but when they appeared, they shocked everyone!

In an instant, the judges and guests in the audience burst into a flurry of discussion:

"Are you kidding me"

"Excuse me, I don't really understand fashion. I won't comment on those unique styles, but can these things that have been splashed with ink also be considered fashionable"

"Unexpectedly, He Hanchuan is a prominent figure outside, how come he married such a terrible wife"

" ..."

The harsh sounds from the audience began to rise, and the current situation seemed far more out of control than they had imagined.

Even several audience members stood up from their seats, facing the stage and yelling at the top of their lungs, "Get the Xiang Group out of the fashion circle! Don't come out again, it's embarrassing!"

Even Xiangwan, who was usually composed, paled behind the scenes.

But she did not refute, only raised her eyes and looked at Menglan beside her.

Toward Evening walked over, tightly grasping her hand, opening her mouth to comfort, "Dream sister don't force yourself, if you really can't, one competition isn't important..."

Listening to her words, Menglan put away her serious expression and met her gaze. Against the backdrop of the noisy clamor outside, her eyes were clear and pure, without a trace of impurity.

Suddenly, she let out a light laugh.

"W向晚, I remember when I had gastroenteritis and was in the hospital, only you and Hancheng came to see me."

"I still remember when you gave me the design drawings back then, you only told me one sentence, Dream Sister, gold scales are not things in a pond."

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