Chapter 20: Going to the Feast

It was probably Lu Jiayan who did not speak for a long time.

Sheng Mingzhi felt a vague sense of rejection in his silence, a little embarrassment and a little anger rising in his heart.

He just had a brain fart, didn't he?

How could he ask Lu Jiayan if he would like to go to a fashion dinner without being ridiculed by the old man?

It is probably because of this time together that Sheng Mingzhi has the illusion that Lu Jiayan is actually quite nice to talk to.

For a moment there just now, he actually tried to invite him.

Come to think of it, why?

Is it because of their fake, plastic marriage? Or the fact that Lu Jiayan ran away to a foreign country for three years without a word on their wedding day?

Sheng Mingzhi immediately recoiled, "Just pretend I didn't ask."

Lu Jiayan takes his time: "Is this the attitude you invite people with?"

"Who invited you." Sheng Mingzhi laughed in exasperation, "Don't be so self-absorbed. You don't have to go if you like."

Lu Jiayan paused, his tone laced with laughter: "I'll think about it."

It was as if he had condescended to go to the dinner as if it were a handout.

Be as arrogant as you want to be.

Sheng Mingzhi almost died from his anger.

As he was trying to think of something sarcastic to say about Lu Jiayan, the latter stood up, his eyes falling on the two couture sets held by the designer.

One set in dark blue and one set in dark black.

He looked at it, and lifted his chin, "The dark black one suits you better."

Sheng Mingzhi has white skin and the black colour looks expensive on him.

After saying this, Lu Jiayan looked at his watch and left for the office without looking back.

Sheng Mingzhi was left alone in the living room until the designer reminded him, and then he came back to his senses.

"Second young master, do you think we should leave the dark black set?"

Sheng Mingzhi looked incredulously at Lu Jiayan's back as he walked away, and turned around and said, "What are you keeping it for? Are you going to Lu Jiayan's funeral the day after tomorrow?"

Designer: ......

Why should a quarrel between a young husband and wife spill over!

He said with trepidation, "Second young master, do you want the blue set?"

The living room was very quiet.

After a long time, Sheng Mingzhi suddenly spoke up: "...... blue is unlucky."

Designer: ......

After a moment, he said with determination, "Let's keep the black set."

Sheng Mingzhi's eyes fall on the suit.

For some reason, Lu Jiayan's words just now flashed through his mind.

He said that he would think about it.

That, I suppose, means coming.

-

Although Qiao Yan intercepted Sheng Mingzhi's dinner suit, he really didn't like the niche brand.

As the ambassador of a luxury brand, Qiao Yan should be able to borrow a high-fashion suit that will only be released this autumn/winter.

One set in dark blue and one set in dark black.

Pricing is all in the low millions.

Qiao Yan had been in love with the dark black one for a long time, so he saved the picture and sent it to Huo Yuzhe: [Husband, what do you think of this one?

The other party did not return the message.

Qiao Yan frowns slightly.

This is not the first time Huo Yuzhe has not replied to his messages.

Every time there is an excuse, either he is filming or he is on a variety show, saying that the crew asked his phone to be switched off.

But it's not like you've never been in a play or a variety show before when you've just been in a relationship.

Is Huo Yuzhe taking him for a fool?

Although Qiao Yan has a vague suspicion that Huo Yuzhe is seeing someone else, he is still reluctant to believe it without solid evidence.

The two of them have been in love for three days, but if they split up in less than a year, it would be a slap in the face.

And after the breakup, the heat was all on Sheng Mingzhi, a battering ram.

Putting down her mobile phone, Qiao Yan pushes open the door to her sister Qiao Yu's bedroom.

His sister is the deputy editor-in-chief of Southwest Finance and Economics and knows a lot of bigwigs in the financial world, so she might be able to help him get the clothes.

"Sister, I came in?"

Qiao Yu seems to have just gone out and the computer is still on, but he is not at home.

Qiao Yan sits back in her chair, somewhat discouraged, as her original intention of borrowing clothes from her sister's contacts falls through.

His eyes subconsciously rested on the computer screen.

The word document is a dense six-page transcript of Qiao Yu's last interview with Lu Jiayan.

When Qiao Yan saw the words Lu Jiayan, he remembered who this person was.

I'm a bit surprised that Qiao Yu interviewed Lu Jiayan!

The last time Qiao Yu hit on a capitalist came to mind.

Qiao Yan was horrified, his sister ...... couldn't be the Lu Jiayan who hit on him, could she?

So it was Lu Jiayan who sent his sister home?

Forget about the interview time, it seems to be right.

Qiao Yan was so excited by this discovery that he pushed his mouse down.

On the last page is a photo of Lu Jiayan's interview.

He had just finished reading the text interview when Huo Yuzhe's phone call interrupted him at an inopportune moment.

Qiao Yan instantly loses interest in the document and picks up the phone.

"Baby, I was just filming and my phone was at my agent's, so I didn't see your message."

Huo Yuzhe has a somewhat muffled voice and is the type of bass that fans will eat up.

"I just saw your message and those two gowns I went to ask about have been borrowed by other artists."

After all, it's not a small brand, there are so many first-tier showbiz, the high-fashion dresses for female celebrities are fine, there are only a few suit styles for male artists.

Of course it was a rush to get in touch with the brand.

Qiao Yan was already angry, and when she heard Huo Yuzhe's perfunctory remarks, she couldn't help but say, "So you couldn't buy these two sets?"

Qiao Yan was still gnashing her teeth at the sight of Sheng Mingzhi beating her face in YunTing Mansion.

This time for the MOMO Golden Wedding Gala, he's going to stomp on Sheng Mingzhi no matter what!

Huo Yuzhe was a bit embarrassed: "Baby, those two outfits are not cheap, they add up to more than three million."

Qiao Yan raised her voice: "Didn't you just take on a new drama and now you're telling me you don't have any money?"

Huo Yuzhe did not speak.

Qiao Yan: "What did you tell me about being together in the first place? Huo Yuzhe, don't forget how you got so hot, if I hadn't hooked you up, do you think you would have made it this far! Anyway, I want to see these two outfits on the red carpet, and I don't care what you do to borrow them. If not, we'll both break up!"

With that, he hung up the phone.

-

The night before the MOMO Fashion Gala, the Weibo buzz has already started to warm up.

From 6pm onwards, the entertainment chart was taken over by various artists with fancy hot searches.

What a small flower blooming beauty, a top stream of fringes, a male star's body, the home page is even by the artist studio backstage finishing art photos to fancy brush screen.

The fashion event was prepared for a month, inviting nearly 100 celebrities of all sizes from the entertainment industry, as well as various investors' dads and money makers' dads, film stars and actresses, and flow girls to gather and lead the way. Fans and media were on both sides of the red carpet as early as 5am to take up their spots, with long. They were carrying their guns, their support banners, and whispering about the true and false inside story.

Twitter refreshes in a second, and when it does, it's a new message.

There was a gasp from the group of fans on either side of the red carpet.

" Qiao Yan walked the red carpet with Huo Yuzhe this time."

"I swiped it on the front page, knocked me out, the studios are posting before and after the finishing touches."

"Oooooooh, brother is so handsome, what kind of divine cp is this."

" Qiao Yan wearing this set is not the new LV autumn/winter ah, bull, who said he fashion resources dropped?"

"I heard that a certain top stream was also borrowing these two dresses but didn't get them, Qiao Yan is really good."

"Holy shit, that's a bit of a human connection to borrow."

......

......

Half an hour ago, Little Wang was still angry.

As the red carpet was about to start, he called the head of the luxury brand Sheng Mingzhi to ask when the dress would be delivered, only to be told that they would not be lending the dress.

There must be a reason for not borrowing, and Little Wang asked a friend who was with him to find out that the clothes had already been cut off by Qiao Yan, not that they weren't.

The brand deliberately delayed the event until half an hour before the start of the show, which was so malicious that Little Wang was caught off guard and couldn't think of a way to borrow another outfit at this point.

While he was at a loss, Sheng Mingzhi had arrived in the lounge in a brand new suit.

Dark black.

He looks exceptionally fair-skinned and expensive in person.

Even when Little Wang, who spends his days opposite Sheng Mingzhi, saw him in this look, the amazement in his eyes was hard to quench.

I have to say, the black suit is just perfect for Sheng Mingzhi.

"Where did you find that dress?" Little Wang hasn't had a chance to say anything about his dress being cut off by Qiao Yan, but Sheng Mingzhi wasn't planning to wear it in the first place, either.

He will be allergic to wearing clothes under 100,000, thank you.

Little Wang circled around him and reported the name of a big name, the shocked expression on his face hard to conceal.

"Isn't this the high fashion it just came out for autumn/winter and you bought a pirated version?"

Genuine edition.

Thank you.

The word piracy has never existed in Sheng Mingzhi's world.

Before he could explain, Little Wang broke it off: "Forget it. It's better to pirate than to have no clothes."

Anyway, Sheng Mingzhi has a magical ability to wear pirated luxury brands as if they were authentic.

Besides, it's all over now, and Sheng Mingzhi has so much dirt on him that this is no longer the case!

Little Wang hastily took a backstage retouch, uploaded it to the studio's Weibo account and edited it to send it in nine frames.

Sheng Mingzhi just retweeted it on his own account and the comments section tore it up.

"Wearing pirated copies again?"

"Take a word from Dad, don't think you won't get sued by the brand if you're battered."

"Laugh it up, you've clashed with Qiao Yan again, she's wearing a couple's outfit with Huo Yuzhe Mei Mei, you're wearing two pieces each."

"Don't be too embarrassed."

......

He didn't have time to check his Twitter feed before the extravaganza staff were rushing up at the door.

The red carpet for the Fashion Gala began at 6:30.

Sheng Mingzhi looked at his watch a few times during this period and was somewhat distracted.

The MOMO dinner was divided into two parts, the first half being the red carpet walk and the second half held at the YunTing Hotel near the red carpet.

Hundreds of camera positions and thousands of cameras have been set up, and nearly 70 to 80 round tables have been prepared inside the venue, each with the names of the guests on top, spreading out from the centre and around according to the curry position.

The more mushy it is, the more cornered it sits.

After the red carpet, Sheng Mingzhi took another look at the clock.

As if remembering something, he retrieved the mobile phone he had kept with Little Wang.

Sheng Mingzhi hesitated for a moment and clicked on WeChat with Lu Jiayan.

Thumbing the input box, he hesitated long enough to ask the question he had been thinking about all afternoon.

--Is this dog man coming to the dinner or not?

Didn't he say he would consider it.

Two days of consideration and still no results.

Sheng Mingzhi leaned against the corridor of the YunTing Hotel, and at the entrance to the lobby, a number of artists and celebrities had already entered the venue with invitation cards in hand.

As if to echo the golden wedding theme of MOMO, almost all the guests came in pairs. As the countdown to the dinner began on the giant screen in the hall, Sheng Mingzhi exhaled slowly and handed his phone to Little Wang.

As it turned out, the ingrates had just looked up when they saw Qiao Yan and Huo Yuzhe walking head-on.

Qiao Yan was also the first to notice Sheng Mingzhi, and with just a glance, his face became embarrassed.

For no other reason than the fact that he clashed with Sheng Mingzhi.

There aren't many suits for male artists, and unless you're an expert in suits, they all look pretty much the same on you. However, Qiao Yan is wearing one of the most recent high fashion suits released by a luxury brand this autumn/winter, and there is only one of them on both him and Sheng Mingzhi.

His own clothes were purchased by Huo Yuzhe in contact with the brand.

Then the Sheng Mingzhi piece is definitely a pirated copy.

Qiao Yan laughed sarcastically, "Sheng Mingzhi, how dare you wear pirated copies without fear of being sued by the brand?"

Sheng Mingzhi didn't bother: "Keep that to yourself."

When Qiao Yan met Sheng Mingzhi, the fire in his heart rose to the surface.

There weren't many people in the corridor, so he didn't have to pretend to be on friendly terms with Sheng Mingzhi and spoke directly: "You're really brave, Mr. Xu and his wife are having a 50th wedding and you dare to come to it even though you're labeled as a 'lover'. Do you want me to tell Mr. Xu personally about how you fell for my boyfriend?"

"Yeah."

Sheng Mingzhi smiled slightly, "Just in time to pack Xu Lihua with a record of how your boyfriend sends me good morning and good night on WeChat, how he talks in bubble tone, and how he chats."

Qiao Yan looked back at Huo Yuzhe as she listened.

Huo Yuzhe hurriedly said, "No such thing."

Qiao Yan glared hard at Sheng Mingzhi: "Don't you fucking talk nonsense here."

"Indeed. You're pretty blind." Sheng Mingzhi's dislike is unrelenting: "I can't figure out what you see in Huo Yuzhe, other than blindness, is he a flirt or a cheater? Do you want him to be stingy or do you want him to cuckold you?"

"You!" Qiao Yan pointed at him with all his might.

No matter how many times I've watched him, Little Wang is still amazed by Sheng Mingzhi's ability to fight 10 to 1.

He has never seen Sheng Mingzhi lose an argument with anyone, and on many occasions Little Wang has felt that he was holding back Sheng Mingzhi's talent and that he shouldn't be an actor, but should be in China New Rapper.

Today, however, is a little different.

When Sheng Mingzhi encountered Qiao Yan's provocations, he would at most walk his dog and tease him a bit, but never in such an aggressive manner.

Sheng Mingzhi's words just now were like not even leaving Huo Yuzhe with a pair of underpants.

Little Wang looked on and wondered if it was just him, but Sheng Mingzhi seemed ...... a little upset? Looking for a punching bag?

Qiao Yan and Huo Yuzhe are like two unlucky people who have run into each other.

"Do you think your husband is any good?" Qiao Yan laughed: "Sheng Mingzhi, you have a lot of black material, right? When you were being hacked by the whole internet as a male lover, why didn't your husband come forward to say something for you?"

Little Wang blanched.

Looking again at Sheng Mingzhi, sure enough, the little ancestor's face had sunk.

Good lord, Qiao Yan, this idiot.

Dedicated to repeatedly bouncing on Sheng Mingzhi's minefield!

Qiao Yan snickered, "What, how unappealing is your husband that he's worth hiding from you like that?"

Sheng Mingzhi probably got his thunderbolt stepped on and there was a surprising pause for a second.

In just that second of light, a man's soft laugh came from the corridor.

Sheng Mingzhi froze.

It also sounded inexplicably familiar.

He subconsciously looks over and Lu Jiayan is standing behind him.

With one hand in her pocket, tall and elegant, she stood casually in the corridor and gave the fashion dinner the air of an Asia Pacific Financial Summit session.

Only his posture remained somewhat lazy, and when he raised his eyebrows, his peach blossom eyes were deep.

He is looking at Qiao Yan without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

Wistfully, he replied, "I think, I'm kinda holding my own?"

"Boom--" Sheng Mingzhi felt a thunderbolt ring out in his ears, blowing his entire brain into a blur.

So much so that he didn't even hear what Lu Jiayan said later on, and he was full of confusion.

What's Lu Jiayan doing here?

Isn't he coming?

The remaining three were no less surprised than Sheng Mingzhi.

Lu Jiayan has yet to make an official appearance in the country's magazines and capitalist circles, and I'm afraid only Xu Lihua, the lead actor in tonight's Golden Wedding, knows Lu Jiayan, the rest of the artists have no idea what he looks like.

Not to mention Little Yi people like Qiao Yan.

The only encounter I ever had with Lu Jiayan was a glimpse of him from a distance at the HaiCheng Film Festival, and I didn't even get a good look at him.

Even the scandalous photos are muddled.

Qiao Yan opened her mouth, but for a moment, Lu Jiayan's aura was so overwhelming that she could not open her mouth.

As a showbiz artist who lives by his face, he is more sensitive to face value than anything else, so the first thing he noticed was Lu Jiayan's face.

Something looks familiar, but I can't recall where I've seen it before, but it's certainly not a star.

Such top-notch handsome looks and body would have exploded into top flow if it were a circle.

The silence was broken by Little Wang: "So, Mingzhi, this is ......"

It took Sheng Mingzhi a moment to come back to his senses, and he glanced at Lu Jiayan, who raised his eyebrows out of habit.

It seems to say again: no introduction?

......

What is there to present.

Do you want to tell Little Wang that he is the one who owns the stocks that you are dying to buy every day, and that he is the one who has no conscience and is cutting you like a leek?

It could have been a passionate killing by Little Wang on the spot.

"He's - I'm, uh." Sheng Mingzhi Stuck.

Lu Jiayan said idly, "Is the word "lover" hot."

......

......

"That's what he said." Sheng Mingzhi ends the conversation with an expressionless face.

He was too nervous.

He didn't even notice Qiao Yan's already angry, slightly distorted expression and the incredulous look in his eyes.

It seems totally unbelievable that Sheng Mingzhi's unattractive husband looks like this.

Huo Yuzhe, who is also embarrassed and a little annoyed, is a far cry from Lu Jiayan in terms of looks and temperament.

He would have preferred Sheng Mingzhi's husband to be an ugly, saltless vegetarian.

At the moment it is not so humiliating as to feel viciously outclassed.

Little Wang looked at Lu Jiayan's face and was shocked for five seconds, then broke into a frightened voice and pulled Sheng Mingzhi aside: "Didn't you say your husband was eighty?!"

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

"I didn't even say that." Sheng Mingzhi stiffened, "He's young-looking."

...... This is too fucking young to be showing.

Sheng Mingzhi was furrowed by Little Wang's repeated, questioning looks.

Annoyed, he said, "You've never seen a well-maintained person before."

...... This is too damn well maintained.

A magic elixir?

The arrival of Lu Jiayan caught Sheng Mingzhi off guard.

He was so busy dealing with Little Wang that he didn't even notice that Qiao Yan had already entered the meeting with Huo Yuzhe with a black face, holding back his anger.

When he looked back, he was alone in the corridor with Little Wang and Lu Jiayan.

On the giant screen in the venue, the 50-year golden wedding promo of MOMO founder Xu Lihua and his lover has been put to the end and the history of MOMO is being repeated.

As the doors were about to close, Little Wang put aside her shock and got down to business: "Mingzhi, since your husband is here, let him accompany you inside."

After that, he gave Sheng Mingzhi a firm fist shake, out of Lu Jiayan's sight, and whispered, "Go for it! You're going to win this one, just because of your husband's face, you two are going to rock the house tonight! Especially for Qiao Yan, the little Bitch."

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

Little Wang immediately put on a serious face and sent Sheng Mingzhi and Lu Jiayan into the arena with a tearful look on his face, like an old father.

As a result, Sheng Mingzhi had just taken two steps when Little Wang suddenly spoke again, "Wait!"

He trotted over to Lu Jiayan and spoke sincerely and doggedly: "That, Mingzhi, his lover."

Lu Jiayan paused for a moment before Little Wang asked the question of a mother who had been single for 30 years: "How do you take care of yourself? You don't even look 80 years old! Do you have any tips? I don't mean anything else, but I think we men should take good care of our faces so that no woman will want them in the future ......"

-

"Is that how you go around telling people that I'm eighty?"

Coming Coming.

Sheng Mingzhi thought impassively.

After Little Wang left, it was just the two of them.

Lu Jiayan was the first to break the silence and came to settle the score.

Sheng Mingzhi muttered, "I was right too."

Lu Jiayan seemed to laugh in exasperation: "Yes?"

"Right." Sheng Mingzhi was silent for a few seconds and explained, "It's just a little exaggerated descriptive technique."

"And aren't you 90 years old."

Lu Jiayan adds emphasis and corrects: "It's post-95."

He was born in 1995.

"Oh."

Sheng Mingzhi didn't see any difference between post-90s and post-95s.

Maybe Lu Jiayan, an older man, is still sensitive to his age, he probably thinks that post-95s look younger when he talks about it?

Another moment of speechlessness passed between the two men.

Sheng Mingzhi looks up at him.

By this time, the venue had been entered.

There was a great deal of noise and noise all around, with hundreds of glamorous entertainers interspersed and talking.

It should be a noisy scene, but Lu Jiayan looks down and sees only the bright fox eyes of Sheng Mingzhi.

His upper eye line looked innocent and clean as he tilted his head slightly to look at him.

Sheng Mingzhi spoke a little awkwardly and asked the question he had been struggling with for a long time: "I thought you weren't coming. Why are you here again."

Lu Jiayan said, "When did I ever say I wasn't coming?"

Sheng Mingzhi thought to himself, "You don't need to say that.

You haven't even shown that you're coming!

Lu Jiayan continues, "It's not because some people, lacking the determination to persevere, invited me only once and then gave up."

Certain Unconvinced People: ......

Is he undecided?

He is not that thick-skinned!

Lu Jiayan said, "You don't even know how to behave. He would only say to me, 'Who invited you?

He also imitated it quite well, picking up a bit of Sheng Mingzhi's Jiangnan accent.

It was just an instant redness in the ears of those who heard it.

Sheng Mingzhi glared at him, "I don't talk like that!"

Who the fuck talks with a "la" at the end?

He stiffened, "And I was just going to ask you casually, it's none of my business if you come or not."

"Hmm." Lu Jiayan laughed lightly and put his hand on Sheng Mingzhi's head, ruaing it twice like a puppy: "Okay, I wanted to go to the banquet with you so much that I came uninvited without your permission."

The man's voice was soft and inexplicably gentle.

Like indulging in coaxing him.

Feeling a little hot in the face, Sheng Mingzhi muttered, "You were the one who came uninvited."

-

Lu Jiayan came alone this time, much to Sheng Mingzhi's surprise.

Probably because he had watched too many TV dramas, he had the impression that a boss of Lu Jiayan's stature would not be surrounded by dozens of bodyguards in front and behind him when he went out.

Sheng Mingzhi was so absorbed in his thoughts that he inadvertently blurted out what was on his mind.

Lu Jiayan gave him a look, "Have you ever seen a man bring dozens of bodyguards out to an appointment with his lover?"

......

That's not true.

Lu Jiayan's attitude is such that he would probably have added a chilling comment about not watching such brain-dead dramas.

Or shade him, if you like, and next time we can bring a hundred bodyguards to witness this plastic love.

So Sheng Mingzhi quickly changed the subject and introduced Lu Jiayan to the stars of the scene.

However, although Lu Jiayan was travelling in a low profile, he was still instantly recognisable to Xu Lihua.

Sheng Mingzhi was bored halfway through his introduction: "This one cheated on me, that one got married twice, this one and that one are in a relationship ......"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a senior MOMO executive sashayed over to greet Lu Jiayan with trepidation.

He also interrupted Sheng Mingzhi's gossip and was a bit sad that he had no one to share his gourds with, after all, he had everyone in the entertainment industry.

The low-profile appearance of Sheng Jia's current hand at Xu Lihua's golden wedding dinner was something that no one expected.

Including Xu Lihua himself.

When Xu Lihua founded MOMO in the early years, he had a shallow friendship with Lu Jiayan's father.

For this reason, Xu Lihua met Lu Jiayan a few times, but only when he was in high school.

In the blink of an eye, the teenager in the white shirt has grown into a mature and fearsome man who can shake up the domestic capital market with the flip of his hand.

It is remarkable that he has retained his humble and understanding character, and that he talks to Xu Lihua without a hint of bravado, treating himself as a junior attending his uncle's golden wedding.

At the same time, Xu Lihua also took note of Sheng Mingzhi.

Three years ago, the marriage between Lu and Sheng caused quite a stir, and the wedding of the century was even more impressive.

Xu Lihua saw that Sheng Mingzhi was a handsome and sophisticated man who had been brought over by Lu Jiayan, who had been in the fashion industry for decades and had never seen anything before. He subconsciously took Sheng Mingzhi as his lover, but only after Lu Jiayan introduced him did he realise that Sheng Mingzhi was the young master of MingChen Bank.

This is something Xu Lihua did not expect.

Sheng Mingzhi wasn't embarrassed either; after all, Xu Lihua would be damned if he really knew an 18th-tier bum like him.

After a short chat, Xu Lihua wanted Lu Jiayan to sit with him at the table.

After all, Lu Jiayan's status was such that he couldn't have let Sheng Jia's powerbrokers sit back in the same corner.

More surprisingly, however, Lu Jiayan's eyes fell on Sheng Mingzhi, seemingly seeking his opinion.

This little detail caught Xu Lihua's eye and surprised him a little.

Probably because his expression was so obvious, Sheng Mingzhi thought something was wrong and spoke up, "Uncle Xu, do I have something on my face?"

Xu Lihua laughed and didn't hide it, speaking openly, "I've heard some unfounded rumours that your husband and wife don't get along, but when I saw them with my own eyes today, I realised that the rumours were all empty."

Sheng Mingzhi It's the first time I've heard such a strange rumour about the YunJing upper class scene?

Fucking hell, have you had enough to eat?

But Lu Jiayan left for overseas on her wedding day, and was gone for three years.

It's normal to hear that they are not getting along, after all, if the rumours are true, it will also depress Sheng Jia and MingChen's share price.

His marriage to Lu Jiayan is itself a part of the game of capital.

It is not possible to talk about truth or falsity.

Sheng Mingzhi has an awkward laugh and really doesn't want to have an awkward conversation with Xu Lihua here.

He didn't know the old man well at all, and Xu Lihua and Lu Jiayan were talking about capital market stuff, and he didn't understand any of the vocabulary, and even drifted off to sleep.

This is what Lu Jiayan saw when he glanced over.

Sheng Mingzhi is still standing nicely, but his eyes are actually out of focus, and he seems to be in a daze.

Lu Jiayan, in between conversations, inclines his head and asks softly, "Is it boring?"

Sheng Mingzhi looked back and shook his head, "It's okay."

Wouldn't it be a shame if he said he couldn't understand?

Lu Jiayan's heart softened for a moment as she watched his dull expression as he let his hair down.

Showing a little elder warmth, "If you're bored, we won't sit at this table, okay?"

Sheng Mingzhi looked at him in amazement.

I thought to myself, "What's wrong with this male vixen, he's getting all warm and fuzzy, it's not like the weasel is giving the chicken a good time, right?

He shook his head again, "It's okay with me."

Sheng Mingzhi looked at him and said seriously, " Brother Jiayan, don't mind me. After all, it's rare for you to meet someone your own age, and it's good to have something in common."

Lu Jiayan: ......

His heart lurched.

Suddenly, I felt that this conversation was not going to last.

-

Qiao Yan fidgeted and glanced several times in the direction where Sheng Mingzhi had disappeared.

Half an hour earlier, he had witnessed the current editor-in-chief of MOMO approaching Lu Jiayan and the two seemed to have a conversation before Lu Jiayan and Sheng Mingzhi left their seats.

Looking at the direction, it seems to have gone to Xu Lihua's table.

The seating at MOMO's fashion dinner was arranged according to the status of the guests, and the only celebrities who could sit at Xu Lihua's table were two or three of the biggest names in the industry.

The rest are Xu Lihua's closest friends and big names in the financial and capital circles, in short, not in Sheng Mingzhi's league.

He couldn't convince himself in any way that Sheng Mingzhi had a reason to sit at that table.

One can only console oneself with the fact that it may have been a misreading of the eyes.

The MOMO dinner was broadcast live and has been watched by tens of millions of fans online.

Qiao Yan smiled sweetly and greeted the live viewers.

Meanwhile, Huo Yuzhe also looks up, puts down his phone and does business with Qiao Yan.

Most of the viewers in the live stream were wailing about how sweet it was.

Only a few sporadic pop-ups crossed the screen.

" Is this suit Qiao Yan is wearing LV, it looks a bit like a pirated version."

"The version is weird, but maybe it's live and there's an error."

"This dress million high definition, buy the cottage so embarrassing, but the genuine word, his curry can not borrow it ......"

......

As a result, fifteen minutes later, the pop-ups from the live broadcast were screenshotted and posted to Weibo by someone with an eye for detail.

And with a photo of Qiao Yan's finishing touches.

@Passerby: If you don't know, ask, is Qiao Yan wearing a copycat? So embarrassing (soybean sweating)

As soon as it was sent, the comments section was abuzz with pink and black.

"How could my Yanyin wear pirated copies?"

"The agent said it was Brother Huo who bought it for Yan Yan, how could he buy a fake!"

"At first glance it's a rumour, scatter and disperse."

"No, Sheng Mingzhi wore the same suit today, how come no one said he was wearing a fake?"

"Laugh out loud. May I ask if he crossed the real thing?"

"I can't even argue with upstairs."

The topic is skewed here.

" If the one Sheng Mingzhi is wearing were real, 18 pictures on Weibo wouldn't be enough for him to show off."

"Don't underestimate him, Sheng Mingzhi might want to make a video vlog to show off."

"Laugh it up, Sheng Mingzhi, no less."

"To be fair, I'm Qiao Yan and I'm embarrassed to death that Sheng Mingzhi looks better in fakes than he does."

"He's looking okay today, just didn't find him on air, glued up like this?"

"There's a shortage of avatars, someone go rush this little loser into posting a selfie (nose dig)"

......

The #QiaoYan red carpet wearing fakes has skyrocketed to #7 in barely 10 minutes.

When Sheng Mingzhi swiped this tweet, his phone still had five percent of battery left, but that didn't stop him from eating the melon.

A number of fashion bloggers have pulled out the authentic piece worn by the model at a high luxury autumn/winter presentation, the same one worn by Sheng Mingzhi.

It is only slightly different as it has been tailored specifically for him by a high luxury designer to fit his body.

He flipped through the square with relish, almost all of it mocking Qiao Yan.

Sheng Mingzhi was so angry that he couldn't resist giving credit to a few marketing numbers.

It happened to be seen by Lu Jiayan.

The little fox's eyes narrowed into slits as he laughed, practically writing gloating on his face.

As a result, the next time Sheng Mingzhi was refreshed, the hot search had been removed.

Qiao Yan's team was so fast that they didn't even let Sheng Mingzhi finish the melon, and five minutes later, a #ShengMingzhiRedCarpetWearingShanzhai entry landed in the fourth spot on the hot search.

Sheng Mingzhi When I saw my own black hot search hanging high, I honestly had one feeling in my heart.

Qiao Yan is so generous with her money.

It's no surprise to the resident hotspot's 18th-tier batterby that he's been subjected to any kind of blackmail, and Sheng Mingzhi is used to it.

He never cared what others thought of him; it was enough that he himself knew what he was.

For the rest, only time will give the answer.

Lu Jiayan, however, who was also watching his phone, frowned.

He doesn't follow the entertainment industry and doesn't know Sheng Mingzhi's current situation in the entertainment industry. When he suddenly saw the black hot search, his tone was a bit cold: "Is your team on a white salary?"

Sheng Mingzhi gave him a look, wondering how to communicate with the overbearing president who never knew anything about the entertainment industry.

So he said indifferently, "Don't mind them, they'll die down in a few days."

When he opened the comments section of his latest tweet, it was overrun by Qiao Yan's fans, and they were pretty harsh.

Sheng Mingzhi simply pulls them all out of sight and out of mind.

By the time he was done with the anti-fans and ready to quit Twitter, he found his comments and retweets had shot up to 999.

The last time it was this high was the time it came out of the ring live.

He flinched slightly and clicked on the retweet.

It turns out that it was LV's official Weibo account that retweeted his studio's nine-gallery fine-tuning, claiming the high-fashion piece.

@LouisVuitton: Sheng Mingzhi @ Sheng Mingzhi on the red carpet of MOMO in a handmade bespoke suit from the LOUIS VUITTON Fall/Winter 2024 collection.