The CEO’s Substitute Wife Is A Genius
Chapter 151: Explosion! World-Renowned Fashion Designer

Chapter 151: Chapter 151: Explosion! World-Renowned Fashion Designer

"My uncle?" Lu Zhan frowned.

"I was expelled from the Lu family. I’m not familiar with their affairs and my relationship with my uncle is just so-so."

Ming Ran’s brows deeply furrowed, "Alright, I’ll ask someone else."

Lu Zhan heard the call disconnect on the other end, feeling somewhat baffled.

It’s been a few years since the breakup, and she’s still concerned about his uncle?

Also, hasn’t his uncle been abroad recovering from heartbreak these past few years?

...

An hour later, Rong Mansion.

Zhao Huai appeared with a high-end brand’s saleswoman.

Jiang Man leaned on a single sofa, holding a sketchpad with a pencil wedged between her index and middle fingers.

On the sketchpad was a beautiful gauze dress. From the front, it looked like a sweet princess dress.

From the back, it was a trailing gauze dress, the train just touching the ground, not cumbersome but intricately designed.

At a glance, the train resembled the tail of a nine-tailed fox.

This dress was specifically designed by Jiang Man for Wen Rui.

She had the air of someone planning to send her to the top of the trending searches and make her the queen of the night on V-blog.

As for herself, it didn’t matter what she wore.

She didn’t lack fame or money.

But Wen Rui did.

"Madam, are you satisfied with these dresses?"

Zhao Huai instructed the saleswomen to push the clothing rack over.

Jiang Man glanced over briefly, her gaze settling on a sharp white suit.

"That one."

"This is for the indoor event. The red carpet attire will be air-shipped tomorrow and will arrive on the same day," Zhao Huai respectfully said.

Jiang Man raised her eyebrows in disbelief, "There’s red carpet attire too?"

"Yes, madam, you’re a celebrity. The entertainment industry is different abroad and at home. The BOSS specially tailored a haute couture evening gown for you. It certainly won’t be inferior to other female celebrities."

"No need, I’m just going to mingle," Jiang Man said with an indifferent attitude, feeling rather nonchalant.

Would someone who had effortlessly won numerous Grammy Awards care about a trivial V-blog night?

Seeing her detached demeanor, Zhao Huai didn’t know what else to say.

He could only sigh. Truly, a mogul is a mogul, seen much and known widely, always serene and unruffled.

If these clothes were given to any other female celebrity, they probably would have been overjoyed, eager to try on each one.

"About that haute couture..." Zhao Huai pursed his lips. "It’s a design personally drafted by the BOSS. Even if you don’t wear it for V-blog night, you might wear it on another occasion."

"Lu Xingzhou personally designed it?" Jiang Man’s interest piqued, her eyebrows and eyes lifted, her eyes twinkling.

She was surprised—the president himself designs clothes? And women’s clothing at that?

"Alright, then I’ll take it."

"Then I won’t disturb you any further, madam," Zhao Huai bowed.

As he was leaving, he remembered something. "Oh, madam, there’s one more thing I need to report to you."

Then he succinctly relayed an incident that had occurred at the mall to Jiang Man.

Jiang Man was no longer surprised by such matters.

Luxury boutiques are like a miniature vanity fair, where both buyers and saleswomen inherently follow a set of unspoken rules, venerating the high and trampling the low.

"No problem, let them get a harsh lesson from society," Jiang Man indifferently said, her words revealing a maturity beyond her years.

She was only twenty, yet her words sounded as though she had been jaded by years in society.

Zhao Huai was gradually getting used to Jiang Man’s attitude and way of speaking, fully aware that his lady was not just any ordinary girl.

He instructed the saleswoman to leave the suit Jiang Man had liked and to return all the others.

In Villa No. 12, JOJO, bored, held her coffee on the balcony, clutching her phone, debating whether or not to ask Lu Zhan out for a drink at the bar later.

Her eyes flickered, and she saw a saleswoman walking out of Villa No. 8, carefully carrying numerous bags.

"Ah, it must be nice to have a husband who dotes on you."

She knew without a doubt that these clothes were bought by Lu Xingzhou for Jiang Man.

With that thought, she mustered her courage and called Lu Zhan.

After waiting for a while, the other end finally picked up the call.

"Hello, Zhan?"

"JOJO, what’s up?"

"Are you free later? I’d like to ask you out for a drink. There’s a nice bar nearby."

The other end paused, hesitated for a long time before replying, "Okay, you set the time and place, JOJO."

"That’s settled then!" JOJO was thrilled, almost failing to hold her coffee cup steady.

She held her cup on the balcony, cheering and jumping, spinning around, laughing loudly.

At that moment, Lu Zhan hung up and got back to work.

Seeing him take two calls in a row, Yi Sha’s temper flared, "Zhan, I came here for you. What do you mean by having me design a gown for an unknown artist? You do know my value, right?"

"Of course, I know." Lu Zhan showed a remorseful smile, pressing his palms together, "That girl has a great voice, she will definitely become famous. Yi Sha, could you please consider it for my sake and include her this time?"

"Are you interested in that girl?" Yi Sha crossed her arms, her glance inquiring.

"Not really." Lu Zhan laughed, unable to fully explain the situation himself.

Seeing Wen Rui’s soft, pitiful look, his sympathy overflowed, and he wanted to help her more.

"Not? I’ve never seen you care so much about any girl." Yi Sha huffed, "I design clothes based on inspiration. I’ll see when I meet her, but if I’m not inspired, I can only apologize."

"Okay, if you’re willing to give her a chance, that’ll make things easier!"

After discussing with Yi Sha, Lu Zhan left the meeting room and immediately called Wen Rui.

Wen Rui was tired of trying on gowns to the point of nausea.

The rental fees for many evening gowns were exorbitantly high, and although she had a black card from her cousin who had told her she could borrow money, she still wanted to spend within her means.

"I think these two sets are fine. The rents are not expensive; one set is just fifty thousand, two sets a hundred thousand." The saleslady enthusiastically shouted.

Since she was the cousin of the third young mistress of the Lu Family, money was obviously not an issue.

While Wen Rui hesitated, Lu Zhan’s call came through.

"Hello? Brother Zhan?"

"Where are you? Do you have time now? Come over to Rong Mansion."

"I’m buying clothes..."

"Stop buying for now, come and meet Yi Sha. I’ve asked her to design a gown for the Weibo Night."

"Yi Sha?" Wen Rui was astounded upon hearing the name.

Even though she wasn’t familiar with luxury fashion, she saw this name pop up on her phone occasionally.

She is a globally renowned fashion designer, with numerous celebrities both domestic and international having worn her designs.

Each of her designs always sparked discussions and stood out on the red carpet.

Wearing a Yi Sha design was a topic in itself.

Wen Rui couldn’t believe it, what had she done to deserve wearing a Yi Sha design?

"Yes, come over now; Yi Sha and I are waiting for you,"

"Okay..." Wen Rui was so excited she nearly dropped her phone.

She froze on the spot, dazed for a long while.

"Ruirui, what’s wrong?" Mao Lili blinked her eyes and asked.

Wen Rui bit her lips and told them what Lu Zhan had said.

"No way! Yi Sha is designing clothes for you? Wasn’t she supposed to be here to tailor something for JOJO?"

"Yeah, Yi Sha’s status is such that she only works with top international and domestic stars."

"I don’t know what to say." Wen Rui was very anxious.

"Never mind that, Ruirui, you’re going to be famous, the big kind of famous!"

"Let’s go, let’s go, we’re not renting these clothes."

Mao Lili and Zhang Ziqi pulled her along to leave.

The saleslady wanted to swear at them but ended up clenching her fists, grinding her teeth, and swallowing the curse words.

Damn! What was that all about!

People from wealthy families but poor relatives really are too much to handle!

"Cousin..."

After leaving the International Trade Building, Wen Rui nervously made a call to Jiang Man, "Brother Zhan said that Yi Sha will design a dress for me. Can you also come to Rong Mansion? I’m a bit nervous."

With her cousin there, she wouldn’t be afraid.

"Yi Sha is designing clothes for you?" Jiang Man had just instructed the servants to buy materials for making clothes and was about to start cutting.