The host smiled but remained silent.
After saying all this, Bai Ruanruan smiled again.
Like a pure white flower, unassuming and unassuming, she looked at the camera in the live stream, even adding a wink.
He was ready to let his words reach the ears of those fashion moguls.
So he was subtly praising SN in his words. He's already signed a Givenchy product endorsement deal, and with his father's connections and his performance on the red carpet today, SN must value him highly. The position of brand ambassador is practically his for the taking.
A newcomer holding endorsements from two major luxury brands—I wonder how many people must be green with envy.
His remarks immediately sparked a heated debate in the comments section.
"Holy crap! Nan Qing is really wearing fakes!"
"I told you it was fake! How dare Nan Qing's fans boast about its high-end quality? It's obviously a counterfeit!"
" Nan Qing's newly announced YIVIYA endorsement has received such a great response, yet instead of capitalizing on this success, he's wearing counterfeit goods. He's so short-sighted!"
"So even an uncultured pig will fall if it stands in the right place at the right time. Hilarious! Pure self-destruction!"
"While wearing counterfeit goods is wrong, we can't blame Nan Qing entirely. It's obvious the company isn't supporting him anymore; he's quite pitiful."
The comments section was filled with diverse opinions, and the live stream's popularity surged.
Bai Ruanruan's remarks were quickly edited and spread on social media, attracting many likes from onlookers.
After delivering her sharp commentary, Bai Ruanruan waved to the live stream camera and then went to the lobby.
Although he was promoted by Huading Entertainment, he didn't have any representative works, was relatively unknown, and had a low status. The organizers didn't care about the popularity he generated online, and he was given a spot in a very obscure place.
Bai Ruanruan straightened her belt and searched through the crowd for her future husband, Xi Juan, but rolled her eyes after finally catching sight of him.
I really don't understand what's so good about Nan Qing?
Isn't it embarrassing for Xi Juan, a Grand Slam Best Actor winner, to sit next to him?
Bai Ruanruan decided to withdraw her previous feelings for Xi Juan.
He thought Xi Juan was a bit stupid, and his taste wasn't as good as Huo Yuzhou's; he simply didn't know how to appreciate him.
Not far away, several middle-aged men walked down the corridor, surrounded by others. Bai Ruanruan immediately recognized the Givenchy president, with whom she had met very happily yesterday.
Overjoyed, he raised his glass and weaved through the crowd, exclaiming, " President Jiang, it's great to see you again!"
Many people's eyes swept over and landed on Bai Ruanruan's unfamiliar face.
Who is this?
Bai Ruanruan put on a practiced smile and revealed her identity.
"Hello everyone, I'm the spokesperson for Givenchy's new fragrance--"
"I don't know him."
The President Jiang, who had been chatting quite congenially with him yesterday, swept a look of disgust across his face and interrupted him.
The other shrewd individuals also quickly realized what was happening, their expressions filled with the scrutiny and disdain common in the world of fame and fortune.
"These days, talent agencies sign anyone."
"Haha, this young man is interesting; he's quite good at patting himself on the back!"
"She's ugly, and dressed like a Christmas tree. Whose celebrity is this?"
" Huading, no wonder."
Sounds came from all directions, and Bai Ruanruan wished she could disappear into nowhere.
It wasn't just this group of people laughing; all-seeing eyes were peering in from all directions. They were talking behind him, seemingly laughing at his indiscretion—offering himself up before the banquet even started, only to be turned away.
Bai Ruanruan was confused. Everything was fine yesterday!
He hurried to the restroom, his face flushed, and made phone calls to these people.
" Zheng Ming, can you help me figure out what's going on? President Jiang ignored me just now—"
"How dare you ask me that!"
Zheng Ming's voice was filled with anger, his teeth clenched.
"Can you stop being so self-righteous, Bai Ruanruan?"
"I'm speechless. How did I end up with an idiot like you! If you don't understand, just shut up instead of pretending to be a know-it-all. Who do you think you are?"
"The company has invested so much manpower and resources in training you, and it's like throwing good money after bad. How could I have chosen such an idiot like you?"
After a barrage of insults, the phone abruptly ended.
Bai Ruanruan was so scolded that she couldn't open her eyes.
When he came to his senses, he had already opened Weibo on his own.
The video in which he sharply criticized Nan Qing was very popular. Bai Ruanruan clicked on the entry and entered the comments section, but he didn't understand what was going on for a moment.
Holy crap! Nan Qing's status is amazing!
"This is the first person in the industry to get SN to speak out and endorse him. Just what is Nan Qing's background?"
"This 'face-slapping literature' came so quickly, Brother Life, I'm embarrassed for you Bai Ruanruan "
"The SN account manager is a fan of Nan Qing? This response is too quick, and the tone is so obsequious?"
"Let me give you a quick explanation. The theme of SN's Fall Fashion Week this year is 'Transformation.' The seemingly ordinary black suit Nan Qing is wearing has a hidden secret: the cuffs are folded up in a dark gold color, and the contrast between black and gold symbolizes rebirth. There's also the hand-stitched seam along the edges of the garment, which is clearly a special stitching treatment for SN's most high-end clients. If you can't even see this, then the fabric must be SN's exclusive. Some celebrities claim to be loyal fans, yet they can't even recognize the most basic details?"
"I don't understand, but it sounds amazing."
"So, instead of groveling to SN, Brother Life shamelessly insulted SN's top custom client? Especially since the elements on that client's outfit foreshadowed the unreleased fashion week theme?"
"Hilarious! SN has been preparing for so long, and before the food is even served, Brother Life has already ruined the table."
" Bai Ruanruan, you're finished!"
Bai Ruanruan's deathly pale face was reflected on the screen.
He casually scrolled through the pages and was immediately struck by the widely discussed Weibo.
Somerled Norman: Timeless classics, refined through experience, authentic, free, radiant, and dazzling. Nan Qing, embodying Somerled Norman's Fall/Winter Haute Couture, showcases prestigious trends and leads a new modern style.
Bai Ruanruan read this Weibo over and over again, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
How is that possible?
Why would SN, a company known for its high standards, send out such a long string of compliments for Nan Qing?
Besides, Nan Qing is so poor he's even resorting to buying shared bikes; where did he get the money?
Could it be that the official Weibo account made a mistake? Or was their account hacked?
Bai Ruanruan gripped her phone tightly, and then, without thinking, liked the Weibo post.
The messages on Weibo kept popping up, and even more people came to laugh at him.
Bai Ruanruan didn't even dare to leave the bathroom, her face flushed as she scrolled through Nan Qing's Weibo.
He's definitely being kept by a sugar daddy!
right!
Nan Qing is the kind of person who can't endure hardship and has no backbone. What wouldn't he do for money?
He might have sold himself to some disgusting old man in that circle, spending his days playing with other people's asses.
That must be it!
That's why he was able to get YIVIYA's resources!
Bai Ruanruan gritted her teeth in resentment and pulled out an invitation to a wine tasting event for tomorrow.
Since Nan Qing is so shameless, he can't just sit and wait to die.
He's much luckier than Nan Qing; he doesn't have to spend time with any old men.
After much deliberation, Bai Ruanruan squatted down, loosened her clothes, revealing her snow-white neck and a small patch of her chest, and took a very alluring photo. She even deliberately raised her red, tear-filled eyes and sent it to Huo Yuzhou.
" Mr. Huo, I'm so sad..."
"Everyone is bullying me, what am I going to do...?"