novelraw Chapter 313: Caught in One’s Own Trap (8)
Chapter 313: Caught in One’s Own Trap (8)
Shen Tingting lunged and missed, landing heavily on the ground. Her nose seemed to have hit hard, and instantly quite a bit of blood flowed out."Qiao Mo! It’s you! It’s you who stole my model!"
Qiao Mo looked indifferently at the woman on the ground and said slowly, "You brought this on yourself. If you hadn’t driven away my models with a hefty sum, Fu Nancheng wouldn’t have hired others to walk the show for me."
"Fu Nancheng... Fu Nancheng... Why is he so good to you! What is so good about you!" A hint of unwillingness appeared in her eyes.
The chubby assistant beside didn’t forget to add insult to injury, "What’s good about her? What is so bad about Miss Qiao? Truly laughable! Some people should really look in the mirror to see what they look like; dreaming of eating swan meat is as absurd as if they were Heavenly Immortal!"
The assistant pinched his throat and began to mock.
"You... who are you calling a toad? I won’t let you get away with this! I won’t let either of you get away!"
"Tch, did I say you were a toad? I’ve seen people picking up money; how come there are people picking up insults? You tell me, putting that name on yourself, is the toad happy about it?"
Qiao Mo looked at the assistant beside her in shock, only feeling that his combat power was off the charts, with her eyes sparkling with little stars!
"You... you all..." Two streams of tears flowed from Shen Tingting’s eyes.
Her runway show, the clothes she painstakingly designed, didn’t even get a chance to be showcased before everyone!
"What is this called? It’s called dropping a rock on your own foot, self-entrapment... So, as they say, one shouldn’t have malicious intents towards others; otherwise, they’ll get struck down by lightning!"
The assistant’s orchid fingers were beautifully poised, and his attitude made Qiao Mo chuckle to the side.
"What are you looking at? Why are you looking at me? If you hadn’t driven away Miss Qiao’s model, wouldn’t our Xiao Mo be walking the runway for you now? No remorse!"
Because his voice was somewhat unique, it was exceptionally penetrating and noticeable backstage.
The director nearby lost his temper too, running over with his notebook, roaring, "Number nineteen, huh? Who’s number nineteen! Where are they!"
"I..." Shen Tingting was about to speak when the director’s gaze already landed on her, and she was subjected to another round of scolding: "Who do you think you are? Didn’t know you should report in advance if you can’t go on stage, huh? What’re you here early for! Do you know how much trouble you cause!"
Shen Tingting was so angry her teeth itched. Looking at Qiao Mo on the side, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and whatever she was thinking of, she suddenly held back.
Soon, all models finished walking the runway and were gradually stepping onto the stage with their designers.
Xiao Mo descended from the stage, and only then did Qiao Mo seriously inspect him, her eyes flashing with amazement.
Have to say, some people are truly born clothes hangers.
This dark blue suit on him, understated and modest, complemented his slightly cool silhouette.
She had initially worried the clothes might be a bit snug, but it turned out to be just right.
"Miss Qiao." Xiao Mo nodded to Qiao Mo, as a form of greeting.
"Thank you for helping out this time."
"Nancheng saved my life once. Walking a show for his woman is nothing." Xiao Mo spoke with a calm tone; his long lashes had a bit of that natural curl often seen in Westerners.
"Alright, alright, you two stop being sentimental, get ready to go on stage! Oh my, this is truly a match made in heaven!" The chubby assistant clapped his hands, glancing at the two standing together, and nodded with satisfaction.
Shen Tingting stood to the side with a sullen face: Qiao Mo, this matter won’t end just like this!