Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 173: Beauties Everywhere

Sun Jiajia gave Xu Xiangbei a grateful look, not very confident, her voice sounding like a kitten’s mew: "This fashion show is full of big names. I heard that two designers came from Italy and Paris, bringing their clothes to exhibit. Famous designers from Yanjing and Earth Sea are also participating. I’m just a rookie designer, how can I compare with them?"

Xu Xiangbei smiled, encouraging Sun Jiajia: "There’s a saying that goes, ’young calves are not afraid of tigers.’ As long as you dare to go against them, you have a chance to win. If you don’t dare, you won’t even have a chance to lose."

Sun Jiajia giggled: "Usually, I see you as slick-tongued, like your mouth is coated in honey. Didn’t expect you to be quite the motivator. After tonight’s fashion show, I’ll treat you to dinner."

Xu Xiangbei glanced at Sun Jiajia’s charming body, grinning playfully: "You’re treating me to dinner again. Last time, when you treated me, I almost fell into your trap. Is there another scheme this time?"

Bringing up the time Sun Jiajia invited Xu Xiangbei for dinner, her ears turned red with embarrassment. She had willingly sacrificed herself for her fiancé Chen Yonghao’s release, yet Xu Xiangbei, pitying her, did nothing out of line and even covered her with a blanket to protect her dignity.

She has always been grateful to Xu Xiangbei, her face flushed, she lowered her head and said: "Brother Xu, please don’t bring up that matter again. Thank you."

Xu Xiangbei realized he touched a sore spot for Sun Jiajia and sighed lightly in his heart. Chen Yonghao really is a fool to throw away such a good wife.

He smiled: "I was just joking. Don’t take it seriously."

Sun Jiajia laughed in relief: "I know you’re joking. Although you often speak unrestrainedly, deep down you’re kindhearted. You’re a good person."

Xu Xiangbei laughed heartily: "Don’t praise me so much. If you praise me like this, I’ll think I’m some kind of big deal."

The Porsche roared with power, Xu Xiangbei’s driving skills were superb, speeding along the way, making Sun Jiajia jumpy with fear. When they arrived at the South City Fashion Center, it was only 3:30, half an hour earlier than expected.

Once at the fashion center, Sun Jiajia immediately made a call: "President Qiao, thank you for arranging for me to participate in the exhibition. I’ve arrived at the fashion center."

The voice on the other end was a man’s: "Jiajia, come to the backstage. I’ve arranged a lounge for you in Room 21, Zone D. I’ll be waiting there."

Sun Jiajia felt a bit flattered. At a fashion show filled with top designers, having her clothes shown was already good enough, but she even got a lounge arranged for her.

She was very grateful: "Okay, thank you, President Qiao. I’ll head over right away."

Xu Xiangbei carried Sun Jiajia’s large bag, which seemed packed with clothes and felt quite heavy.

Wondering how Sun Jiajia managed to carry such a heavy bag on her own to the roadside after her car broke down.

In such a slender and fragile body, Sun Jiajia surprisingly held such great strength.

Backstage, Zone D, guarded by security. Sun Jiajia hung her badge around her neck to show the guard. The badge read designer Sun Jiajia and featured a beautiful photo of her.

The guard stopped Xu Xiangbei, looking at him suspiciously: "What are you here for?"

Sun Jiajia quickly explained with a smile: "He’s my driver helping me with my stuff. He’s with me."

The guard nodded indifferently, letting Xu Xiangbei in. Once inside Zone D backstage, Xu Xiangbei’s eyes seemed not to be under his control.

Every now and then, tall and alluring models in hot pants brushed past him, their faces enchanting, their bodies seductive, like sculptures. Their long, fair legs seemed so mesmerizing, practically suffocating him.

Almost at Room 21, two Russian beauties with blonde hair and blue eyes crossed his path, smiling as they approached. Before them were curves so full of charm, even though a few steps away, nearly bumping into his chest.

Russian beauties are truly enthusiastic, greeting Xu Xiangbei proactively, speaking rusty Huaxia: "Hello, can you help us move some stuff?"

Xu Xiangbei felt a bit deflated, wondering why beauties would approach him only to realize they mistook him for a mover, yet for those perfect figures, helping move some stuff felt worthwhile.

Xu Xiangbei stared directly at the surging waves before him, his tongue tied: "Beauties, what do you want to move? I’m very happy to oblige."

Sun Jiajia quickly stepped between Xu Xiangbei and the Russian beauties, smiling at them: "Sorry, he’s my exclusive mover. You’ll have to find someone else."

The Russian beauties shrugged, their ocean-like blue eyes showing disappointment, swinging their golden hair as they left.

Xu Xiangbei swallowed hard, gazing longingly at the graceful backs, wishing he could chase after them and run away with them.

Sun Jiajia warned: "Get my clothes moved first, then you can flirt all you want. Otherwise, I won’t let you talk to any other beauties."

Xu Xiangbei smirked defiantly: "Are you trying to monopolize me?"

Sun Jiajia gave Xu Xiangbei a sideways glance: "Brother, you’re overestimating yourself. I just want you to move the clothes to Room 21."

After almost half a lap around Zone D, they finally found Room 21.

Only then did Sun Jiajia release Xu Xiangbei: "We’re here, Brother Xu. Put the stuff here, your task is done. Now you can go look at beauties as you wish."

Xu Xiangbei put down the heavy bag and was about to leave when a thin middle-aged man, sporting a small mustache, wearing a retro suit, black jacket, and white shoes approached, looking like a playboy from an American black-and-white movie.

The middle-aged man affectionately held Sun Jiajia’s hand: "Jiajia, long time no see, you’ve lost so much weight."

Sun Jiajia shook off his hand, smiling awkwardly: "President Qiao, hello. Long time no see. You’re still as handsome as ever. This fashion show must have kept you busy."

The middle-aged man leered at Sun Jiajia: "Not too busy. I heard about you and Chen Yonghao. He really doesn’t know how to cherish, giving up a wonderful woman like you. If it were me, I’d hold you dearly."

Sun Jiajia’s face reddened slightly, intentionally changing the topic: "Thank you for your concern, President Qiao. Should I give these clothes to the models?"

The middle-aged man gently wrapped his arm around Sun Jiajia’s soft shoulder, leading her into the lounge, his eyes gleaming with malice and wicked intent.

"There’s still time, no rush. Let’s go into the lounge and discuss some details about your fashion show."

Room 21 was like a standard room, complete with a sofa, chairs, dressing table, and most conspicuously, a large soft, wide bed in the center.