City’s Best Divine Doctor
Chapter 896: No Wonder It’s So Familiar

Chapter 896: Chapter 896: No Wonder It’s So Familiar

There’s still an hour and a half before today’s fashion show concludes.

Initially, I thought the remaining hour and a half of the fashion show, featuring those female models, would be just like before—nothing more than slightly varied imitations.

To my surprise, the moment a female model in a specific dress stepped onto the stage, everything changed.

At first glance, Ye Qiu found it oddly familiar.

At the second glance, Ye Qiu didn’t need to look further—he already knew.

Zhou Wenting and Louise gazed over as well, and the longer they looked, the more familiar that dress seemed to them. For Louise especially, seeing that tall, slim model whose build was quite similar to her own, the familiarity of that dress hit like a wave.

There was something unmistakably familiar about it. It immediately struck her—wasn’t that one of the dresses Ye Qiu had specially designed for her the last time?

The dress was made for summer and autumn wear, meaning it looked just as perfect in summer as it did in autumn.

And now, seeing the model move across the runway, Louise realized this design had immediately grabbed the audience’s attention below.

Compared to the spring and summer looks shown earlier, this dress—and the few others displayed after it—exuded an undeniably sharper sense of fashion. The dresses gave off an air of grandeur and brightness, yet without the pretensions of excessive luxury.

As for the fashion appeal itself, it was truly beyond question. After all, Ye Qiu had specifically designed these dresses tailored to Louise’s figure and identity, so that whether for casual outings or attending pivotal meetings, she could walk in confidence wearing them.

"Ye Qiu, why do I feel those dresses seem a bit familiar?"

Zhou Wenting asked in puzzlement.

"What do you think?"

"Could it be that I’ve seen them somewhere before?"

Ye Qiu smiled faintly but didn’t reply.

Of course, aside from changes in sizing, nothing about these dresses had been altered. Back when Ye Qiu stayed at the Louvre Grand Hotel before returning to Huaxia, he had designed nearly ten such dresses for Louise in one single evening.

By tweaking the colors and materials, these designs could easily morph into fifteen or even twenty variations.

It was a similar trick that the Qingcheng Group had used back then, stealing and replicating Ye Qiu’s lingerie designs and then producing modified versions of various sizes and styles.

Clearly, this thief was more cunning.

The audience around them grew increasingly astonished and excited. From their expressions—the cheering spectators, enthralled reporters, and even the designers—it was obvious that this particular design had garnered widespread acclaim.

Who, then, had created this masterpiece?

The audience eagerly awaited the answer.

Around 6:30 PM Paris time, the screen at the front revealed the name of this obscure designer, "Charles."

Despite his complete lack of fame, it came as a shock to everyone that Charles had produced such a stunningly innovative summer dress.

No wonder it was chosen as the show’s grand finale.

Louise realized then that the sketches she had lost on the high-speed train had been picked up by someone—and worse, they had become the means for someone else’s success.

But she had never thought that this person would be so brazen, actually bringing them to the Paris Fashion Show to parade as their own work.

The audacity was appalling!

After all, the Paris Fashion Show was hosted by the Paris Fashion Association with one purpose: to safeguard designers’ intellectual property rights. This was precisely why Paris’s fashion and luxury industries had thrived over the years, maintaining its global reputation as a style capital.

If this matter were publicized, it would spark an unprecedented scandal.

As a member of France’s elite society, Louise didn’t want to see the country’s fashion world ruined. Yet this matter couldn’t be left unaddressed.

She clenched her fists tightly, glaring at the image of Charles displayed on the screen.

"Louise, what’s wrong?"

Zhou Wenting, unaware of the fact that Ye Qiu had designed this dress for Louise or that the sketches had been lost on the train, was still clueless.

"It’s nothing."

Louise replied.

Ye Qiu reached out and held Louise’s hand, quietly reassuring her, urging her not to be angry.

In Huaxia, such incidents were unfortunately common, but Ye Qiu hadn’t expected something like this to occur even in France, a place known for its rigorous enforcement of design copyrights. It only went to show that this was a universal issue—an issue determined solely by whether the law could effectively intervene.

In Huaxia, repercussions for such acts were often superficial. Many times, insufficient evidence meant no penalties could be imposed, leaving the rights of the original designer unprotected.

But in France, the penalties were severe. If this escalated into a full-blown scandal, it could undoubtedly damage the international standing of the Paris Fashion Show.

By 7 PM, the fashion show finally came to an end.

Many in the audience seemed unsatisfied, as though they hadn’t had their fill. Some attendees, along with fashion magazine reporters, were eager to track down this unknown designer named Charles while Ye Qiu, Louise, and Zhou Wenting blended into the crowd as they exited the venue.

As they left the Louvre, climbed into their car, and drove away, Louise asked, "Qiu, why don’t you seem the least bit angry?"

"Angry? What’s there to be angry about? I’ve already seen this happen too many times in Huaxia."

Thinking back to the Qingcheng Group’s antics, Ye Qiu couldn’t muster much outrage.

That didn’t mean he intended to let this go unpunished, though.

"Wenting, did you know that those dresses just now were designed by Ye Qiu for me? When all of you ran into those criminals on the plane that time and I was rushing back and forth, my sketches must have fallen on the high-speed train. And now, they’ve ended up in this Charles guy’s hands, helping him claim fame and fortune!"

"No wonder! I thought they looked so familiar. Now I remember—they’re similar to the dress Ye Qiu designed for you that evening at Earl Charley’s Castle. At first glance, it was breathtaking, and afterward, it left an inexplicable fondness."

"So, what now?"

Zhou Wenting asked again.

"We’ll definitely confront Charles. I want him behind bars!"

Louise declared firmly.

"No rush. Let him bask in the limelight for two days. When the time comes, we’ll make him regret it."

Ye Qiu smirked.

He intended to humiliate not only Charles but also the entire Paris Fashion Show establishment. Did they really believe the East couldn’t produce brilliant designers?

"But I..."

Louise hesitated, knowing such a move could lead to severe consequences for Charles.

Still, she was reluctant to let this escalate into a scandal that could tarnish the Paris Fashion Show’s reputation.

So, she simply wanted to approach the Paris Fashion Association discreetly and resolve the matter behind the scenes.

Seeing Ye Qiu’s composed expression, Louise realized she would have to trust his approach.

It was dinner time, so they decided to head to Chinatown for a meal, then move on to the Louvre Grand Hotel for the night.

As Louise drove toward Chinatown, elsewhere earlier that afternoon, in a Parisian affiliated hospital, including its doctors, nurses, patients, their families, and members of the Europe Medical Exchange, as well as reporters and spectators, everyone was left in shock by this unfolding incident.