Reincarnation: My All-Round Sweetheart
Chapter 481: Who’s Really Nervous Between Us?

Chapter 481: Chapter 481: Who’s Really Nervous Between Us?

However, if he knew that the former name he had tried so hard to hide had been leaked, he would surely go mad.

Fortunately, no one in his studio dared to call him at this time and tell him, "You’ve become famous because of ’Li Gousheng’."

The models attending Milan Fashion Week to walk the runway were all international supermodels; however, Qianxun quickly noticed something—although these supermodels each had different characteristics and auras, they never overshadowed the clothes when walking the runway. Instead, the audience’s gaze fell on the clothing they wore.

Now, Qianxun finally understood why it was called Fashion Week and not some model runway show.

The focus of Fashion Week was on the various outstanding clothing designs, not on the models themselves.

Luckily, she had watched this show; otherwise, she might have exuded too strong a personal aura in the evening runway show, causing people to overlook the clothes on her.

With this thought, Qianxun decided to change her runway style for the evening; of course, she couldn’t let the audience focus solely on the clothes and ignore her.

After the morning show, Qianxun had gained quite a few insights.

After lunch, she rested for only a short while before redoing her makeup, changing clothes, and continuing to take photos.

After watching the afternoon show, it was finally time for Eric’s personal collection presentation in the evening.

Besides various major media, the invited included friends known to Eric and many celebrities. In short, the number of attendees was in no way diminished because it was Eric’s personal presentation.

After all, everyone wanted to see what the year’s award-winning work would look like.

When Qianxun arrived backstage, Lin Cui began removing her makeup, applied a facial mask, and then did her makeup anew.

Most of the surrounding models were Westerners with generally deep-set features, conversing with each other.

As the only Asian model, Qianxun didn’t have many people talking to her.

Of course, there was nothing strange about that; after all, Qianxun had no reputation to speak of abroad; to these models, she was just an ordinary Eastern person with good looks.

During the makeup process, Lin Cui quietly asked, "Qianxun, are you nervous?"

She knew that this presentation was almost going to be covered by mainstream fashion media worldwide.

But to her knowledge, this was Qianxun’s first time on the runway.

Hearing Lin Cui’s words, Qianxun gently smiled, "Who’s nervous, you or me? Your hands are shaking. This is your chance to make a splash internationally; your hands need to be steady."

Nervous? She was accustomed to being worshiped by thousands; what was there to fear about a runway show?

After a moment of surprise, Lin Cui quickly regained her composure and steadied her hand with the brush on Qianxun’s face.

Qianxun was right, this was also her opportunity.

And she believed her makeup skills were certainly not lacking; if she could gain more fame because of Qianxun, that would be a good thing!

When Qianxun’s makeup was complete, an assistant notified her to go to the dressing room to change.

By that time, the runway music had already started.

The theme of Eric’s design was the mystery and gentleness of Eastern women—traits that fascinated foreigners the most. So, when the first model wearing a blue dress as beautiful as blue and white porcelain appeared, the audience immediately let out exclamations of admiration, "So beautiful! I know this; this is Huaxia’s extremely famous blue and white porcelain, Eric has added porcelain elements!"