Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 373: The Old Nun is Ready to Take Off Her Mask

Chapter 373: Chapter 373: The Old Nun is Ready to Take Off Her Mask

After entering the exhibition center, An Yan and Su Yue and others went to the break room to prepare.

Fu Shiyan and the others headed to the venue.

Since they had VVVIP tickets, they were arranged in the VIP seats, right next to the judges’ seats on the left side.

After sitting down, Zhou Ziqiao looked at the continuously arriving people and held Fu Jinqiao’s hand, "I’m a bit nervous for An Yan."

"Don’t worry, Younger Auntie will definitely win the championship!" Fu Jinqiao whispered in her ear, "To be honest, I’m actually quite nervous too."

Zhou Ziqiao chuckled, "Then I’m relieved, it turns out I’m not the only one who’s so wound up."

Mu Shaoze took hold of Zhou Ziqiao’s other hand, "Don’t be nervous, I’m here."

Zhou Ziqiao withdrew her hand, huffing lightly, "What, do you have magic to make me relax?"

Mu Shaoze smirked, "I can give you a massage, a full-body one, I guarantee you’ll be comfortable."

Zhou Ziqiao: "..."

Her face turned red, and she whispered, "Shut up!"

Mu Shaoze pressed close to her arm, continually transferring warmth to her, "Ziqiao, now the whole country knows that I’m the kid’s dad, the infamous Old Mu who crashed the wedding."

Zhou Ziqiao glared at him, "You’re proud of crashing a wedding? If it weren’t for An Yan, I wouldn’t even be seen with you. Even if you’re the father, I can still find a stepfather for the kid!"

Mu Shaoze quickly grabbed her hand, their fingers intertwining, "That won’t do, I’ve seen plenty of videos online, once there’s a stepdad, the real mom becomes a stepmom too."

Zhou Ziqiao: "...There are also real dads who’ve beaten their kids to the point of shock!"

Mu Shaoze hurriedly said, "That’s definitely not me, look how good I am to Anan and Yanyan, let alone my own kid. If I beat the kid, my parents would skin me alive."

Zhou Ziqiao didn’t want to argue with him anymore, the current Mu Shaoze was blindly obedient to her. She didn’t understand how his temperament had improved so quickly, so much that it made her question her own life.

Jinqiao secretly spoke to Mu Qianfan, "Big brother, I’ve never seen fourth brother this humble before. He used to be so arrogant, it’s really hard to imagine."

Mu Qianfan glanced away, "He brought it on himself. Don’t worry, I would never treat you like that. I will hold you in the palm of my hands, and keep you under me."

Fu Jinqiao chided him, "Why are you so annoying?"

"Not happy?"

Fu Jinqiao leaned on his arm, "No, extremely happy, hehehe."

Sitting next to Mu Qianfan, Fu Shiyan sneered, "Old cow eating young grass, his tail is practically sticking up to the sky!"

Mu Qianfan was also mocking, "As if you haven’t been the same! You’re either hypnotized or amnesiac every other day, as fragile as a damsel, needing my sister to protect you. Almost hitting forty, grow some senses! Brother-in-law!"

Usually, Fu Shiyan was very quick-witted with his retorts, but upon hearing this, he suddenly shut up like frostbitten eggplant.

Mu Qianfan was absolutely right.

For many years, he had indeed been like a damsel, failing to protect An Yan and letting her suffer a lot of pain.

He seriously said, "I will take good care of her for the rest of my life."

Mu Qianfan looked at him, wondering if his words had been too harsh.

He was just about to explain that he wasn’t that terrible.

Then he heard Fu Shiyan say, "Don’t worry, nephew-in-law."

Mu Qianfan felt like he could vomit two liters of blood due to his irritation.

Unlike the light-hearted excitement at the venue, the atmosphere in the break room was much more tense.

The finals consisted of the top thirty participants selected from around the world, with half being eliminated in the first round and the top five selected in the second round. The third round would then determine the first, second, and third place winners.

The participants were all very nervous, for becoming the champion not only meant gaining vast resources and achievements but also wealth and status.

Gao Min was doing makeup for the models, Ruan Qingqing was styling their hair, and Zhou Wenwen was arranging the gowns for the models.

Su Yue whispered, "Is it really going to be foolproof?"

"Probably, maybe, I guess." An Yan smiled nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t the one about to compete.

She looked at Su Yue, "After so many big events, you’re actually nervous?"

Su Yue explained, "I’m nervous because I don’t know what kind of dirty tricks these scum will pull."

An Yan chuckled lightly, "Isn’t it more interesting not to know? Did you see the woman next to Zhuo An? It definitely must be Su Manxi."

Su Yue snorted coldly, "Still wearing an eye mask, a dog thing that only sees what’s in front of its nose! She really overestimates herself. Baby Yan, tonight you must make her face swell."

An Yan curved her lips, "If tonight you offer yourself to me, perhaps I could fulfill this wish of yours."

Su Yue covered her mouth and laughed, "Then Old Dog Fu could wipe me out."

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Inside the venue.

The stage lights flickered, and after a lively song and dance number, a man with an explosion hairstyle took the stage—it was the famous host from C country, Porter.

After initiating a humorous opening, he introduced the four judges of the evening, but only three showed up.

Judge Lawrence outlined the rules of the competition and took the opportunity to introduce the other two judges, Jessia and Dennise.

Dennise teased, "Finally, I have the honor of being a judge alongside Galaxy, but this guy is obviously unreliable, probably couldn’t find a parking spot."

Jessia shrugged, "I also really want to see this top designer’s true face, and I hope we can see her before the competition ends."

Lawrence laughed, "I spoke with Galaxy over the phone; she said she would definitely come tonight, and she will also take off her mask. Let’s all wait for her arrival together. Now, the competition begins."

The audience gasped, not because the competition had started, but because they would see Galaxy’s face tonight.

The most excited in the VIP seats was Fu Jinqiao, who messaged An Yan.

"Younger Auntie, I’m so excited! (✧◡✧)"

An Yan: "?"

"Tonight, Galaxy will reveal her true face, my coming here tonight is totally worth it!"

An Yan: "That’s all you’re excited about?"

"But of course! Extinction Old Nun said she would take off her mask tonight, so then I’ll know just how abstract her face really is!"

An Yan: "..."

Su Yue caught a glimpse of the message and bent over laughing, "Jinqiao is really too cute; I’d like to see her surprised expression, she could probably fit a goose egg in her mouth."

An Yan smiled helplessly, "Maybe not just a goose egg, perhaps a blooming large mantou."

The competition began. An Yan sent out a model with cold white skin.

She was dressed in a dreamy white tulle gown with bubble-shoulder sleeves connected to thin veils wrapping her arms, her bust adorned with white roses with pearl stamens, a waist-cinching style made her figure appear slender, the skirt slightly held back her straight legs, the pattern on the gown was of a feather dry design, dignified, elegant, graceful, and a pair of lace-up high heels enhanced her noble demeanor.

Quickly after a contest, combined with the judges’ and live audience’s scores, the results of the first round were out.

An Yan ranked first with the highest score, and Zhuo An came in second.

In the second round, An Yan sent out a model with Eastern features, her nude-colored gown incorporated elements of a cheongsam, embroidered with golden and silver threads by hand, richly imbued with Eastern characteristics, yet the gown itself wasn’t totally antique, it also included some fashionable elements that didn’t clash at all.

Su Yue asked, "I can’t believe you still had time to make a gown tonight, utterly unimaginable."

An Yan was puzzled.

Su Yue smirked, "I thought Old Dog Fu would be insatiably demanding every night!"

An Yan: "..."

In another rest room, Zhuo An was considerably dissatisfied, "How could this be? That bitch Mu Anyan was supposed to solidify her drafts, could it be she was prepared with more than one option?"

A woman squinted at the model on the screen, her lips pursed as she spoke, "That person is very cunning, always changing tactics."

Zhuo An asked, "Then how should we accuse her of plagiarism?"

The woman chuckled, "Take a closer look, who does her design style resemble?"

Zhuo An suddenly widened his eyes, excitedly said, "So you already thought of a countermeasure? You’re suggesting her design looks like..."

The woman cast a cold glance, "Shut up!"

Zhuo An immediately clamped his mouth shut.

The woman’s lips curled in a hint of disdain and scorn, "Mu Anyan can design? Those are all hyped up! Tonight I’m going to smack her face hard! I want the whole world to know just how shameless she is!"