Chapter 124

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"I have called this press conference today to announce several matters on behalf of the President of Wenna," Rong Qing stated. From the moment she stepped into the room, the media below erupted into a frenzy of camera flashes.

"As an artist, being able to own my own company is not just an honor; it is a responsibility that comes with being a partner of the Huo family. Wenna is the first company I have taken over, and it represents the fashion brand I have always envisioned. To create a unique brand of my own, our entire design team has worked in unity to develop our own fashion philosophy. Therefore, next Saturday, May 17th, we will hold the Wenna Fashion Show. I hope that our friends and media from all walks of life will come to support us."

As soon as Rong Qing finished speaking, the room was filled with commotion. A superstar hosting a fashion show—it was likely that the primary motive for attendance would be to see Rong Qing herself. This was a disguised form of product promotion. With such tremendous star power, even if the show itself were not as impressive as imagined, the products would likely sell out instantly.

Facing the skepticism from the floor, Rong Qing remained calm. She continued, "To help our brand break into the international market, I will personally walk the runway during the show." The scene instantly descended into uncontrollable exclamations. This high-priced supermodel was walking for an unknown brand; her mere presence was enough to make the brand a sensation. Once the Wenna brand became synonymous with Rong Qing, her fanatical 'Love' fanbase would surely snap up everything. Everyone marveled at Huo Lingtian's luck in marrying such a golden goose; the flow of wealth would be endless. According to an assessment report by a business rival of the Huo Group, since the superstar Rong Qing married into the Huo family, the group's revenue had gradually increased by five percent. For a dynasty built on a mountain of gold, this was an astronomical sum. Even marriage into a family with deep roots might not guarantee such pure profit. Those tycoons who had once mocked Young Master Huo for choosing beauty over empire were now filled with regret. Heavens, how could such a lucky charm have slipped through their fingers?

Seeing Rong Qing so fiercely defending the Huo family's assets, those with ulterior motives could no longer sit still. Even at the risk of being ridiculed by millions of fans and facing public backlash, a financial reporter broke through the crowd to ask the question burning in his mind: "Ms. Rong, is your takeover of Wenna merely a publicity stunt? With your reputation, even a brand without any character could use the celebrity effect to break into the international market after the fashion show."

"Will the emergence of Wenna bring such a vicious cycle to the fashion industry?" "Relying on a superstar's fame, if people are only focused on watching the star during the fashion show, how could they possibly have the heart to appreciate the clothing?" The reporter's subsequent mockery caused the expressions of the designers on stage to shift.

"We are building a fashion brand. If we lacked substance and relied on deception, we would never gain the recognition of industry masters, and it would only ruin my reputation. As an artist, I don't think anyone would do something so counterproductive," Rong Qing retorted, silencing the crowd with just a few sentences. Since her debut, she had maintained an impeccable image with zero scandals and a strong emphasis on her own integrity. With the superstar's guarantee, the media finally quieted down.

Following the press conference, the creative team at Wenna was in a rush. Designers scrambled to finish their works, staff members were fully mobilized to set up the venue, and the public relations department sent out invitations to internationally renowned brands. Even the models hired included top domestic talent. Only the boss, Rong Qing, stayed home to recuperate, hiding in the Huo residence, leisurely sunbathing and sleeping in.

On a beautiful weekend morning, Huo Lingtian finally didn't have to go to work and stayed home to sleep in with his wife. The young master opened his eyes at seven o'clock sharp. He looked at the round little piglet curled up in his arms, sleeping soundly. Seeing those soft, pink lips slightly parted, nestled against his chest like a kitten, his heart was full of happiness. He held his wife like this, staring intently at her adorable sleeping face, and two hours passed without him even noticing.

Huo Lingtian was shocked when he looked up and realized it was almost nine. They had gone to bed quite early last night; why was his baby still unable to wake up? The more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt, and he finally shook the soundly sleeping Rong Qing awake. "Baby, baby... do you feel unwell?"

He gently felt her forehead—no fever. He shook her body, but the little rascal stubbornly pulled the quilt over her head and turned away. She didn't want to cuddle anymore; she was annoyed at the big bad guy for not letting her sleep in. She had been so tired and hungry lately, she thought to herself viciously.

Seeing his treasure turn away and the warmth vanish, Huo Lingtian was both angry and helpless. They had gone to bed at ten last night, and it was nine in the morning; this couldn't be good for her health. Looking at the little rascal curled into a silkworm cocoon, he simply pulled the whole bundle onto his lap.

Rong Qing was too sleepy to open her eyes, letting the man maneuver her as he pleased. Huo Lingtian held his super-sized baby, peeling back the layers of the quilt until a small head finally emerged. With a soft thud, her head slumped against his chest.

Huo Lingtian: Hehe... o(╯□╰)o

In the end, Rong Qing was woken by hunger. Her body felt like a bottomless pit; no matter how much she ate, she was hungry again in no time. Struggling to endure her rumbling stomach, she finally climbed out of bed.

At that moment, Huo Lingtian walked in with a bowl of crystal porridge. Rong Qing sat bolt upright on the bed, looking charmingly dazed. As the aroma of the food reached her empty stomach, her sleepy, misty eyes locked onto the bowl, glowing with a ravenous, greenish light.

Wherever the crystal bowl moved, her rolling eyes followed. Finally, as Huo Lingtian stood at the bedside with the porridge, she clutched her clamoring stomach, looking as pitiful as could be. The sound was so wronged, as if her treasure had been mistreated for ages—oh my, it made his heart ache.

"Lingtian, I'm hungry. My stomach is rumbling, and I can't seem to fill it." Rong Qing clutched her tummy. Just a few days ago, she had intended to lose weight, but now, if she skipped even one meal, her body would rebel. She had never been so famished before. Rong Qing felt so miserable; no matter how much she ate, she couldn't get full.

Watching his treasure’s anxious state, Huo Lingtian simply began feeding the little piglet in front of him, spoonful by spoonful. Over the past few days, her complexion had become much rosier, and the skin on her body felt soft, smooth, and supple. The little voice in Huo Lingtian's heart rejoiced: get fatter, get fatter...

Rong Qing finished the bowl of porridge and licked her lips. She looked into the bowl and saw it was empty, and her expression turned even more disappointed. Her stomach was only half-full; she was still hungry.

Her resentment was transmitted to Huo Lingtian. Even a man as knowledgeable and experienced as him was stunned; the portion size was not small, so the situation was indeed strange. Eventually, Rong Qing ate two more pieces of cake before finally lying back on the sofa, satisfied. She rubbed her smooth, flat stomach, looking like a lazy, aristocratic cat.

"Baby, is there any part of your body that feels uncomfortable? I’ll have the family doctor come over to check on you in a bit," Huo Lingtian asked worriedly. She looked rosy, ate well, and slept well—she didn't look sick at all.

"No need, I'm perfectly fine," Rong Qing waved her hand dismissively. Right now, eating and sleeping well were the most important things. Without realizing it, Rong Qing's mindset was leaning toward that of a pregnant woman.

Huo Lingtian still frowned; he didn't dare to be careless when it came to Rong Qing. Seeing the man's worried expression, she finally compromised: "Fine, fine. Let's wait until the fashion show is over this week, and then I'll see a doctor, okay?"

Finally, Huo Lingtian agreed.

"Baby, are you going out?" Rong Qing had finally climbed out of bed, but she was dressed in a style completely different from her usual look—a ruffian-like outfit that made it impossible to recognize the high-and-mighty superstar.

"Yeah, I have plans to go shopping with Meng Lin." In truth, the two sisters hadn't been in touch for a long time, and she didn't know how the young girl had been doing lately.

Huo Lingtian set down the document in his hand, grabbed a suit jacket, and walked toward the door with Rong Qing. "Let's go, I'll drop you off."

Rong Qing wanted to say it wasn't necessary, but seeing the man's attentive and nervous demeanor, she swallowed the words back.

In a large shopping mall, two girls with extraordinary temperaments walked together, chatting and laughing. Today, Rong Qing wore a hip-hop style t-shirt and heavy makeup, a complete change in style. Meng Lin wore a fresh, 'small-fresh' style dress, a happy smile on her sweet face.

As Meng Lin walked through the furniture department, she couldn't take her eyes off a vibrant pink bed. She pretended to stroll around, but her gaze kept darting back to the dreamy bed. Suddenly, a force beside her shook her out of her daydream.

"What's wrong? Daydreaming in broad daylight? Is something good about to happen with that guy of yours?" Rong Qing teased. Nothing made her happier than seeing her dazed friend find a good home.

"You... you..." Even the usually bold Meng Lin blushed at the question. She stammered, her eyes shifting, but finally, she nodded.

"Really?!" Rong Qing said excitedly. She immediately pulled her friend toward the dreamy bed. "What are you waiting for? If you don't take the initiative and someone else buys it, you'll be crying on your wedding night."

Pink was indeed the color of love in her mind. Thinking of that vibrant bed in a bedroom made her incredibly excited. But when she glanced at the many zeros on the price tag, her courage shattered halfway.

"Let's just forget it. His family has already prepared everything," Meng Lin said, pulling Rong Qing back, her heart feeling heavy.

Rong Qing looked her best friend in the eye and said, word by word: "You just tell me if you like it or not. I'll handle the rest."

"I... I..." Under Rong Qing's gaze, Meng Lin finally admitted she liked it.

Rong Qing walked up to the salesperson, took out a golden card, and said something to them. The salesperson beamed and promised that she could purchase it for half price. Meng Lin never dreamed it would be so cheap. She had recently been promoted to editor-in-chief, and gritting her teeth, she decided she could afford this much.

Meng Lin was satisfied. She took Rong Qing's hand and whispered a thank you in her ear.

Rong Qing chuckled. If money and power could help her closest friend get married, she was more than happy to provide it. Once, it was Meng Lin who stayed by her side and supported her; she was thankful to her for giving her the most genuine friendship.

As the sun set, the two girls walked together, their happy smiles reflecting the evening light.

---Side Note---

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