Chapter Seventy-Three: Late Autumn

The two most captivating trends sweeping through all of Europe were, without question, David’s autumn fashion exhibition and the cinematic masterpiece "Splendid Years." Whether it was the film’s vintage settings or the resilience and spirit of the Chinese nation depicted on screen, "Splendid Years" left Europeans deeply impressed and enamored. Europe, always priding itself on being at the forefront of fashion, felt a particular kinship with David, their collective pride, whose fashion week tickets were nearly impossible to come by.

Yet, those with a discerning eye would note that both of these cultural obsessions featured a Chinese girl. Not only did she leave an indelible impression on all of Europe with her debut on the runway, but with her acting and natural poise, Rong Qing had also won over every heart. Like a dark horse, this petite Asian woman had forcefully broken into the European elite social scene, winning legions of fans and attention.

"Splendid Years" premiered in Europe to resounding acclaim, and within just three days, the national box office surpassed the two hundred million mark. With such momentum, this Chinese-language epic was set to make box office history. After the film’s release, Rong Qing, who played the role of Ling Fei, saw her popularity surge online. Audiences could not help but praise her acting, and as admiration spread from one corner to another, her fan base grew exponentially, surpassing even top domestic celebrities.

Reading the heartfelt messages from her "Love" fans on Weibo, Rong Qing felt a gentle warmth in her heart. From her early days of anonymity and the decline in popularity after the scandal, she had struggled through skepticism and slander, step by difficult step, to reach where she was now. Perhaps she had entered the entertainment industry on a whim, but now she truly loved her craft and acting. The passionate cheers of her fans made everything worthwhile.

As Rong Qing looked out the window at the man waving to her—a dazzling and powerful figure—she reflected. Though he could shield her from the world and support the heavens from the highest peak, that height was a lonely one. What he needed was someone to accompany him through life, to sit beside him and watch the flowers bloom and fade. She would not permit herself to be weak; she was not yet enough. She still had to work harder to be worthy of standing at his side. She hoped that one day, she could shoulder a small part of the sky for Huo Lingtian, enabling him to let go of the burdens and pressures he carried.

Taking to the runway once more, Rong Qing felt no fear or apprehension about this unfamiliar field. All she needed to do was strive to become a more professional model. Her temperament and aura might earn her extra points, but she still lacked the true qualities and skills of a professional model. In this, she had much to learn.

The show three months prior that had rocked Europe graced the covers of major fashion magazines, propelling both David and Rong Qing into the limelight. This new, grander fashion show, with even greater influence, would bring an even starker contrast between success and failure. Without hope, there could be no disappointment—but with high expectations, the outcome, be it triumph or defeat, would have unprecedented consequences.

Tickets to the Louvre in France had sold out days in advance. Journalists jostled and squeezed their way into the venue, eager not to miss this grand occasion. The vast show hall was packed to capacity, with French celebrities and fashion icons in attendance. In the prime seats before the runway sat several Chinese dignitaries, their status and wealth unassailable.

Backstage, Huo Lingtian had already seen Rong Qing in her gown. If not for his formidable self-control and respect for her, he would have spirited this little mischief home, away from all prying eyes, to belong to him alone. Alas, Huo Lingtian emerged with an impassive face, forcibly restraining the storm of anger within, his powerful presence so chilling that no one around dared to breathe too loudly, lest they offend this kingly figure.

Meanwhile, David, ever the master of suspense, had revealed only the theme and a mysterious guest for the fashion show, driving the fashion world mad with anticipation. A few restless souls even attempted to sneak backstage for a glimpse, but tight security and sealed doors kept even the faintest whisper from leaking out, pushing the show’s anticipation to its peak.

Amidst the fervent anticipation, the hall lights gradually dimmed, and a silvery-grey glow emanated from the runway, growing brighter, like the pale sunlight of early morning, cool and melancholic. The steady beat of drums reverberated, their brisk, clear rhythm quickening the heart. As the last drumbeat faded, the runway exploded in a riot of colors, and, under the dazzling lights, a tall, graceful figure burst into the audience’s view.

Clad in silver-grey fabric that hugged her slender frame, the fitted long-sleeved, half-skirt showed off the model’s lush curves. Golden stripes at the waist and a deep V cut down the bare back twisted sinuously as she moved, like a serpent in motion. Black banded stripes curled around her ankles, the binding both sensual and alluring.

The model glided silently, as if bringing the gentle steps of autumn to the runway—a cool breeze wafting through, golden leaves drifting down in time with the slow rhythm, the scene under the bright lights evoking a crisp autumn day. The music remained steady and melodious, and despite the somber undertones, a sense of joy infused the autumnal atmosphere.

A star-studded, shimmering gown, embroidered with translucent threads and a sheer back, brought a touch of sensuality to the bold, dazzling dress. The model approached like an orchid blooming in a secluded valley, her cool-toned makeup enhancing her aloof elegance. Her long hair was swept up, exuding the majesty of a queen. The swaying of her waist, the flowing skirt sparkling with starlight, all made Rong Qing’s stride uniquely her own. Cameras flashed, capturing this unforgettable moment.

Rong Qing’s spin revealed her pale back, adorned with deep purple embroidery, highlighting the sensual beauty of the female form—a blend of cool pride and seduction, the very essence of the queenly air that autumn evoked.

The moment of breathtaking brilliance faded swiftly, leaving the audience reeling from the impact. The drums resumed, and the stage lights suddenly shifted—now dim and oppressive. White mist swirled across the runway, obscuring everything. The music transformed, upbeat and lively, as a male model appeared, dressed in a plaid vest and relaxed camel trousers, his broad shoulders exuding masculine strength. The pairing of dark hues with crisp casual pants was a refreshing sight.

Women’s fashion, sensuous and bold, combined with the gentle strength of the male models, sent the crowd into a frenzy. Many fashion luminaries in the audience cursed David for his cunning: the pairing of men and women was an inspired, though unexpected, choice—and remarkably effective.

A suit of matte black, set off by printed stripes, brought to mind a fairy-tale prince. The moment Aaron stepped onto the stage, the audience erupted. It was Aaron, their fashion god!

With his wild charisma, Aaron dominated the runway. His broad shoulders filled out the suit, piercing blue eyes smoldered with melancholy allure, and his long, lean figure showcased perfect proportions. The hint of a smile at his lips gave him an air of wicked abandon—who, indeed, could rival this enchantment? With his commanding presence, Aaron took control of the entire hall.

He surveyed the audience like a monarch surveying his realm. The custom-made suit he wore was but an ornament to his power; every movement sent the crowd into a frenzy.

With such a legendary figure on stage, the crowd’s enthusiasm soared. The concept of "Late Autumn," bringing men’s and women’s fashion together, was already unparalleled in its vision.

The drums sounded again, stirring anticipation for the next surprise. Gold and silver lights interlaced, as if returning to a time laden with autumn’s bounty. Female models in vibrant gowns and male models in dark, casual attire strode out hand in hand, their contrasting styles blending in a harmonious tableau.

The pairs of models appeared like familiar lovers, their every movement in sync. As the show approached its finale, the lights shifted once more—now a bright red sun hung in the sky, vibrant and dynamic.

A champagne-sequined evening gown appeared, accompanied by a sleek silver-black tuxedo. The tulle of the champagne skirt trailed gracefully, and through its layers, one could glimpse alabaster thighs and a sensuous silhouette. Butterfly-like sheer panels radiated from the chest, fluttering with every movement, while starry sequins sparkled, lending the gown an air of aristocratic elegance. Loose black tresses framed a face of wicked, captivating beauty—a vision to intoxicate the soul.

At her side, the gentleman was the embodiment of both elegance and wild strength, his noble poise combined with powerful masculinity, stunning every sense. The pairing of Rong Qing and Aaron was nothing short of formidable, their chemistry electrifying. They exchanged a confident smile, stepping lightly with their own flair and fashion. On the runway, arm in arm, they struck a pose, pushing the "Cold Autumn" atmosphere to its climax.

“Heavens, I’ve run out of film!” a magazine reporter exclaimed in regret, his tone tinged with deep disappointment, while Huo Lingtian’s expression darkened in the front row. Watching the two on the runway in perfect harmony was like a thorn pricking his heart—though he tried to play the understanding, modern man, inwardly he was bitter with jealousy, a victim of his own choices.

Seeing Aaron’s triumphant smile, Huo Lingtian suppressed his rage once more, but the sharpness in his eyes could have pierced steel. Indeed, it was best to deal with rivals early, rather than leave such threats to fester. Oh, the regret!

Thunderous applause broke out, unprecedented and overwhelming. Industry professionals and audience members alike rose spontaneously for the curtain call. This was a mark of respect for Master David and a fitting conclusion to another magnificent "Late Autumn" runway show.

———Author’s Note———

Dear readers, Lanlan is requesting three or four days off, truly sorry—I’m going on a trip and don’t have enough chapters prepared… I can only ask for leave. I’m really sorry, my writing speed is slow; I hope you understand.