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Luxury cars, elegant clothing paired with beautiful women—these keywords are firmly grasped by car manufacturers, giving rise to auto shows, a term that serves both marketing and publicity while providing sensory stimulation for the public.
Autumn Wind strides in high heels, smiling seductively at the throngs of people. The manufacturer has provided her with a deep V-back mini dress, made of high-quality fabric in a bright silver color that Autumn Wind loves, sparkling brilliantly.
However, Autumn Wind truly despises the deep V neckline, which plunges down to the third rib. When she stands still, her chest is already subtly visible, and any slight movement reveals almost half of it.
Beside her, Qiu Feng is energetically hosting the event, occasionally glancing at Autumn Wind, who poses seductively, and shrugs helplessly.
A large crowd of visitors has arrived, creating a wave that threatens to trample over everyone. Countless eyes are busy darting between the cars and Autumn Wind, while hands are not idle either—some are taking photos with cameras, others are framing shots with their phones, and some are pointing and whispering.
Only thirty minutes have passed, but Autumn Wind's smile is on the verge of freezing. She starts by cursing the deep V dress, gradually shifting her blame to Qiu Feng, and then begins to self-reflect on why she was so greedy—was it really worth it for just fifty thousand?
Yet Autumn Wind has to admit that ever since she lent all her money to Qiu Feng, she hasn’t had work for several months. The salary promised by Brother Kai for next week has yet to arrive. Now, she is in dire straits; she feels embarrassed to ask Qiu Ruolan for help and cannot speak to Qiu Mowen.
She desperately needs this money!
The crowd flows in waves without interruption. Maintaining one pose for too long has left Autumn Wind nearly numb all over.
The gazes from all directions leave Autumn Wind nowhere to hide; they wrap around her like vines. Her muscles have long since stiffened, and her mind is gradually entering a similar state, along with the smile on her face.
Autumn Wind silently curses the overweight man taking pictures of her directly in front of her while still maintaining her smile, shifting her gaze to a safer distance.
Her legs are cramping up; attempting to change positions, Autumn Wind slowly shifts her weight onto one foot and lowers one arm to secure the dress at her side before raising the other arm.
Her movements are quite exaggerated, matching the slit in her dress. From Qiu Feng's perspective, she has already exposed herself at least ten times. However, at this point, Autumn Wind no longer cares; she just silently prays for time to pass more quickly.
This is an illusory yet frustrating thought; Autumn Wind decides it’s better not to think about it for now.
Someone raised a camera again, along with various brands of smartphone cameras. Autumn Wind looked around with a stiff smile, and when her head turned to 0 degrees, she suddenly noticed a man holding an iPhone. The phone was aimed at Autumn Wind, apparently taking a picture, but the photographer's face was obscured by the phone. All she could see was a finely tailored black cashmere coat and a tall figure with long, slender fingers tightly gripping the phone.
Autumn Wind felt like she recognized him; it was just those hands that seemed familiar. At that moment, the man's hand slowly lowered, revealing a face with delicate features. Autumn Wind's mind briefly short-circuited, but she quickly regained her composure—she recognized the person.
It was Liu Jian.
Autumn Wind looked at him, and he looked back at her. They exchanged smiles, and as their gazes met, it felt like chains thrown simultaneously that tangled together upon contact, becoming tighter the more they tried to untangle them.
How did he end up here? Is he here for the car show? Or is he looking for me? Autumn Wind thought. To verify this idea, she immediately changed her posture. Liu Jian indeed moved his body and turned back to face Autumn Wind again.
Now, Autumn Wind's smile became completely natural. Unbeknownst to her, the representative from the manufacturer announced the end of the event on the main stage, and model Autumn Wind was finally free.
The crowd slowly dispersed, but Liu Jian stood still in place. He pointed to his phone, then to his mouth, and then gestured outside.
Autumn Wind understood that Liu Jian wanted her to treat him, so she nodded slightly and turned to walk toward the dressing room at the back.
As soon as she entered backstage, Autumn Wind saw Qiu Feng. She rushed over and threw herself onto Qiu Feng, angrily cursing, "If I had known, I wouldn't have come! I'm exhausted!"
Qiu Feng didn’t respond to that; she pushed Autumn Wind away from herself and led her to the dressing room. When Autumn Wind changed clothes and stepped out, Qiu Feng handed her a thick envelope. "Stop complaining; two hours of this is already enough. This might be worth two months of your assistant work!"
Autumn Wind thought about it and agreed; earning two months' worth in just two hours was indeed worthwhile. She grabbed the envelope and stuffed it into her bag, jokingly saying, "Yes, fifty thousand for two hours is not bad. Why don't you switch careers to become my agent?"
"Please! Today was just a coincidence. If I really signed you as an artist, we’d probably both starve!"
"Alright then, I won't chat with you anymore; I have some matters to attend to!" Autumn Wind hurriedly ended her conversation with Qiu Feng and walked out of the Dressing Room.
Liu Jian was still standing there foolishly. Autumn Wind bounced over to him and asked, "What are you doing here today?"
"Come to the car show, huh? Are you... a model? I thought you were an assistant?"
Autumn Wind tossed her bag behind her. "It's a part-time job; life is tough! Let's go eat! I brought my wallet today!" She patted her backpack and smiled at Liu Jian.
"Really? Then I won't hold back! Come on, let's get in the car..." Liu Jian gestured invitingly. Liu Jian was a keen observer, and after their last meeting, he had almost figured out Autumn Wind's personality—bold and straightforward. He decided to abandon his usual shy demeanor and express his thoughts directly.
Autumn Wind indeed responded without hesitation to Liu Jian's suggestion.
So, Autumn Wind and Liu Jian walked out of the exhibition hall, one after the other, heading towards the car that Liu Jian had parked across the street.
But there are too many coincidences and helpless situations in the world.
If only Autumn Wind had glanced around before getting into the car, she would have seen Qiu Mowen standing at the entrance of the exhibition hall, along with Qiu Ruolan, who was engaged in a lively conversation with a representative from the manufacturer.
Qiu Ruolan did not notice Autumn Wind, but Qiu Mowen did. He saw Liu Jian gently wrap his arm around Autumn Wind's waist, shielding her from the car roof as he cautiously helped her into the vehicle.
In that instant, it felt as if a knife had sliced through Qiu Mowen, a strange voice within him choked up, and his heart plummeted rapidly, as if it were about to fall into an unfathomable chasm suddenly opened up beneath the Arctic surface.
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