Chapter 59: Fashion Week

Huacai Fashion Week finally opened its curtain under ubiquitous promotion, and Luo Zhou, as the chief person in charge of Yunsheng Studio, received the preliminary round's brief at once.

Lu Xiwán stared at the picture Luo Zhou sent and fell into contemplation.

A blank sheet, with nothing written on it, is the first task the Huacai Fashion Week organizing committee gave each studio.

No one can guess what the committee judges are thinking.

"They sent it to my mailbox," Luo Zhou said, looking very uneasy.

He initially thought it was sent in error, and only after repeated checks did he dare to believe it.

Unlike previous assignments, this time the theme is this blank sheet, and designers are free to interpret it as they wish.

Lu Xiwán checked and indeed saw Xie Zian listed among the judges.

If he participated in setting the task, it wouldn't be surprising.

"Don't worry, the draft will be sent to you before the preliminaries."

The purpose of this theme is to test the designer's creative ability.

It's Xie Zian's style.

Lu Xiwán stared at the blank sheet for a long while, her thoughts tangled like messy threads, and she couldn't arrange the desired ideas in that moment.

"Mommy, did Uncle Luo just call you? Are you going to design another beautiful dress?"

Lu Xixi ran in, curiously watching Lu Xiwán, her face full of reverence.

Lu Xiwán quickly covered Lu Xixi's mouth, "Shh—this is a secret between mommy and you; it must never be told to anyone."

It was by using the hypnosis skill that she made Fu Sijue believe she wasn't 'Lu Xiwán'; at such a critical moment she could not let Fu Sijue learn the truth.

"Even Brother Yao Yao can't be told?" Lu Xixi asked, bewildered, thinking it wasn't that important.

Lu Xiwán gently patted Xi Xi's head, "Even Brother Yao Yao can't be told; only the two of us know."

If Fu Yao knows, it's equivalent to Fu Sijue knowing; Lu Xiwán likes Fu Yao, but she wouldn't risk it.

Lu Xixi obediently nodded, sitting aside and fiddling with the small ornament on Lu Xiwán's desk.

Lu Xiwán watched the scene and suddenly felt a pang of emotion.

A person's life is just like that blank sheet; as time passes and experiences accumulate, it gets written upon, taking countless different forms.

Lu Xiwán's inspiration struck instantly and became unstoppable.

She designed only a shirt, boldly employing a patchwork style with stark white‑black contrast; the white side featured a tiny camellia on the shoulder, while the black side remained simple and pure.

After finishing the design draft, Lu Xiwán casually added her personal logo at the collar.

Lu Xixi also leaned her head forward to look.

"Mommy, can you make me a dress? When we were abroad, Maria loved the dresses you made, and since we came back you haven't made any for me!"

Lu Xixi pursed her lips, always feeling that store‑bought clothes aren't as pretty as mommy's own creations.

"After mommy finishes the Fashion Week business, can you make clothes for Xi Xi and Brother Yao Yao? Uncle Luo's side urgently needs my help right now."

Yunsheng Studio is now in an upward phase, and achieving results at Huacai Fashion Week is also a very important matter.

Xi Xi obediently nodded, grabbed the doll on the chair and ran out, shouting as she went.

"Brother Yao Yao didn't find me! I win!"

Lu Xiwán smiled helplessly; the child has always been this lively and active.

It would be nice if Yao Yao could also become a bit brighter along with her.

She refocused on her work, tweaking a few more details until she felt it was good enough, then sent the draft to Luo Zhou.