Chapter 75: He

The request that Fu Sijue thought was excessive, Lu Xiwán actually agreed to in one go!

Fu Sijue suddenly felt his heart overflow with a sour, bitter feeling.

He still pretended not to care, "Is your senior brother really that impressive?"

Lu Xiwán nodded, proudly puffed out her chest, "Divine Doctor Zhong Yun, a world‑renowned famous physician who rarely appears, is definitely better than the doctors you mentioned!"

Fu Sijue felt his chest heat up, the sour emotion swelling like carbonated drink.

Lu Xiwán didn't notice anything wrong with Fu Sijue, lowered her head and kept sending messages.

Xi Xi quickly ran out to tell them Yao Yao had already woken up, and the two hurried inside.

Yao Yao was already sitting by the bedside, his small face bearing an indifferent expression identical to Fu Sijue's.

"Mummy, I'm fine." The moment he saw Lu Xiwán, Yao Yao's dim, lifeless eyes gained a few sparks of spirit.

Lu Xiwán, feeling tender, embraced Yao Yao, "Good that you're okay…"

Xi Xi cried softly, and the whole ward was suffused with a mournful atmosphere.

"I'll find someone to cure you." Fu Sijue's eyes turned blood‑red, the fist hanging at his side trembling slightly.

Yao Yao suddenly flashed a brilliant smile, then after two heavy coughs, he nodded vigorously.

The time for Zhong Yun's return to the country was set for a week later; to avoid putting psychological pressure on Yao Yao, Lu Xiwán processed his discharge paperwork that same day.

The Fashion Week finals were about to start as well, and this time without the pressure brought by Fu Sijue, Lu Xiwán felt much more at ease.

As long as nothing unexpected happens, securing a ranking in the competition is not difficult for her.

Ten minutes before the competition began, Luo Zhou suddenly entered the lounge with a solemn expression.

Lu Xiwán asked puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Luo Zhou inhaled deeply, "Do you still remember Yun Ruojin?"

The moment she heard the name, Lu Xiwán involuntarily froze.

She didn't just remember; the memory was still fresh.

"The Yun Family miss who contested first place with me in the last Starfire Cup?" Lu Xiwán frowned.

Because she lost a Starfire Cup once, Yun Ruojin repeatedly defamed Lu Xiwán in public.

So whenever this name is mentioned, Lu Xiwán unconsciously feels repulsed.

"She is the special invited guest for this competition, and will join the Fu Clan after it ends."

Luo Zhou looked at Lu Xiwán helplessly.

"That's her capability; I also have my own skill to win."

Lu Xiwán has never been one to back down from difficulty; she admits Yun Ruojin does have some skill.

But she is not lacking either.

"The competition is about to start; wait for my good news."

Lu Xiwán lifted her head and puffed out her chest, showing no sign of defeat.

Luo Zhou smiled and nodded; the Lu Xiwán he knows has always been like this—no matter the difficulty, she strives upward.

"I'll be waiting for your victory."

Lu Xiwán calmly walked out of the lounge, stepping onto the stage with confident strides.

Yun Ruojin, radiant, sat at the very center of the judges' panel, even Xie Zian had to give her a seat.

Lu Xiwán scanned the surroundings and unexpectedly spotted Fu Sijue again.

She raised an eyebrow slightly, "He actually came again?!"

Having prepared early, Lu Xiwán was the first designer to finish her work, leisurely doodling on the draft.

In the audience, Fu Sijue's gaze remained fixed on Lu Xiwán, never wavering.

During the commentary segment, to show respect, Xie Zian handed the microphone to the senior beside him.

The senior just took the mic when Yun Ruojin snatched it away.

"I want to ask Number Five Designer Wan, does a work created in such a short time really qualify for this competition? Do you respect the efforts of the other contestants?"

Yun Ruojin reeked of gunpowder, pointing the barrel at Lu Xiwán from the start.