Chapter 44: Favor

PS: Thanks to book friend Meng Mao Mao Mi for the tip!

This was a pure black, tight-waisted long dress. The material was soft, and the craftsmanship was exceptionally exquisite; it was a rare treasure even among high-end goods.

The back of the dress had a large U-shaped cutout, but there was a strap at the midline connecting the shoulders to the back. This design, which revealed just enough while still concealing, deeply understood the human desire for the unknown, making the entire dress appear extremely seductive.

The two long black gloves that reached the elbows were the finishing touch, adding a sense of aristocratic temperament to this already elegant dress.

Of course, Luo Quan herself had no appreciation for clothing; these evaluations were all told to her by Raphael, who clearly wanted her to better embody the charm of this dress after putting it on.

If Luo Quan could understand such abstract things, she wouldn't be teased by Wen Xia every day for having no taste.

Pretending to understand, Luo Quan took the dress and walked into the changing room. Everyone was waiting for the moment Luo Quan would emerge from inside.

Luo Quan's movements were nimble. It was mainly because the people from Tdler were also waiting for her, so she changed clothes very quickly. It only took her one minute to come back out.

Reappearing in everyone's field of vision, Luo Quan used her own body to tell everyone what it meant to say, "Buddha relies on gold, and people rely on clothes."

At this moment, Luo Quan's temperament and appearance had both risen by at least one level compared to her previous attire. Gasps and exclamations rose one after another in the room.

The seasoned Raphael feigned calmness as he adjusted his sunglasses. Even he, who usually didn't smile, couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile: "Perfect!"

It was indeed perfect; even Luo Quan herself was a little surprised.

She rarely looked in the mirror, and she had never realized she could be this beautiful.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Luo Quan felt a bit dazed. She suddenly thought of Audrey Hepburn in *Breakfast at Tiffany's*. That was a woman who could not be described by language, a woman so beautiful that the stars and moon would come for her.

The two figures overlapped in the mirror and Luo Quan's field of vision. Now she finally knew why this dress looked so familiar just now; wasn't this style the one Hepburn wore back then?

It was just that her hairstyle was different now.

"You can go take photos now." After Raphael finished speaking, he whistled like an old urchin and happily packed up the shoes and clothes.

"Thank you." Luo Quan bowed slightly. Unfortunately, she didn't know the etiquette of British ladies, otherwise, the effect would have been even better.

A long time had passed since the interview and photo shoot time. Surrounded by a group of staff, Luo Quan walked toward the studio with trepidation.

Mark was an editor for Tdler this time. Usually, he rarely traveled across the ocean to interview a star. Generally, those stars would send their information to his mailbox for him to evaluate.

However, the star to be interviewed this time was highly valued by the website's editor-in-chief. It was said that she had won the championship on the Japanese Oricon Chart less than half a month after her debut and had dominated the chart ever since. The electronic music she created in four hours had garnered nearly 100 million views in less than four days, and it showed a trend of sweeping everything!

From any angle, this was a rising star. What was even rarer was that her image was so good. Even after Mark saw it himself, his first instinct was that she should have a spot on this year's 100 Most Beautiful Faces!

However, while a person's appearance is important, good character is absolutely indispensable.

Before coming, he had clearly informed Sony Corporation of the time for the photo shoot and interview, and he had arrived here early himself.

But now more than ten minutes had passed, and he hadn't even seen a shadow. Sony Corporation's explanation to him was that she was still changing clothes.

What was this? Hearing this explanation, Mark almost walked away directly. Having been in the industry for so many years, which female star or agency wasn't scrambling to beg their website to arrange a spot? Every time he interviewed someone, which star didn't arrive before him!

Acting like a big shot, not being punctual—either of these two traits was disgusting.

If this Izumi didn't give him a perfect explanation later, he would definitely turn around and leave, terminating this erroneous interview!

Perhaps seeing Mark's suppressed anger, a Sony employee on the side hurriedly brought over a glass of lemon juice to cool off and reduce internal heat, but Mark didn't even look at it, because he usually only drank coffee and ice water.

Suddenly, a burst of dense footsteps came from outside the studio. Everyone perked up, knowing the main person had finally arrived.

Mark checked his watch; she had wasted exactly thirteen minutes and nine seconds of his time!

He stood up abruptly and walked toward the door with a solemn expression, but the next instant, he froze in place.

All the anger accumulated from waiting vanished the moment he saw Luo Quan. She was like a ray of early summer sunshine, splashing a hymn of love and beauty, completely dispelling the haze in Mark's heart.

If it was such a beauty, Mark felt it was worth his thirteen minutes and nine seconds of waiting, even if it were longer, it would be worth it!

"Sorry to have kept you waiting." Luo Quan apologized to Mark with full apologies, using a pure PR pronunciation, which is the so-called Oxford-Cambridge accent.

"Not long at all!" Mark was beaming. Although he was an American, he bent down like a British gentleman and reached out his hand, wanting to kiss the back of Luo Quan's hand.

In British aristocratic etiquette, a gentleman kissing a lady's hand requires the lady to take the initiative to reach out. Mark thought of this just as his lips were puckered, and what was even more embarrassing was that Luo Quan had no intention of reaching out.

If this continued, it would be an incomparably awkward scene, and the only one who was awkward was him!

Fortunately, as a professional manager, Miki was quite experienced in dealing with unexpected situations. He hurriedly stepped forward, lifted Mark's hand, and said, "Sorry, Editor Mark, Miss Luo is Chinese. In her hometown, men and women cannot be so intimate when they meet for the first time."

Mark looked at Miki gratefully and used a smile to cover up his embarrassment: "Oh~~ look at my brain. Miss Luo's beautiful appearance made me forget that she is a genuine Chinese person. I was truly rude."

Miki also followed along with a laugh: "Understandable, understandable."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Luo. My name is Mark Hendry, and I am an editor for the Tdler website." Mark reached out his hand, his face full of smiles.

"My name is Luo Quan. I am very happy to meet you." This was probably the English sentence Luo Quan was most familiar with in her life, and probably the most popular English sentence structure in China.

Mark turned and walked toward the chair next to him, saying: "Then let's start the interview. You don't need to be nervous; it's just some simple inquiries. We won't dig deep into your past like gossip magazines; we just purely want to understand your life resume and hobbies.

Then we will have a photographer take a set of portraits for you. This set of portraits will be uploaded to our website homepage and major social networking platforms. By then, netizens from all over the world can vote for you!"

"No problem, I will definitely tell you everything." Luo Quan sat on a chair and nodded. ===== CHAPTER 45 =====