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Thank you to the reader who gifted the book coins to Miao Maomao!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a sleek, jet-black waist-hugging dress, made of lightweight, supple fabric, its craftsmanship so exquisite it was a rarity even among high-end garments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The back of the dress revealed a large U-shaped expanse of skin, yet along the centerline ran a slender strap connecting the shoulders to the back—a design that masterfully balanced revelation and concealment, tapping into humanity’s innate craving for the unknown, rendering the entire gown profoundly alluring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pair of black gloves, extending to the elbows, were the finishing touch, adding an extra layer of aristocratic elegance to an outfit already refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Luo Quan had no innate ability to appreciate clothing—these evaluations were all told to her by Raphael, clearly intended to help her better embody the dress’s allure once worn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Luo Quan could understand such abstract concepts, she wouldn’t be constantly mocked by Wen Xia for her lack of taste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pretending to understand, Luo Quan took the dress into the changing room, while everyone waited for the moment she would emerge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan moved swiftly—mainly because Dler’s team was waiting—so she changed clothes in just one minute and stepped out again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan’s reappearance before the group demonstrated in person what it meant: “A Buddha needs golden adornment; a person needs fine clothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Luo Quan’s demeanor and appearance had risen at least one tier above her earlier look; gasps and exclamations rose around the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seasoned Raphael feigned composure as he adjusted his sunglasses; even he, usually stern-faced, couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction: “Perfect!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It truly was perfect—even Luo Quan herself was surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rarely looked in mirrors and had never realized she could look this beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazing at her reflection, Luo Quan felt dazed; suddenly, she remembered Audrey Hepburn in “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”—a woman beyond words, one whose beauty could draw stars and moon to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the mirror and in Luo Quan’s vision, the two figures now overlapped; she finally understood why the dress had felt so familiar—it was exactly the same style Hepburn had worn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only difference was her hairstyle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can go take the photos now,” Raphael said, then whistled like a mischievous child, cheerfully gathering up the shoes and clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you,” Luo Quan bowed slightly, though she didn’t know the etiquette of a British lady—otherwise the effect would have been better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Much time had passed since the scheduled interview and photo shoot; surrounded by a group of staff, Luo Quan nervously walked toward the studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark was an editor at Dler; he rarely traveled overseas to interview celebrities—usually, celebrities sent their materials to his email for him to review.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this celebrity was of great importance to the website’s chief editor: reportedly, within half a month of her debut, she had topped Japan’s Oricon chart and held the number-one spot ever since; her four-hour electronic composition had garnered nearly one hundred million views in less than four days, with momentum sweeping across the globe!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From any perspective, she was a rising star—and even rarer, her image was impeccable; even Mark, upon seeing her, immediately felt she deserved a place among this year’s Top 100 Most Beautiful Faces!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But while appearance matters, good character is equally indispensable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before coming, he had clearly informed Sony’s company of the scheduled photo shoot time and arrived early himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet over ten minutes had passed, and there was still no sign of her; Sony’s explanation was that she was still changing clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was this? Hearing this, Mark nearly walked out right then. In all his years in the industry, which female celebrity or agency hadn’t scrambled to beg his website for an interview slot? Hadn’t every single interview ever been conducted with the celebrity arriving before him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Acting aloof, being late—either trait was deeply offensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this Izumi didn’t give him a satisfactory explanation soon, he would turn and leave, canceling this mistaken interview!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing Mark’s suppressed anger, a Sony employee quickly brought him a glass of lemon juice to cool his temper, but Mark didn’t even glance at it—he only drank coffee and iced water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a rapid clatter of footsteps came from outside the studio; everyone straightened up, knowing the main guest had finally arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark checked his watch: he had wasted exactly thirteen minutes and nine seconds!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose abruptly, his expression grim, and strode toward the door—but in the next instant, he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the anger accumulated from waiting vanished the moment he saw Luo Quan; she was like a ray of early summer sunlight, singing a hymn of love and beauty, completely dispelling the gloom in Mark’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this was the kind of beauty, Mark thought, thirteen minutes and nine seconds of waiting were worth it—even longer would be worth it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting,” Luo Quan apologized to Mark with flawless Received Pronunciation—the so-called Oxford-Cambridge accent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not at all!” Mark beamed, and though he was American, he bowed like a British gentleman, extending his hand to kiss the back of Luo Quan’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In British aristocratic etiquette, a gentleman must wait for the lady to extend her hand first before kissing it; Mark had just puckered his lips when he remembered this—and worse, Luo Quan showed no intention of offering her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he continued, it would become an excruciatingly awkward moment—and only he would be embarrassed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Sanmu, the professional agent, was experienced in handling sudden situations; he stepped forward, gently lifted Mark’s hand, and said: “Apologies, Editor Mark. Miss Luo is from China; in her homeland, men and women don’t engage in such intimacy on first meeting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark glanced gratefully at Sanmu and masked his embarrassment with a smile: “Oh—how foolish of me! Miss Luo’s beauty has made me forget she’s a true Chinese woman. My apologies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanmu chimed in: “Understandable, perfectly understandable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pleased to meet you, Miss Luo. I’m Mark Hendley, an editor at Dler,” Mark said, extending his hand with a wide smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Luo Quan. Nice to meet you.” This was probably the most familiar English phrase Luo Quan had ever learned—and perhaps the most widely used English sentence in China.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mark turned toward a nearby chair and said: “Let’s begin the interview. Don’t be nervous—it’s just a few simple questions. We won’t dig into your past like gossip magazines; we simply want to learn about your life story and interests.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then we’ll have our photographer take a set of portraits, which will be uploaded to our homepage and major social media platforms—worldwide netizens will be able to vote for you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem. I’ll answer everything honestly,” Luo Quan sat down on a chair and nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>",1120,"2026-06-20T22:54:01.657Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d1f0b26d8335e01894890cf0cb252b9113023b21a66a972356601ea0c698642c","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-45","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-43",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-cover.jpg"]