Chapter 387: The Clothes Can Hold Up

Fang Hong chatted with Fan Xiaopang and Li Bailian for a while, then watched the two of them leave.

Those two were very busy, with plenty of political and business bigwigs to network with — they certainly wouldn't sit around here doing nothing like some small fry.

At this moment, Liu Tianxian came over after changing into her gown and putting on makeup — though she hadn't really done much, just a light touch of makeup, with her hair slicked back into a pompadour.

She looked pure and romantic, with a streak of confidence — after all, she was already at the peak of her looks.

The gown was a goose-yellow strapless long dress, exposing both fair shoulders, her skin fair and luminous, looking elegant and enchanting, with excellent bearing.

"What did those two say to you just now?" Liu Tianxian had a clutch purse in her hand.

"Nothing much, just casual chat." Fang Hong stood up and gave her a once-over.

"Oh." Liu Tianxian spread her hands and asked with a smile, "So? Do I look good?"

"Your beauty has nothing to do with the dress." Fang Hong said.

Liu Tianxian was so amused she covered her mouth and laughed "hehe" nonstop, gave him an affectionate tap on the chest, then hooked her arm through his and left the place.

The people here watched them leave, while others still came and went — some waiting here, some coming to change into their gowns.

This edition of the Charity Bazaar could be said to be even more international, having not only invited Korean stars Song Hye-kyo, Choi Si-won, and others.

A Hollywood crew had also come, of course for the Propaganda Department.

The stars who came were too many to count — there were Shu Qi, Yao Chen, Gao Yuanyuan, Bai Baihe, Angelababy, Yi Nengjing, Liu Xiaoqing, Tian Hairong, Jing Tian, Ni Ni, Xu Ruyun, Li Xiaolu, Zhang Jingchu, Huang Shengyi, Yang Qianhua, Xiong Naijin, Hanxue, Gu Xuan, Zhang Jingying, Cheng Long, Sun Nan, Tong Dawei, Li Chen, Feng Shaofeng, Gao Yixiang, He Rundong, Xia Yu, Hu Jun, Choi Si-won, Liang Jiahui, Chen Yihong, Wang Xiaofei, Shen Nanpeng, Wang Zhonglei, Wang Zhongjun, Xiong Xiaoge, Li Yapeng, and others.

All of them were currently the hottest stars and bigwigs!

There were also many entrepreneurs and government luminaries, whose names need not be mentioned.

The red carpet wasn't laid out flat — it was a long rectangular raised platform, with the backdrop showing the logos of advertising sponsors, and major media reporters gathered at the foot and sides; stars were already walking the red carpet up there.

Every time a pair of stars walked by, the red carpet lights flashed nonstop, accompanied by cheers and shouts, making the scene very noisy.

Those walking the red carpet were paired up as a man and a woman — that is, two by two — with the occasional special group of several people together.

If they didn't walk this way, when would it ever end?

So regardless of whether they were actually a couple, everyone would be assigned a male or female companion.

Liu Tianxian needed no arrangement — she and Fang Hong walked the red carpet hand in hand, then began striking various poses.

Fang Hong just stood beside her, hands in pockets, looking very cool.

The reporters in front kept clicking "ka-ka-ka" with their shutters, lights flashing continuously, while fans in the audience behind were shouting.

In his previous life, Liu Tianxian hadn't come to this edition of the Charity Bazaar Night — there were many reasons — but in this life she was living more relaxed and at ease, without so many entanglements, so when invited she agreed to attend.

Liu Tianxian struck her poses with great confidence — any random pose she struck was already a beautiful photo.

The two only paused briefly, then walked forward; Liu Tianxian walked ahead, where the host was.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

At this moment the audience and fans kept shouting loudly, though it was unclear what they were shouting.

Liu Tianxian didn't hear clearly and kept walking forward; Fang Hong heard it clearly and tugged at her fair, tender arm.

"What's wrong?" Liu Tianxian was puzzled.

"They're calling you to take photos alone, telling me to scram to the side — your fans are so annoying." Fang Hong fanned the flames, painting her fans in a bad light.

But when he spoke, the people below couldn't hear — the scene was too noisy.

"Tianxian, please stay a moment — the fans are calling you to take photos alone." The host reminded her through the microphone.

Liu Tianxian glared at Fang Hong — loves making things up — she had heard clearly too: they were shouting for her to stay a moment, never telling this man to scram to the side.

After the reminder, Liu Tianxian returned to her earlier position to take photos, hands on her hips, and with her tall figure, the slightly shorter reporters beside her made her look very imposing.

Fang Hong had already moved to the edge of the red carpet, waiting for her to finish taking photos.

After the photos, Liu Tianxian gave an interview — just one female host, who asked: "What are your expectations and comments for this year's Charity Bazaar?"

"I hope that through my own efforts, I can contribute my share to public welfare, help more people, and I also hope tonight's donations can break a new high again." Liu Tianxian's answer was completely off the point.

They asked what her expectations and comments were, and she answered with stock phrases.

But that's just how these occasions were — everyone answered this way, perfectly normal.

"Pretty good — being able to help those who need help." Fang Hong said very casually.

He could tell the host was also in a hurry.

Sure enough, after he finished, the host invited them: "Thank you both, please go inside."

After they left, new people came up to walk the red carpet — it was Gao Yuanyuan and Gao Yixiang; Fang Hong even turned back to take a look.

Not at Gao Yuanyuan, but at that person.

"Oops!" Liu Tianxian missed her step going down the stairs and almost fell — her attention had been on Fang Hong.

Fang Hong's eyes were quick and his hands were fast — he hurried to steady her.

Once Liu Tianxian had steadied herself, she couldn't help but scold: "What were you looking at?"

"Nothing." Fang Hong defended himself.

"You clearly were — I saw you turn your head. Were you looking at how pretty she is?" Liu Tianxian covered her chest.

"No, I was looking at someone else — a man." Fang Hong explained.

Liu Tianxian turned to look: "Eh, you couldn't possibly…"

"What wild thoughts are you thinking?" Fang Hong tapped her head — this was not something to be imagining.

Liu Tianxian laughed — she was just joking around, and she believed what he said was true.

The on-site cameras were no longer filming them. Liu Tianxian leaned in close and whispered: "Xiaohonghong, mine fell off — what do I do?"

"What?" Fang Hong was puzzled.

Liu Tianxian glanced down, said nothing, just gestured.

"Huh?" Fang Hong followed her gaze downward, saw her covering her chest, and didn't understand what had fallen off — her clothes were on perfectly fine.

"You dummy! That." Liu Tianxian glanced down again, thinking she had already hinted very clearly — she just found it a bit too embarrassing to say outright.

Fang Hong looked at her, scratched his head, still not understanding.

"You're really impossibly stupid."

Liu Tianxian scolded him, then leaned close to his ear and whispered: "The chest pad."

"Huh?!" Fang Hong was startled.

"Keep your voice down." Liu Tianxian shushed him, glancing warily around.

Just then Gao Yuanyuan and her companion passed by on this path, looking at the two of them curiously; Liu Tianxian returned to her usual self and smiled, nodding a greeting to them.

Gao Yuanyuan nodded back.

They weren't close, so there was no need to make small talk.

Watching them leave, Liu Tianxian pulled the man aside and reminded him: "If anyone finds out, I'll die of embarrassment."

"No, how could that thing fall off?" Fang Hong lowered his voice.

But in his heart he was very curious—what was the principle behind that thing, and how could it fall off?

"Probably wasn't stuck on properly. Just now when I went down the steps my posture wasn't steady, and with that sudden jolt I felt it almost fall off." Liu Tianxian's face didn't even redden.

In front of this man she didn't feel embarrassed.

"Then what do we do? There are so many people here." Fang Hong looked at the banquet hall—inside, people were coming and going, and people were passing by here too.

They hadn't gone in yet, still standing at the corner outside, sneaking around and whispering like they were having an affair.

"Find a hidden spot and help me stick it back on." Liu Tianxian said.

This banquet lasts several hours; she couldn't clutch her chest for hours, and she still had to go on stage, and she certainly couldn't clutch her chest up there.

If she let go and someone accidentally saw something they shouldn't, that would really be—

There are plenty of lecherous old men inside; they'd definitely make it the talk of the town.

"What kind of place? Let's go back and come again." Fang Hong suggested.

"How would that work? Walking through twice, and even if nothing's going on people will say something is. Be more reliable, will you? Just find a spot with no people and no cameras and deal with it." Liu Tianxian said.

Fang Hong looked up to check whether there were cameras installed here; thankfully there weren't.

And they weren't turning the cameras on inside either, because the Charity Bazaar banquet hadn't started yet—everything was in a mess.

"Hey, Tianxian, Principal, what are you two doing here?" Luo Jin had just finished the red carpet and spotted the two of them, greeting them; beside her was her girlfriend Tang Yan.

"Discussing something." Liu Tianxian's expression didn't change, appearing very calm; she very naturally lowered her hand—clutching at it all the time wouldn't do, the dress could hold it.

She then introduced him: "This is my classmate."

"Hello." Fang Hong and Luo Jin nodded to each other.

"Let's go in, standing out here isn't great." Luo Jin gestured for the two of them to go in together.

"In a moment, we're discussing something—you two go ahead." Liu Tianxian gestured, her expression normal.

True to form as someone who had weathered great storms, even though she was frantic inside, she could still maintain her composure, giving nothing away.

"Alright then, we'll head off first." Luo Jin glanced at the two of them and gestured for Tang Yan to go.

Tang Yan nodded a greeting to the two of them, then followed her boyfriend off; right now she and Liu Tianxian were only acquaintances, not yet at the best-friend stage.

"Quick, find a place, don't stand here anymore." Liu Tianxian clutched her chest again, feeling the chest pad had already fallen off.

People were coming and going here—not a suitable place to talk.

"Go to the restroom, there are no cameras in the restroom, it's safe there." Fang Hong thought of it.

"Right!" Liu Tianxian's eyes lit up, and she walked forward.

"That's where the red carpet is—do you still want to be photographed by the cameras? Go this way, there's definitely a restroom inside." Fang Hong pulled her back.

Then they headed toward the banquet hall; there was only this one path here—either the red carpet or the banquet hall, no other way.

After going in, they didn't walk deeper but followed the edge toward the backstage; there was definitely a restroom backstage.

The banquet hall's lighting was dim, not that bright; it wasn't exactly a proper venue to begin with—Fang Long was already sitting on the lap of an actress called Bingbing.

"Hey, Tianxian, Principal, your seats are over there—you've come to the wrong place." Su Mang really had damn sharp eyes.

"I know, we'll go over in a bit." Fang Hong's tone was unfriendly.

If he didn't pull a face, this person would definitely have a pile of things to say, dragging them along yammering nonstop—that's how it had been the previous few times.

"Alright then, come over when you're ready." Su Mang was still a little afraid of the Principal, didn't dare to provoke him.

If it were Liu Tianxian, she wouldn't care—would drag her to her seat by force, then introduce her around like some political and business luminary, getting them to donate more.

Fang Hong ignored her, pulling a long face all the way; passersby who saw his long face didn't dare come over and yap.

"So what if you're something, what's there to be arrogant about." Su Mang muttered, and "ptui"ed at the backs of the two of them.

Then she switched to a smiling face and went off to greet others.

Outside the women's restroom!

(End of chapter)