Chapter 2945: You Are My Fashion Darling 04

Thirty thousand feet high altitude.

A private jet was flying through the clouds, heading toward the island.

By the window, the man leaned back in the leather seat, the screen playing the live broadcast, the image frozen on those pitch‑black eyes—weary, languid, a hint of impatience, yet damnably handsome.

The man's finger lightly traced the screen, enlarging the split‑screen window.

The secretary sat opposite, not daring to breathe.

He had been observing the boss the whole way.

Since takeoff, he's been staring at the program's live broadcast; the comments on the screen he'd just glanced at were all cursing the player the boss was watching, and they were pretty nasty.

The secretary silently lit a stick of incense in his heart for the player named Jin Chen.

Being eyed by Chief Chen is no good thing; as the current Chief Executive Officer of Opalus Group, the boss is worth billions and infamous in the business world as a cold‑faced King of Hell.

Those he sets his sights on are usually bound to be dealt with.

But…… is it really necessary to fly there in person?

A disobedient player—just call the Program Team to handle it, right?

The secretary couldn't figure it out and didn't dare to ask.

"Have the requests been sent over?" Chenshu suddenly spoke.

The secretary immediately sat up straight. "Yes, I've contacted the Program Team; they'll make sure Jin Chen participates in today's event."

Chenshu hummed, his eyes never leaving the screen.

The secretary hesitated, then couldn't help asking, "Chief Chen, this player…… is there something special about them?"

Chenshu lifted his gaze to look at him.

That glance held no expression, but the secretary's back instantly went cold.

He immediately lowered his head. "Sorry, Chief Chen, I shouldn't have asked."

On screen, Jin Chen was eating that bowl of noodles, ate a few bites and put it down, his complexion worse than before.

The comments started rolling again with things like "you don't know what's good for you."

Chenshu's eyes darkened.

He turned off the comments, enlarged the image, and stared at Jin Chen's face for a few seconds—his face was too pale, his lips lacking color.

The bowl of noodles Min Heng sent could only get Jin Chen to eat a few bites before he put it down; the taste probably wasn't great.

Being overly clever.

Island Lawn, eleven o'clock sharp.

The sunlight was just right; a circle of white chairs was set up in the middle of the lawn, with players sitting in small groups, quietly discussing today's event.

In the distance lay a long table covered with a white cloth; seated behind it were two people: legendary photographer Victor, and former supermodel turned fashion investor Ava.

The two judges presiding were already enough to make the players nervous.

Jin Chen stood at the edge of the crowd, leaning against a chair back, half‑closed eyes listening to the director explain the rules.

"Today's activity is the Opalus show line mix‑and‑match challenge; the fitting room has ten sets of Opalus show line pieces, plus some regular and light‑luxury items thrown in—there's every style."

"Players freely choose their outfits; after finishing, they present in order, and the two judges give scores and comments. The players who ranked highest in the first three rounds get priority to pick."

As soon as the director finished speaking, the players stirred, the top‑ranked few already rushing in.

Shouts, laughter, and footsteps mingled together; the din could be heard even tens of meters away.

Jin Chen's steps paused; he glanced at the crowd blocking the doorway, then moved forward slowly.

By the time he got there, the doorway was empty; he pushed open the half‑closed door, and his vision went dark.

The room was full of people, full of clothes, full of cameramen holding up their equipment.

Someone was grabbing a suit jacket, someone was comparing skirts against a mirror, someone was holding two shirts and shouting which looked better; cameramen squeezed into the crowd, lenses pointed at the players' faces, hands, and the clothes they'd snatched.

Jin Chen stood at the doorway, closed his eyes, furrowed his brow, his already poor complexion turning even paler.

He felt he might be a bit light‑headed.

This place is unbearable to stay in.

Jin Chen stepped back, then recalled the Program Team's requirement that he must participate.

He couldn't leave, so he decided to wait somewhere else.

He glanced around the room and noticed a wide windowsill in the corner, piled with clothes not yet hung up, but few people were there—everyone was crowded in the middle fighting over the popular items.

Jin Chen shuffled over slowly, pushed the clothes on the windowsill aside, then sat down comfortably.

Outside the window was the lawn, sunlight perfect, greenery lush.

Inside the window was a chaotic battlefield.

He sat on the middle borderline, legs casually drawn up, head tipped back, eyes closed, and found peace.

As for the matching challenge, since he's here, the Program Team can't claim he's not participating.

The low‑blood‑sugar dizziness began to creep back; Jin Chen leaned against the window frame, his eyelids growing heavier.

The cameraman searched around for him, came up empty, gave up, and went to film the more enthusiastic players.

Ten minutes later, the showcase segment began.

Players emerged one by one from the fitting room, each wearing the outfit they'd grabbed and put together.

Some wore suits and leather shoes, some casual and relaxed, some dressed flamboyantly, some went for a cold‑aloof style—all in all, a riot of color.

But now they all had to don a uniform white cape, waiting to go on stage.

Someone noticed an extra person behind the long table; where only Victor and Ava had sat, there was now an additional chair.

In the seat of honor, the man wore the simplest white suit; his simple attire could not hide his aura, his eyes long and narrow, his light‑gold pupils looking even more handsome in the sunlight, and extraordinarily noble.

He just sat there, silent and expressionless, yet his presence dominated the whole venue.

Ava smiled and said, "Let me introduce you—this is our special guest today, who will also join in commenting on your looks. Everyone, welcome."

She didn't say her name or identity, but anyone who could sit in that position was obviously not ordinary—you could tell just by thinking about it.

The contestants instantly became excited, especially the female contestants, whose eyes lit up.

Mysterious guest! He looks so young and handsome, yet his aura is so strong! If he were to take a liking to someone……

: Holy shit holy shit holy shit, who is this!

: This aura—definitely from the upper echelon, right?

: Mom? An upper-echelon from Opalus? I can tell at a glance he's my wife whom I've never met!

Chenshu's gaze swept over the people before him, looking at each one in turn, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Director."

"There are 35 contestants in total, so why are there only 34 here?"

The director froze for a moment, then quickly counted.

The contestants looked at each other.

Min Heng reacted fastest, stepping forward and saying, "This… teacher, today's activity isn't mandatory, so Jin Chen might… not be feeling well and went back to rest."

Chenshu's gaze fell on Min Heng's face, so faint it hardly showed any emotion, yet it made Min Heng's heart jump inexplicably.

"Is that so." Chenshu asked, his eyes slowly sinking, even appearing somewhat cold.

Min Heng's smile froze for an instant, then he quickly adjusted, saying, "Yes… his personality is rather introverted, not very sociable."

Chenshu had no intention of continuing the topic, only saying softly, "Let's begin."

The demonstration session officially began.

As one of the top contestants in popularity and ranking, Min Heng was naturally pushed to the first demonstration spot.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, took off his cloak, and revealed the carefully coordinated outfit underneath.

In the next instant, Chenshu rose and left.

Aiwa and Weikeduo exchanged a glance, both seeing the bewilderment in each other's eyes.

The Chief Executive Officer is… here to watch the event, right? How could he leave just as it started?

Min Heng stood in place, still maintaining that proper smile, but his teeth were clenched.

Aiwa withdrew her gaze, saying, "Let's continue."

The barrage was also confused.

:??? Why did the guest leave? Heng Heng hasn't even started his demonstration yet!

: Could he have gone to find that otaku guy?

: Impossible—what status does the guest have to personally go look for a lazy contestant?

: But don't you think… the guest's glance at Min Heng just now was a bit cold?

: It's just an illusion—Heng Heng is so perfect.

——

The fitting room was already empty.

The contestants had all gone out, leaving only a floor full of hangers and messy clothes, with sunlight streaming through the window onto piles of fabric.

Chenshu frowned, walked a few steps inside, and saw the windowsill in the corner.

The windowsill was wide, piled with clothes not yet sorted, and beside that pile, Jin Chen leaned against the window frame with his eyes closed.

He tilted his head, black hair falling to cover half his eyes, his complexion pallid to the point of near transparency, lips devoid of color, brows slightly furrowed—said to be resting, he looked more like he had fainted.

Chenshu's breath caught for an instant, and he hurried over.

"Jin Chen."

Chenshu reached out, gently supporting his face, the skin icy cold.

Jin Chen had one hand resting on his raised knee, the other hanging at his side, palm up, slightly curled, his palm clutching a piece of candy.

Chenshu's heart clenched, he took the candy, unwrapped it, brushed his thumb over Jin Chen's tightly pressed lips, gently pried open his teeth, and placed the candy inside.

The sweet fragrance spread over Jin Chen's teeth; he was startled and unconsciously sucked on the fingertip pressing against his lips.

After a moment, those eyes slowly opened.

Jin Chen only saw a person's silhouette right in front of him, very close.

He had never seen this person before.

He stared at Chenshu for several seconds, as if unable to comprehend who the person before him was.

Jin Chen slowly lifted the hand that wasn't held, grasping Chenshu's arm wrapped around his front, his fingers lacking strength, merely resting lightly, fingertips icy cold.

He fixed his gaze on those pale gold eyes, speaking lazily with a slightly hoarse voice: "……Who are you?"