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Fu Yanzhi suddenly said in a serious manner, “If you say it wrong, let it be. At most, I’ll let Cheng Zhan and the others take it down.”

Ji Qingying, “……”

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and squeezed his arm, “You are too much.”

Fu Yanzhi looked at her relaxed expression and said, “Feel more relaxed now?”

Ji Qingyng nodded, “I guess so.”

She said, “Are you going to watch from below?”

“Yes.” Fu Yanzhi replied softly, “I’ll accompany you from below.”

Afterwent to the backstage to put on makeup, Ji Qingying wore her own cheongsam.

It was a  light purple cheongsam that she newly made, which was made of light gauze material, and made her look especially like a fairy.

Many people are not suitable for wearing light purple colored clothes, but it suits her.

She has fair skin and a special temperament.

The light purple long cheongsam on her body lined along her jade-white body, it was really eye-catching.

There was no live audience for this kind of interview, only the host and some staff.

Comparatively speaking, the pressure was not so great.

Ji Qingying and the host sat on the sofa on each side. As soon as she appeared, many staff members on the opposite side of the room talked about her.

“This designer’s lever of appearance is very high.”

“I feel like she is more beautiful than what I saw on the Internet before.”

“Her temperament is good.”

“I went to the dressing room to get something just before, she even smiled at me, she is so gentle.”

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Fu Yanzhi was sitting on the other side of the staff, which was a seat with an excellent view. As he listened to the praises sung by the staff, he raised his eyes to look at the person not far away, and a smile flashed in his pupils.

He always knew that as long as come into contact with Ji Qingying and tried to understand her, no one would dislike her.

His treasure would be discovered by more people, and would shine forever.

Although he would have a sense of loss, he also felt very proud. That shining person belonged to him.

The interview officially started. Ji Qingying was a little nervous at the beginning, and It could be seen that her body was tense, but as they chatted, she started to relax.

At the beginning, most of the things they talked about were related to the profession.

The host was curious about her and felt that not many youngsters like her would like cheongsam.

Ji Qingying smiled and said softly, “Maybe it’s influenced by the surroundings.”

She said, “When I was a child, I heard many stories about cheongsam, mostly one cheongsam has one story.”

In that forgotten time, what she remembered most was listening to customers talking to her grandmother in the store about their needs and requirements.

A person said that she’s marrying her lover, and wanted a red cheongsam. Another person said that she was about to get divorce, wanted to look more decent, wanted a very special cheongsam, and many others.

Every story , every cheongsam is a hope of the customers

It’s because of this that Ji Qingying’s love for cheongsam is so deep.

She has read a lot of stories related to cheongsam, as well as the relationship between a lot of people and cheongsam.

Whether it is clothes or stories, there is a meaning to its existence.

As a designer, the most important thing to do is to understand the needs of customers and give each piece of clothing a soul.

This is Ji Qingying’s wish and also what she has always insisted on.

Listening to her, the host’s expression showed approval.

After engaging, the host realized how excellent this designer was who showed extraordinary talent internationally. She didn’t use her history as an emotional card, she really has the ability to empathize, and she loves this job and cheongsam sincerely.

After talking about work, the host asked with a smile, “Can we ask some personal questions?”

Ji Qingying was stunned, “Okay. “

The host glanced at the script and thought about the uproar posted on the Internet, “Everyone knows that Zhou Zhilan is your mother, but in the works, Mrs. Zhou pursues the trend, while you do the retro, is there any reason?”

Ji Qingying smiled slightly, “No.”

She continued, “We have our own interest.”

The host nodded, “On the international competition, did Mrs. Zhou give you any advice?”

Ji Qingying thought for a while, “She didn’t.”

She said, “Even if she gave some, I wouldn’t listen.”

Listening to her honest answer, the host didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, “Are you rebellious?”

​​Ji Qingying nodded, “It’s not rebellious, but what we want is different.”

The host understood, “Then the fact that you’re doing design, was it influenced by Mrs. Zhou?”

Ji Qingying was silent for a while, “A little bit.”

Saying none at all would be a lie. When she was a child, she was curious how much magic the design had, that made her mom leave her daughter for the sake of design.#pleasereadthischapteratfoxaholix.com

Thereafter, she also fell in love with it.

Realizing that Ji Qingying didn’t really want to talk about her mother, the host was a bit helpless. She still had one last sharp question related to her mother.

She looked at Ji Qingying with some difficult feelings.

Ji Qingying smiled at her, and the host said, “Netizens are curious, what is your design goal? People will easily compare you to Mrs. Zhou, will you feel under pressure?”

“I won’t.” Ji Qingying didn’t want to answer either, “Her design is her design, mine is mine, and there is no pressure. Here, we don’t need to compare, and we have our own needs.”

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