My Beautiful Love

Wan Jia stood on the stage with a stunned expression. No matter how much she hoped to win, no matter how hard she had worked for the past one month in addition to her outstanding talent that earned immense praise from Lu Aotian, she never expected such a result. It was obvious that from this night, every company would want to scout her.

Wan Jia felt her eyes tearing up but she didn't allow her tears to fall in such a public place. Later she would go and hug her Little Jia tightly to down her emotions.

Everyone completely forgot that there were more contestants. Only one judge barely remembered and reminded the host.

After seeing Wan Jia's dresses, the others that came afterwards seemed too unattractive. The other designers complained.

"How could the organizers place Designer Wan so upfront?She should have been the last one!That way my I wouldn't get all eights."

"You got all eights and you're still complaining? Appreciate that you didn't get two. The judges look like they're being forced to sit there. Getting anything above six is enough face."

"Who knew she would be so good? She looks so young."

"Next time am not letting her come before me."

"If you'll ever be a rookie again, that is"

"Urgh, don't poke my wounds"

They were all very jealous of Wan Jia but bore no evil thoughts. As designers, it was just right for them to appreciate talent so they willingly admitted defeat.

Of course not every single one of them. Mo Zilian was exploding.

"You told me you'd definitely win! Look what you did!"

Su Ling rolled her eyes at her. "Look what I did? Look what YOU did! It's all your fault. You stole unfinished drafts and made me present some unpalatable outfits."

Mo Zilian pointed her finger at Su Ling. Her extremely long finger nail nearly tore into Su Ling's nose. "You're the one who didn't know how to complete them and ruined them instead. I even helped you pull strings but you still lost. You call yourself a designer? Just what type of designer are you?!"

"The same type as the type of Deputy CEO you are!" Su Ling rebutted. "When did I even ever say I was a designer to begin with? You're the one who forced me here just because you wanted to humiliate Wan Jia! Aren't you ashamed of yourself? You can't even measure up to a little girl five years younger than you." Su Ling then walked away.

The dumb and dumber schemers were bound to fall apart one day anyway. The ceremony just gave them a reason to do so earlier.

Inside the hall, almost no one was concentrating on the stage. They had already seen the epitome of beauty. What else was there to see?

They kept flooding the official website of Golden Designer Awards with comments like

[Please let us see our goddess again] and

[Let Designer Wan do the finishing]

They were literally begging. In the end, the organizers felt it would increase their views and ratings insanely so they got Wan Jia to do the finishing.

The judges took advantage of her second time appearance on stage to present the award. Although they had already known their winner for over an hour, the audience still erupted in cheers when she was announced as the Golden Rookie.

The girl kissed the trophy as she organized her thoughts. The audience looked at her in pin drop silence as they waited to hear her voice.

Just then, an organizer suddenly exclaimed.

"Aaaaaah! I touched that trophy before. And she kissed it. Does that equal to her kissing my hand?" The voice travelled into every corner of the hall thanks to the silence.

What followed was a long round of laughter and more comments as journalists got more headlines. This was just the right amount of time Wan Jia needed to collect her thoughts.

Her voice was quite shaky but still very beautiful.

"Well, giving speeches isn't really my forte..." Deafening screams filled the hall.

What was so good about what she just said? She wondered.

"I'd like to thank the organizers...." she rattled on her thanks as the official webte filled with more comments about how they had heard the goddess' voice and could now leave this life in peace, others asked whether she was single while others asked if she wished to join the modelling industry and if she wished to leave Mondial Studios.

At the mention of Mondial Studios, one big shot who was an organizer stood up.

He looked around before speaking. "Everyone seems to be forgetting something." He earned questioning looks.

"Before your dear beautiful designer appeared, someone slandered her for plagiarism.

I know you'll ask how sure we are that she wasn't the plagiarizer. Coincidentally we have evidence." The man gave a portable disk to the host and in the next moment images appeared on the screen. They were Wan Jia's drafts in comparison to Su Ling's. It was obvious who stole whose drafts.

Then the speakers suddenly rang out with an audio file.

("You told me you'll definitely win! Look what you did!"

"Look what I did? Look what YOU did! It's all your fault. You stole unfinished drafts and made me present some unpalatable designs!")

Mo Zilian's face turned as pale as paper as her argument with Su Ling filled the air. This way of handling things was quite familiar to her....

She had an omnious premonition. Could it be that Wan Jia was still Mrs. Lu?She had messed with Lu Aotian's woman. Trouble was brewing.