CHAPTER 469: CHAPTER 469

Jiang Weiwei was also eager to know just how many noses and eyes Designer X had that could turn a designer award ceremony into what seemed like a fan meet-and-greet dedicated solely to them.

And the key point was that these fans of Designer X were no ordinary people; they were all prominent socialites and noblewomen.

Jiang Weiwei even had the contemptible thought that it would be great if Designer X showed up in person and shattered all their fans’ illusions.

That way, when she started her own fashion studio, she could create some buzz by accusing Designer X of plagiarism.

However, to Jiang Weiwei’s anticipation, only Xie Ling appeared on the screen to receive the trophy.

Xie Ling even joked: "No way around it, I’m accepting the award on behalf of Designer X again this year, she still doesn’t want to show her face."

This statement naturally failed to satisfy the fans’ curiosity about Designer X, and they began to interrogate Xie Ling.

"You said that Designer X would be here today, didn’t you? How come they have failed to appear at the last minute?"

"Are you messing with us? Why keep playing the same game?"

"Is there even a real person called Designer X, or is it just a team?"

The fans were exceedingly agitated.

Xie Ling gave a plaintive look at Jiang Moxi in the audience before smiling and saying, "Designer X is not a team, she’s very much a real person."

"It’s not about playing games; it’s just that today, Designer X really called me to say she would attend the ceremony and asked me to send an invitation. I misunderstood her intention thinking she wanted to make an appearance, which is why I spread the news. It turns out she was just accompanying a good friend."

After Xie Ling’s explanation, the fans became even more frenzied.

"So, is Designer X actually here at the venue right now?"

"If she’s really here, why not come out and greet us?"

Facing the excited fans, Xie Ling had no choice but to explain, "Not showing her face is Designer X’s personal wish. We, Yunshang Company, never force any designer to do something they don’t want to do."

Xie Ling added: "Of course, Designer X is indeed here right now. So maybe observe the people around you—you might find that the person you most want to meet is Designer X!"

With Xie Ling’s deliberate guidance, the fans at the event turned their attention more intently to those around them.

The crisis of Designer X not showing her face finally came to a close.

This made Jiang Weiwei in front of her computer furious.

"Not showing her face again! It must be deliberate hype, how can they be so scheming?" she ranted.

Jiang Weiwei continued, "But the more they refuse to show their face, the more it proves that Designer X is very likely a team. I can use their designs, and they definitely won’t dare say anything."

With growing confidence, Jiang Weiwei proceeded to apply for a business license the next day, started searching for a team, and began creating a company named Weifeng Fashion.

On the other hand, Jiang Moxi was unaware that she had become the target of Jiang Weiwei’s scrutiny.

After leaving the Yunshang award ceremony, Jiang Moxi prepared to take Yu Dingding home.

But Fu Youhan and Ye Chen followed along.

"Xiao Moxi, give me a chance to take Dingding home," Ye Chen said, stopping in front of their car. Although he was speaking to Jiang Moxi, his burning gaze was fixed on Yu Dingding.

So without waiting for Jiang Moxi to answer, Yu Dingding replied first, "You don’t even know where I live now."

"Even though I don’t know where you live right now, there is a place that I know you definitely want to visit."

Ye Chen’s assured demeanor made Yu Dingding curious: "Which place?"

"Yu Family Mansion."

At those four words, Yu Dingding visibly faltered.

Seeing Yu Dingding’s reaction, Ye Chen felt certain he had made the right bet.

Then he added, "Everything there has remained unchanged! Do you want to go back and have a look?"

Yu Dingding’s thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the day the Yu Family declared bankruptcy.

At that time, Yu Tongshu was taken away by court officials, and the court also immediately sealed off the Yu Family Mansion.

Yu Dingding didn’t even have time to pack her things before she was ruthlessly forced out by those people.

Perhaps because she hadn’t had the chance to properly say goodbye to her home, she would dream countless times about returning to the Yu Family Mansion.

And every time she awoke, she couldn’t help but cry her eyes out.

That was her home, where she grew up, somewhere she longed to take a good look at in her dreams.

So in the end, she couldn’t resist Ye Chen’s seduction and got into his car.

After sending off Yu Dingding, Jiang Moxi got into the Cullinan she had been driving lately.

But just as she fastened her seatbelt, the passenger door was opened.

Quickly, Fu Youhan sat down inside.

Jiang Moxi frowned at the man fastening his seatbelt as if he owned the place.

"I’m not a chauffeur, I don’t drive people home."

Unexpectedly, the man gave her a wicked smile: "So I’m not going home, I’m only going to your place."

The corners of Jiang Moxi’s lips twitched slightly.

Obviously, she did not intend to let Fu Youhan accompany her home.

Fu Youhan could tell, so he added: "You drank champagne with alcohol tonight. What will you do if it affects you, who will you find to help you?"

Jiang Moxi suddenly understood why he had been so "kind" to offer her champagne earlier.

And perhaps because of Fu Youhan’s deliberate reminder, Jiang Moxi really started to feel her body turning warmer and warmer.

Jiang Moxi’s ears shamefully reddened, but still, she didn’t give Fu Youhan the satisfaction of having his way: "Fine then, consider it like hiring a free gigolo."

Fu Youhan burst out laughing: "Xixi, a gigolo isn’t half as capable as me."

Jiang Moxi felt that Fu Youhan’s words were flirtatious, and the heat in her body became even more obvious.

Fu Youhan knew her condition and considerately unfastened her seatbelt, taking her to the backseat, and had his driver come and take the wheel.

When they returned to the Feng Family’s Mansion, Fu Youhan carefully asked Jiang Moxi before entering: "Can you walk to your room on your own?"

If she couldn’t, he was willing to take a beating just to personally escort her back.

But Jiang Moxi just swatted his hands away awkwardly and entered the Feng Family’s Mansion.

Seeing that her steps were fairly steady, Fu Youhan immediately scaled the wall and following the path he remembered, he dodged the Feng Family’s security patrols and went straight to Jiang Moxi’s room.

But after waiting for more than ten minutes without seeing her arrive, he started to worry that she might have gone off looking for some other young man, and was about to leave the room to find her.

Just as he was about to step out, the door was pushed open from outside.

"Where did you go? Why did it take so long?" Fu Youhan, seeing Jiang Moxi enter the room, hurriedly checked her over carefully, worried something had happened to her.

Jiang Moxi said, "I ran into Feng Yu and had a few words with him."

Jiang Moxi remembered the instructions from Old Master Feng that day, so when she met Feng Yu, she told him those things.

But Feng Yu was in a foul mood today and only told Jiang Moxi, "My collaboration with Wang Yao isn’t what you think. I just wanted to get some information from him."

Jiang Moxi said, "Would that kind of person spill any valuable information without skinning you first? Feng Yu, those who stare into the abyss are eventually consumed by it!"

Yet Feng Yu was unusually determined: "I won’t be! Don’t concern yourself with this."

"I don’t want to meddle in your affairs either. But, Feng Yu, consider grandfather; at his age, he’s still worrying and afraid for you."

Nevertheless, Feng Yu refused to compromise.

In the end, the two parted on bad terms.

And to make things worse, Fu Youhan was persistently inquiring, "What could you possibly have to talk about with Feng Yu?"

Jiang Moxi, not wishing to discuss those headache-inducing issues, simply tiptoed up and kissed Fu Youhan to stop his questions...