Chapter 1958: Chapter 1958: Mirror World (35)
Chuzheng arrived at the hotel with Cheng Mu. They weren’t late, and both families’ elders were relieved to see them.
At least there was no runaway bride scenario.
Everyone: "..." Didn’t she just bring back the runaway groom?
Despite everyone’s silent complaints, the wedding proceeded merrily.
After the wedding ended, Cheng Mu was exhausted and complained to Chuzheng on the way back, "Why is getting married so tiring? It’s even more exhausting than working overtime."
"Working overtime tonight?" Chuzheng suddenly popped out a question.
Cheng Mu was puzzled, "Overtime for what?" He just got married today, why should he work overtime?
After a minute, Cheng Mu realized what Chuzheng meant, and his face turned a bit unnatural, "Baby, can you not talk about that so seriously?"
"What did I say?" Chuzheng kept a straight face.
Cheng Mu: "..."
Cheng Mu coughed and leaned in to whisper something to Chuzheng, then retreated to his side, looking out the window.
The night was still long, and the journey was far.
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Qu An was sent to the hospital, seriously injured, and reportedly needed amputation.
Chuzheng didn’t feel sorry at all. In the plot, he had cornered Good Person Card into jumping off a building, rendering Good Person Card unable to walk.
So this was his just deserts.
This time, Father Cheng didn’t need to step in, as Chuzheng quickly figured out a way to keep Qu An from ever appearing in front of Cheng Mu again.
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After the wedding, Chuzheng gradually raised her fame to 80%, but there was still a way to go to reach 100%.
Every series she launched caused quite a stir.
Of course, some people tried to dig up past plagiarism events, but no matter how they dug, they couldn’t find any evidence.
It was all original.
"President Yuk, our performance this quarter is good..."
Dai Mi was talking with Chuzheng when he suddenly felt the temperature in the conference room drop significantly.
Dai Mi’s internal alarms went off. What now, what again!
Chuzheng slowly said, "Dai Mi, what do you think about us holding a competition?"
Dai Mi: "Huh?"
Chuzheng made the decision: "That’s settled then."
Dai Mi: "..." Settled what? What exactly?
Dai Mi left the conference room with a ’Who am I, where am I, what am I doing’ look.
Every time Dai Mi came out of a meeting, it was always with a questioning look; everyone was used to it and skirted around him.
Chuzheng wanted to organize a competition and one that was big, strong, and international to become an international competition.
Dai Mi was about to go bald, thinking of how much money this would cost!
Chuzheng feared not spending money.
The prizes were to be luxurious, and as long as you were shortlisted, you’d get a prize, with the final venue being high-end and stylish.
Thankfully, Chuzheng didn’t use the company’s money for this, which relieved Dai Mi. Otherwise, he’d have to explain to the other directors with his head.
So the question arose -
"President Yuk, what’s the name of our competition?"
"Twilight."
"Twilight?"
Chuzheng nodded, "The theme of the first session will be ’Twilight’.
Dai Mi: "..." Can it be like this?
Alright, the wealthy have their way. Nothing can be done when they have the money to decide.
Dai Mi started working tirelessly on organizing the competition, first by advertising to let everyone know there’s such a competition.
The advertising budget from Chuzheng was abundant, so Dai Mi wasn’t stingy, pouring heavily into ads, causing entries to pile up like snowflakes.
Chuzheng offered such generous rewards—investments to start their brand for the top three and prizes worth millions.
So many renowned designers also entered the competition.
After proposing the competition and investing a sum of money, Chuzheng became hands-off, leaving only Dai Mi busy as ever.
Dai Mi, touching his already limited hair, looked at his bank balance for some comfort.
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Cheng Mu didn’t really care what Chuzheng was up to, so he wasn’t aware of what she was doing lately.
Until he saw the competition on Weibo.
The competition’s promotion was already widespread, with high exposure, known by many.
The shortlist was out, putting it directly on the trending list.
The organizers also took short films for these shortlisted works, filming in iconic locations worldwide, with top models hired as well.
How much funding would this need?
Which competition organizer can afford such extravagance?
[Is this a design competition? Am I seeing this right?]
[This is the first time I see such a competition organized this way.]
[Wouldn’t this end up bankrupt?]
[I don’t know about bankrupt, I just know that truly making the top ten would make someone a life winner.]
[Don’t let this crash halfway!]
[I see many big-shots entering the competition!]
[With rewards this generous, even I would enter, not to mention, its promotion is so massive, now who doesn’t know about this competition? It indirectly increases a designer’s fame.]
Some designers held their status not having entered, but now they likely regretted it as they didn’t expect such high exposure.
Even if the competition did end prematurely, those designers who had their short films made already profited.
Cheng Mu knew about the competition being organized by Chuzheng because he had seen some materials at home.
But he didn’t go into details.
It wasn’t until now that Cheng Mu discovered the theme of the competition.
He went to the official website and clicked in.
The first thing that popped up was a heart. Cheng Mu clicked on it, and the heart scattered into light dots, finally coming together to form a sentence.
——Is the twilight I’m waiting for you?
Cheng Mu watched as the sentence disappeared, and the whole webpage unfolded before him.
Snap——
Cheng Mu took a glance outside, closed the laptop, and got up to leave the study.
Chuzheng came in from outside. Meeting Cheng Mu’s gaze, she called out, "Cheng Mu."
Cheng Mu approached Chuzheng, raising his hand to press against the door behind her, pinning her between the door and his chest, "Am I your twilight?"
Chuzheng’s back was forced against the door. She slightly raised her eyes, revealing those cool and beautiful eyes beneath her long lashes.
Her response to Cheng Mu was a kiss.
After some cuddling, Cheng Mu released Chuzheng and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
"Why didn’t you go to work?"
Good Person Card was rarely home this early.
"I’m off today." Cheng Mu replied, "What, are you not happy to see me, baby? I worked hard to squeeze out some time."
Chuzheng didn’t answer, leaning beside the counter, sipping a glass of water.
Cheng Mu caught a glimpse of the girl drinking water. She slightly tilted her head, her neck forming a beautiful curve.
Suddenly, Cheng Mu felt a bit parched, "Baby, let me have a sip."
"Don’t you have hands?"
"I don’t."
Chuzheng: "..."
Chuzheng picked up the cup to pour him some water, but Cheng Mu wasn’t satisfied, "The cup you just drank from."
"..." Are you crazy?
"What you drink is sweeter."
Chuzheng looked at the cup in her hand, then at Cheng Mu, and downed the rest in one gulp.
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The above is purely fictional, without any basis, for storyline effect only. Please do not apply it to real life.
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