Chapter 1959: Chapter 1959: Mirror World (Final)
Many people thought the Twilight Cup Design Competition would crash and burn, but not only did it not, it just kept getting hotter.
By the time it got to the final, the livestream room was about to explode.
Each designer’s work had its own unique flavor. Same theme, but everyone’s understanding was different, so the final presentations were really worth watching.
Cheng Mu and Chuzheng were sitting in the front row, and a lot of shots swept past them.
Meanwhile, the livestream chat was already blowing up.
[Holy shit! That pretty boy is so good-looking!]
[Is he a celebrity? Is he a celebrity??]
[Shouldn’t be, right? Never seen him before... Is that Yuk Chuzheng sitting next to him?]
[The one who got exposed for plagiarism before?]
[I don’t know what happened back then, but she hasn’t plagiarized in any of her later works. And that whole thing was super weird at the time—bet it was that Yu Shi framing her. In the end wasn’t it Yu Shi who plagiarized her?]
[I just want to know who that pretty boy is!! One minute, I want all his info!]
[He smiled!!! Ahhhh my HP bar is empty!!]
[He just now seemed to be smiling at Yuk Chuzheng.]
[Please debut on the spot immediately!]
[Actually Yuk Chuzheng is really pretty too, such strong presence.]
The people in the front row were all big shots, even celebrities, but in the camera that woman still stood out, not the least bit inferior to those stars.
Cheng Mu had no idea the internet was busy begging him to debut. He had his head tilted toward Chuzheng, whispering to her, posture intimate and ambiguous.
The camera accidentally caught their hands, fingers intertwined, and the livestream erupted in another wave of wailing.
When the results came out, Chuzheng went up last to speak.
Dai Mi was afraid Chuzheng would say two sentences and walk off, so she’d given her a script beforehand. Chuzheng had half-heartedly memorized it once.
There was a banquet after the competition.
As the spokesperson for the organizers, Chuzheng naturally became a target—people kept coming over to chat, all that plastic small talk.
The whole time, she had Cheng Mu with her. When people asked, she didn’t avoid it at all, directly saying he was her husband.
That actually killed off some men’s little schemes.
With Cheng Mu’s looks, even in the entertainment industry he’d be top tier. As long as Chuzheng wasn’t blind, these guys had basically zero win rate in front of him.
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It wasn’t until she got in the car that Chuzheng realized her Weibo had been taken over.
Not because of the competition, but because of Cheng Mu.
They were all there to ask about Cheng Mu’s identity, some even telling him to debut.
Chuzheng glanced at Cheng Mu, who was on the phone beside her, and typed out a Weibo post.
Yuk Chuzheng V: Personal property, not debuting.
Cheng Mu had set special alerts for Chuzheng. As soon as he hung up, a notification popped up on his phone.
He leaned toward her. "I’m your personal property?"
"Yeah."
"Then this personal property has a request. Don’t know if baby can satisfy it?"
"Say it."
Cheng Mu stretched out his fingertip and tapped his own lips.
Chuzheng’s gaze darkened slightly. She reached out and pulled the partition in front of them down.
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They say netizens are omnipotent. No one knew who dug up Cheng Mu’s identity, and a whole wave of netizens started getting salty again.
Cheng Mu was a textbook rich second generation, but instead of working in his family’s company, he’d started his own.
[Cheng Mu, Twilight... have you guys noticed?]
[Noticed!]
[Noticed +1]
[I can’t, I’m gonna die of jealousy.]
[Ugh, I just rewatched the playback, and I found that President Yuk spoils President Cheng so much! [video]]
The video was of Chuzheng holding a cup of water out to him. Cheng Mu didn’t take it, instead drinking straight from her hand as she held it, and she very cooperatively fed him. Then Chuzheng reached up and rubbed his head, her arm draped over the back of his chair, while Cheng Mu leaned slightly toward her, making it look like she had him caged in.
Even though Chuzheng was a woman, that noble, cold CEO aura of hers made the image look perfectly natural.
[Girls, I’ve discovered a terrible truth!!]
[I think I’ve discovered it too!]
The photos from the day of Chuzheng and Cheng Mu’s wedding somehow got dug up.
[Fuck!]
[Fuck!]
[He really is personal property, damn it. All the good-looking ones get married young, no wonder us ugly folks stay single.]
[Excuse me, is this kind of personal property issued by the state or do I go pick it up myself? What’s the process?]
[Suddenly the words "personal property" sound kind of cute.]
The internet was in an uproar, but the people involved had no idea.
The Twilight Design Competition also came to an end. Chuzheng quickly fulfilled the contract, creating independent brands for the top three. All the other prize money also went through the process fast and ended up in the designers’ hands.
With the hype from the first edition, even more people signed up for the second.
The workload basically doubled.
Everyone was in pain but happy.
Because of how hot the competition was, some people tried to buy their rankings, only to get smacked down by Chuzheng.
The judges didn’t dare take bribes either, since Chuzheng was paying them more anyway.
No need to offend her for a bit of petty cash.
The Twilight Design Competition kept to strict fairness and justice; over time it shed its "rich and tacky" label and gained real weight in the industry.
"President Yuk, do you want to create your own brand too?" After a meeting, someone suggested it to her.
The designs Chuzheng sketched were all under the company’s brand, not her personal label.
And as a company shareholder, most of the restrictions that apply to regular designers simply didn’t apply to her.
If she wanted to start her own brand, there’d be zero problem.
Chuzheng thought for a moment. "Mm, we can."
"I’ve always felt your style totally deserves its own independent brand... Has President Yuk thought of a name yet?"
Chuzheng tapped the two characters for "Twilight" on the cover in front of her.
They later found out that the brand Chuzheng set up didn’t sell to the public—it was only for Cheng Mu to wear.
Everyone: "..."
You really can’t afford to mess with people who literally have a mine at home.
Later this somehow leaked out again, and netizens turned into pure Lemon essence.
The love life of the rich is just that extravagant.
Dad will never have to worry about me wearing the same outfit as someone else again!
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Another year passed.
When Chuzheng went back to visit Mother Yuk and Father Yuk, she found that tree had borne a single fruit.
Yes, just one.
If she hadn’t gone to look on purpose, you wouldn’t even notice it had fruit.
Chuzheng picked the fruit and put it into that wooden box.
The tree at Cheng Mu’s home had also borne fruit. She and Cheng Mu took the wooden boxes back to the temple and buried them under the Bond-Forming Tree.
Cheng Mu tilted his head back to look for the plaque he’d written last time.
Because of the good spot he’d chosen, he could see it clearly, except...
Cheng Mu took a closer look and confirmed that there were a few more characters on the back of the plaque.
—My fate is mine to decide.
The four characters were written upright and beautiful.
How arrogant do you have to be to write something like that?
Cheng Mu looked ahead. The woman stood there with cool brows and eyes, behind her the dangling red ribbons and wooden plaques, like a painting come to life.
He lowered his gaze with a soft smile, walked over to her, took the hand at her side and laced their fingers together, looking out into the distance with her.
The road ahead of them was still very long.
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Master Zheng has already hit 4 million aaaaa!!
How about tossing a monthly vote to celebrate??
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