Chapter 30: Fashion Week

No way! Did Cheng Heng really like Bai Yang?

"It's nothing." Cheng Heng slowly opened his mouth, and after he finished speaking, he turned his head around and rubbed the tip of his ear lightly against Zhou Miao's lips which were very close to his face.

The smiley face above his head had its mouth wide open and was laughing so hard that one could almost see its stomach. The number on the lower right corner was also jumping madly.

Was this guy teasing her?

Zhou Miao's thoughts were quickly dispelled.

Cheng Heng didn't understand things like the love between men and women, so how could he tease people? Furthermore, after saying this, Cheng Heng sat back down with a red face, but his face was still blank.

It seemed that she wouldn't be able to get anything else from Cheng Heng, but she had another discovery.

It seemed that Cheng Heng liked it when she touched his ear, and a smiley face would appear whenever she touched it.

Zhou Miao felt as if she had found the password to unlock abundant wealth.

When they got home, Yu Ying was sitting by the coffee table making tea.

When she saw Father Cheng and Mother Cheng, she smiled warmly. "Father, Mother, I've made some tea. It's Da Hong Pao oolong tea, which my parents just sent over today."

Mother Cheng looked at Yu Ying and smiled with gratification. "You're so busy with work, yet you still take the trouble to make tea for us."

"It's almost year-end. I wanted to take a break, so I came to pay my respects to you two." She had an elegant smile on her face, but Zhou Miao could see that there was something unusual hidden under her smile.

To be honest, Yu Ying's foundation was too thick today, and her face seemed a little swollen. She did not appear as noble and gentle as before. In fact, she looked a little more haggard. Her long hair, which she used to let down, was now coiled on the top of her head and a few locks of tangled and withered yellow hair peeped out from under the hair net.

Yu Ying's original appearance wasn't stunning. Her parents' looks were just ordinary. She simply inherited their strengths and was a little better looking than ordinary people.

Moreover, in the past, Yu Ying was weaker than Zhou Miao in everything. Therefore she was depressed and dazed, and had a tired and aggressive look on her face every day.

After Zhou Miao snatched her Good Luck Points back, Yu Ying's fatigue and edema became more serious.

"Big Sister, are you very tired recently? You have dark circles under your eyes. You need to rest well." Zhou Miao tried to sound her out.

Yu Ying smiled unnaturally and touched her cheek. "I'll rest well. You don't have to worry."

"By the way, Mother, Cirrus City's Fashion Week has sent an invitation to our company. Do you still want me to attend it with you? "

Cirrus City's Fashion Week was held twice a year, inviting the rich and famous, and celebrities from Cirrus City to attend. Many endorsements and collaborations were negotiated and inked during Fashion Week.

Yu Ying and Mother Cheng had attended it twice before. Her reputation as 'Cirrus City's most beautiful designer' was born from her stunning performance at the Fashion Week.

At that point, she had just stolen Zhou Miao's looks completely. She wore a long white dress and looked like a Greek sacred priestess. The media fought to gain her favor, and she became a popular person in Cirrus City, a winner in life in everyone's eyes.

"If you're so tired, it's good to rest for a while. This time, let Little Miao come with me."

"Sure. I'll prepare a gown for Little Sister and coach her on the Fashion Week etiquette." Yu Ying was stunned for a moment, but she quickly suppressed the jealousy and hatred in her eyes.

She was the virtuous Eldest Young Mistress, and it was her duty to 'take care' of her little sister.

"It's okay. Mother will take care of me. Big Sister, rest well, and don't tire yourself out." Zhou Miao looked at her with a smile.

"Yes, Little Ying. You have to busy yourself with the company and take care of Cheng Tai. You need to rest well. You look very haggard now."

Mother Cheng had been concerned about her, but in Yu Ying's eyes, this concern seemed to be trying to take something from her. Her expression became unpleasant.

"Then I'll go upstairs and rest. Enjoy yourselves at Fashion Week." This sentence was practically said through gritted teeth.

When Zhou Miao went upstairs, she happened to meet Yu Ying, who was coming out of the bedroom. She had just removed her makeup, and her face was even more haggard than before. Zhou Miao couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at? I'm just in bad shape, that's all." Yu Ying looked at Zhou Miao with a frown.

"I didn't say I was laughing at you." Zhou Miao retorted sarcastically, "But the condition of your face is really not very good recently. Would it be better to change your plastic surgeon?" 

"What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't have plastic surgery!" Yu Ying's face darkened.

Zhou Miao looked at Yu Ying and revealed an innocent smile. "But Big Sister is quite different from before. They all say that you are a pure, natural beauty. You won't break down, right?"

The phrase 'natural beauty' was like a knife stabbing into Yu Ying's heart. Her already ferocious-looking face revealed a menacing smile.

"Don't gloat too early. When I'm better, I will still be that beautiful designer!"

"Then I hope Big Sister recuperates quickly."