Chapter 95 – Runway Show

Shen Fubai and Jiang Heng didn’t immediately fly back to Beijing after shooting the wedding ring commercial; they were invited to attend a fashion show hosted by Shenjiu Group in Shanghai a week later.

The Xie family recently had intentions to develop their overseas market, but they weren’t in a rush. Shanghai also had many foreigners working in various foreign enterprises, occupying a certain elite upper class of the city. Moreover, a fashion show held domestically would naturally still face the Chinese domestic market.

Most of the models for this fashion show were still domestic models, with only a few foreign models invited to walk the runway.

November 29th, Shanghai Pudong International Airport.

The arrival area was crowded with people waiting for their relatives or companions to come down from the plane, all looking up expectantly.

This plane flying in from New York, USA, carried tourists returning from abroad, Chinese students studying in America, overseas Chinese, and some foreigners traveling or working in China.

Among those waiting were also many black-haired, black-eyed Chinese people, or striking faces from different ethnicities.

If they didn’t disguise themselves, no one would stand out more than Shen Fubai and Jiang Heng.

Shen Fubai was wrapped in a coat, covering his mouth and nose with a scarf, and wearing a hat on his head to ensure that no one could see his face. Jiang Heng was similarly dressed.

Fortunately, the weather had cooled down, so this attire wasn’t too conspicuous.

The plane slid along the runway for a while before gradually coming to a stop. The cabin door opened, and passengers with their luggage emerged from inside the aircraft.

Due to it being an international airport, there were certainly no shortage of foreigners here. But there were still a few individuals who caught the attention of most people the moment they stepped off the plane.

They were a group of tall Caucasians, handsome boys and beautiful girls, standing out in their exceptional aura among the crowd. At the end, a youth pulled a suitcase, estimated at 185 centimeters tall, with brown tousled hair and emerald green eyes that were extraordinarily beautiful.

It was as if a group of elves had descended upon the earth.

The moment the youth stepped off the plane, he made a phone call, and Shen Fubai’s phone in his pocket rang.

“Brother,” said the youth’s voice, which had lost its childhood innocence after puberty, now having the clear and pleasant quality typical of his age. He asked in English, “I’ve arrived at the airport, where are you?”

Shen Fubai had happened to be in Shanghai when Ethan came, and he had agreed to meet him at the airport.

Shen Fubai searched through the crowd for Ethan’s figure: “I’m at the T2 arrivals gate, wearing a white hoodie, a brown scarf, and a hat… I see you!”

Shen Fubai had already spotted the youth making a call not far away, separated by the crowd.

Upon hearing this, Ethan was slightly startled. He turned around and, seeing Shen Fubai, revealed a delighted smile: “I see you too!”

He turned back and said something to his companion, then left his luggage behind, crossed through the crowd, and lunged toward Shen Fubai.

The youth instantly threw himself into Shen Fubai’s arms: “Brother!”

He buried his face in Shen Fubai’s shoulder, muffled for a while, and then said again: “… Brother.”

The two brothers hadn’t seen each other for six years.

Shen Fubai hugged him for a bit and carefully examined him: “Ethan, you’ve grown taller.”

At 185 centimeters tall, he was taller than Shen Fubai.

Caucasians naturally had larger bone structures than Asians. When viewed alone, Ethan was still a slender and outstanding-looking teenager. But if he stood next to most people, he would tower over them.

Jiang Heng went to retrieve Ethan’s luggage and watched the long-separated brothers reunite: “Let’s talk in a less crowded place first.”

Ethan’s appearance was enough to draw attention. If their identities were discovered, the airport would be swarmed in minutes.

Ethan looked at Jiang Heng in confusion: “Brother, who is he?”

Shen Fubai introduced him: “Your brother-in-law.”

Ethan’s friendly gaze instantly became critical: “So this is my sister-in-law.”

Shen Fubai: “…” How did you automatically translate ‘brother-in-law’ into ‘sister-in-law’.

Ethan wanted to ask when his brother had become a sister, his self-perception was too accurate.

There were many gays in Europe and America, and many mutual tops, so there weren’t many rules about titles. Ethan just leaned towards his own family.

Jiang Heng didn’t mind and took them to his car.

The moment Ethan saw the blue Pagani Huayra BC, a limited edition worldwide, his critical gaze changed immediately, and his eyes lit up: “Is this your car?”

Jiang Heng: “Hmm.”

Not giving a direct answer, but in Ethan’s eyes, this was undoubtedly an acknowledgment.

Ethan climbed into the car, suppressing his excitement, his favorability towards Jiang Heng increasing by a hundred points.

Which boy wouldn’t love cars? They liked playing with model cars from a young age, and naturally wanted to own a real car when they grew up, let alone a limited edition worldwide, money couldn’t buy.

More importantly, this proved that Jiang Heng was very wealthy, able to provide good material conditions for his brother, not a gold-digger.

Shen Fubai remained silent.

No wonder Jiang Heng had gone to Xie Chenchu to borrow a car today.

Of course, the Jiang family had many expensive luxury cars, but they hadn’t brought them here since they were in Beijing. They had flown to Shanghai, and their means of transportation here were only the subway and bicycles.

Of course, as partners of the Xie family, they wouldn’t be so stingy. Xie Chenchu had prepared high-end and luxurious vehicles for them. Today, Jiang Heng had specifically gone to President Xie to swap for a higher-end car, just to win over this younger brother-in-law’s heart.

Now it seemed quite successful.

While Jiang Heng was driving, Shen Fubai usually sat in the front passenger seat, but this time he accompanied Ethan in the back seat of the car. The air conditioning was on in the car, and Shen Fubai took off his hat and removed his scarf, revealing his clean and beautiful face clearly reflected in Ethan’s eyes.

“Brother, you’re truly beautiful,” Ethan sincerely praised.

Even with the huge differences in Eastern and Western aesthetics, he could tell that his brother had grown into a thorough Eastern beauty.

“Ethan is also beautiful,” Shen Fubai said.

Ethan was as happy as a child who had received candy.

The models they had invited would usually be arranged by Shenjiu to stay together in top-notch five-star hotels. But Shen Fubai had already greeted Xie Chenchu in advance and arranged to stay with Ethan.

Ethan spent the whole journey reminiscing with Shen Fubai, talking about things from their childhood and asking many questions about Jiang Heng.

Shen Fubai answered one by one, and Jiang Heng occasionally chimed in, creating a good atmosphere.

By the time they got out of the car, Jiang Heng had completely won over Ethan.

“You must treat my brother well,” Ethan instructed seriously, “or I’ll fly over to beat you up even if I’m in America.”

Jiang Heng politely replied: “Then you’ll never have the chance to come over.”

On his first day in China, Ethan was excited and wanted to have Shen Fubai take him around to tour Shanghai at night. Reality was that he collapsed onto the sofa and fell asleep as soon as he put down his luggage at the hotel.

There was a time difference between America and China, and he had just sat on a ten-hour flight, so feeling tired was normal.

Shen Fubai wanted to carry Ethan to bed, but he couldn’t lift him.

This big boy was 180 centimeters tall, no longer the child who could be easily picked up from the windowsill.

“I’ll do it,” Jiang Heng whispered, carrying Ethan into the bedroom.

Shen Fubai followed in, watching Ethan’s sleeping face. Those emerald green eyes were closed, with curled eyelashes, exquisite features, and he was even taller than him…

“This kid has really grown up,” Shen Fubai felt a subtle sense of pride, “he can definitely charm many American girls.”

Jiang Heng glanced at him: “Your family genes are good.”

Both Shen Fubai and Ethan had almost inhuman beauty. Casting them to play mermaids and elves was a perfect choice.

Shen Fubai kissed his cheek: “From now on, he’s your brother.”

In the following week, Shen Fubai disguised himself and took Ethan to tour Shanghai everywhere, with Jiang Heng serving as the driver.

During this period, Shen Fubai was recognized once, and the three of them experienced a great escape.

Ethan was terrified by the terrifying fan mob and deeply realized how popular his brother was in China.

“I finally understand how Xavier feels,” Ethan said, “I’ll never gloat over his misfortunes again.”

In these days, Ethan uploaded quite a few photos to his Facebook and Twitter, and Xavier gave him thumbs up, expressing deep envy and jealousy over his ability to tour China during his free time at work.

Ever since the battle of the sand sculptures, Xavier had a yearning for China.

Because he was busy spending time with his younger brother, Jiang Heng and Shen Fubai’s interactions had decreased a little in recent days, but it didn’t matter. This wouldn’t make them distant.

Shen Fubai and Ethan had been apart for six years, and they should have time to fill the gap.

And Jiang Heng possessed the rest of Fubai’s life.

December 3rd, the show began.

Numerous media outlets had been eyeing this day. On the runway, the flashes of cameras kept flickering. Every time a model appeared, the camera would follow them.

The main task of brand runway models was to showcase the clothes, not their own beauty, so they generally wore blank expressions, not allowing people to focus on their faces.

Jiang Heng and Shen Fubai sat in the guest seats, very low-key. Some media noticed them and quietly adjusted the camera to point at them, snapping pictures continuously.

It wasn’t a secret within the industry that they had recently taken on the Shenjiu jewelry endorsement. Their presence in the audience of the runway show was understandable. However, today wasn’t their main event, so the media snapped a few pictures and moved on, avoiding stealing the limelight.

This runway show was live-streamed online. The Shenjiu series of clothing was already a famous luxury brand, and the pre-event publicity was well-executed, generating a certain level of buzz online. Almost as soon as it started broadcasting, the number of viewers grew to hundreds of thousands.

Models with good looks and long legs paraded, and a barrage of comments rapidly flew across the screen, too many to read.

Comments:

– Leg-lover’s paradise

– A dazzling array of long legs on the screen

– That girl’s collarbone is so deep!

– This guy’s clothes look so good

– The designer is very creative

…

When the camera turned to Jiang Heng and Shen Fubai sitting side by side, the screen was instantly flooded with comments, obscuring the image entirely.

Comments:

– AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

– Fubai is here AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

– My God, was Heng Heng also invited? I actually caught sight of Heng Heng in the audience!

– They’re framed together, I’m satisfied. Watching “Pear Blossoms” gave me a heart attack, I could only find sweetness in reality.

– Daring not to blink, frantically taking screenshots

…

The moment Shen Fubai and Jiang Heng appeared, the number of viewers watching the live stream skyrocketed to millions. The director reacted quickly and gave Shen Fubai and Jiang Heng several shots, pushing the heat to its peak.

It wasn’t exactly riding on their popularity. They were now considered to have a cooperative relationship with Shenjiu, and being invited to the runway show, using their fame to heat up the live stream was reasonable.

The camera swept around the venue, and soon passed over the audience section again.

This fashion show was hosted by Shenjiu Group under the Xie family, so Xie Chenchu, Xie Chian, and Xie Weiluo naturally made appearances as well.

Although it was only for a few short seconds, the three siblings’ looks sparked a wave of discussion.

Comments:

– That little sister is so pretty! She has a pure, girl-next-door vibe

– What kind of godly face does the boy in the middle have, he looks so aloof, is he a newly debuted idol?

– Give me all the information on the little brother with the tear mole in one minute

– The previous comment is a microscope girl, which one has a tear mole, I didn’t even see it

– The one on the far left is a super gorgeous beauty, sorry Fubai, I need to climb the wall for a minute

– Is that a celebrity? Why haven’t I seen such good looks before

– I took a screenshot and googled it, I’m now confused, you’d never guess that the little brother with the tear mole is the president of Shenjiu Group…

– And the boy and girl beside him are the second young master and the only daughter of the Xie family…

The comments paused for a moment.

Then —

– AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Are men with looks and money like this real?

– In reality, the upper class, they’re not only rich second generations, but also look as good as celebrities

– Want to become the heroine of a CEO novel

– Tonight, I’m a lemon spirit

– I’m a fan of a CEO

– Kneeling to beg President Xie to enter the entertainment industry

…

The three surnamed Xie only appeared on screen for a few seconds, but they managed to occupy a trending spot today solely based on their family’s godly looks.

The live stream returned to the runway, and the comments gradually turned back to discussing the models.

Ethan was the finale, and the last to appear was the designer.

When the music changed from Oriental tunes to a Celtic-flavored exotic melody, the models on the runway transformed from dark-haired, dark-eyed domestic models to high-nosed, deep-eyed foreign models.

These fair-skinned, beautiful, and long-legged beauties were undoubtedly warmly welcomed by the beauty lovers. Although fashion shows were mainly about the clothes, most of the live stream viewers couldn’t resist admiring the models’ looks.

Shen Fubai turned to Jiang Heng and said: “… I envy these long legs so much.”

These models, male models were all over 185 centimeters tall, female models approached 180 centimeters, all professionals.

Ethan was still growing, and who knew how tall he would be when he officially became an adult.

Although Shen Fubai’s photo shoots were favored by fashion magazines, he wasn’t a professional model after all. His height was simply a little short compared to professional male models. He could take photos, but walking the runway was a different story. He hadn’t trained in runway walks or runway presence, so he could only sit below and shout “666”.

Everyone had their strengths.

Jiang Heng comforted him softly: “Good boy, you’re fine as you are, don’t compare your height with professional models.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Shen Fubai felt that Jiang Heng was very gentle.

Jiang Heng continued: “This is asking for humiliation.”

“…”

Shen Fubai felt that Jiang Heng was a little arrogant.