Chapter 70 - 70: Someone Doesn’t Want Miss Luo to Wear This Cheongsam on the Red Carpet

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Lin Qingqian was looking at her cell phone at the side. Sensing that Suisui was not paying attention, she knocked the back of her head with her fingers. “Put on the makeup properly.”

Suisui pouted. “I want to go out and support too! I heard that Lu Qinshang is performing today. I really want to see it!”

Luo Tianxue, who had her eyes closed, opened them. “You like Lu Qinshang?”

Suisui nodded. “I’m his number one fan!”

Luo Tianxue chuckled. “That’s easy. Won’t you be able to take a look when you sit down with my manager later? By the way, I can also help you get Lu Qinshang’s autographed photo.”

Suisui’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Really?” n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

She was a makeup artist. Although she usually came into contact with many celebrities, they were all low- tier celebrities. Moreover, they were too arrogant to help her ask Lu Qinshang for an autograph.

“Really. But—” Luo Tianxue paused and said, “You have to guarantee that you’ll help make me beautiful and dominate the entire venue!”

“What’s so difficult about that!” Suisui patted her chest and vowed. “Don’t worry, with Qianqian and me around, I guarantee that you’ll be the most beautiful girl tonight!”

“Great!”

Lin Qingqian: ‘

These two people really hit it off at first sight.

“Oh no, Tianxue…” The manager suddenly walked in in a hurry, looking flustered.

Luo Tianxue turned around, still looking innocent. “What’s wrong?”

The manager glanced at Lin Qingqian and then at Luo Tianxue. His expression was ugly as he said, “I just went to the changing room and realized that your cheongsam had been cut.”

Ordinary artists would directly arrive at the event location after putting on their makeup. However, Luo Tianxue was different. She did not have any works at the moment, so she was attending as an award-giving guest plus a performing guest. The performance and red carpet were two different sets of clothes and they were both placed in the changing room.

It was less than an hour before the red carpet started. Now that the cheongsam was cut, it was too late to borrow a new gown…

Luo Tianxue’s face was pale and she was about to cry. “Then what should we do now, Qingqian?”

Lin Qingqian frowned and her expression was calm. She said unhurriedly,

“Don’t be anxious. I’ll go take a look first.”

Luo Tianxue: “I’ll go with you.”

Suisui: “I’ll go too.”

The few of them walked to the changing room and saw that the cheongsam that was originally hanging on the clothes rack had been cut into rags. Even if an immortal descended to the mortal world, they would be powerless to reverse the situation.

“My cheongsam…” Luo Tianxue’s eyes turned red as she stomped her feet anxiously.

The manager said with an ugly expression, “Tianxue, don’t be anxious. I’ll make a call to borrow another gown now.”

“But I like this cheongsam very much. Moreover, where can I borrow a new gown in such a short time?” Luo Tianxue’s sobbing voice sounded.

The manager did not answer and just kept sending WeChat messages.

Lin Qingqian walked to the clothes rack and took off the cheongsam, observing it carefully.

Suisui followed beside her. “What’s wrong?

“The incision was neat. Someone deliberately cut it with scissors,” Lin Qingqian replied. “Someone doesn’t want Miss Luo to walk the red carpet in this cheongsam.”

Suisui: “This dressing room is shared by the actresses, and there are no surveillance cameras. Even if we know that someone deliberately cut it, we can’t find out who it is!”

When Luo Tianxue heard her words, the mist in her eyes intensified.

Lin Qingqian looked at her and comforted her. “Don’t be anxious. Wait and see. Who knows, Brother Ming might be able to borrow some clothes.”

Brother Ming was Luo Tianxue’s manager.

Luo Tianxue glanced at the manager who was on the phone and did not say anything. This was the only way now.

The few of them returned to the dressing room first. The atmosphere was very gloomy, and no one spoke.

Lin Qingqian placed the clothes on the sofa and lowered her eyes, as if she was thinking about something.

Suisui could not help but lean over and ask softly, “Why do I feel that you’re not surprised at all? It’s as if you knew this would happen..”