Fake Marriage To The Richest Tycoon-Chapter 291 - 290: Missed the competition

Qin Zhuzhu looked at the watch and sighed. Looking at the time, there was no way they could make it. She texted the others and informed them of the new plans and what happened.

The foreign man overheard their conversation. These two must be attending the competition as well, right?

"Change of plans. We can’t make it with all these traffic. Besides, the man here still need some observation. I cannot leave just like that until the ambulance comes," Qin Zhuzhu said with a sigh.

"Aren’t you afraid that you’ll miss the competition? This competition is a once in a lifetime chance to become famous. Many people would ignore others for themselves. They put themselves first," The man spoke in Chinese. Although his words were correct, his tone and pronunciations were slightly off.

Qin Zhuzhu could understand him though. She was surprised that he know their language.

"I know. I admit I’m afraid. But compared to a life threatening situation, saving you is more important. Famous....," She thought about it. It was true that she waved to become famous to fulfill her grandfather’s wish.

"I can try again another time!" She cheered up instantly. Although she was sad and disappointed, she could try again next winter or next year. There was always tomorrow.

The foreign man held his chest and looked up at the girl, admiration flashing in his deep blue eyes.

Jingmin, on the other hand, didn’t understand the way Qin Zhuzhu think.

"Team leader, you are really magnanimous. If I were you, I would have selfishly go to the venue first," Jingmin sounded sad.

"Don’t be. You wanting the best for yourself is a normal human response," Qin Zhuzhu comforted her.

"The ambulance is on the way," the doctor said. There was not much for the doctor to do. Qin Zhuzhu had already put the situation under control.

"Come, let me help you," she supported the man to one side. She brought the man to a bench and helped him to sit.

"Miss, what is your name?" The man asked.

"You can call me Qin Zhuzhu,"

"Zhu? As in pearl?"

"Yes. Your Chinese speaking skills is not bad!" She praised him.

"Hahaha, I learnt when I went to China a few years ago," he replied with a kind smile. They chatted for a while, talking about their own countries. The weather was starting to get colder and colder.

Qin Zhuzhu was afraid that the man might fall sick again so she took off her coat and gave it to him. The man thanked her and took it, promising to give it back to her.

The man was in his forties but he still had an air of youthfulness and masculinity.

Soon, the ambulance arrived. Qin Zhuzhu helped the man into the ambulance and waved goodbye.

Many minutes later, Qin Zhuzhu managed to hail a taxi and drove off to the venue. When she arrived, it has already ended.

"What happened?" Qin Zhuzhu asked when she noticed the sad looks on their faces as they walked out from the building.

"It was cancelled," one of the fashion designer Mo Su said dejectedly.

"What?! How come?" Jingmin said, surprised.

"Because the host, a top French fashion designer didn’t arrive. They wouldn’t share the details with us when we asked. We were halfway through the competition, when it reached out turn, they suddenly announced that it was cancelled," Mo Su explained, sighing.

"Are they playing the fool with us or looking down on us? I saw the way how some of those fashion designers look at us," a female fashion designer scoffed.

"They are the host! How can the host be late?"

"Don’t jump to conclusions yet. Let’s wait and see. Maybe there was really an accident, who knows. Anyway, since we are here, why don’t we try some French cuisine? It must taste good!" Qin Zhuzhu’s cheerful face contrasted with their disappointed ones.

"Team leader, how can you be so cheerful at this time?" Jingmin complaint.

"Well, it’s no use blaming someone or crying over something that cannot be undone. Since we didn’t get to participate, then never mind. We can try again next time. It’s not the end of the world. Don’t be defeated easily. All you need to remember is to work hard and never give up! I’ll explain to CEO Li later. Now, let’s go for lunch!"

"Okay! You’re right!"

"I’ve been starving all morning!"

Another day passed with them exploring Paris.

Qin Zhuzhu decided to visit some of the luxurious shopping malls to study the designs the French designers made. The French were known as the best fashion designers in the world.

Sanya and Shentu Mingye followed along. Qin Zhuzhu could feel the atmosphere turning hostile behind her.

"A week has passed. You said you would pay the compensation fee. Where is it?" Shentu Mingye said in a mocking tone, sidling to Sanya.

"So impatient. Just wait till we return to Shengjing, you’ll get your money. Not a penny less!" Sanya snapped and glared murderously at him.

"By the time we returned, it would be one and a half week! Perhaps I should increase the interest rate, what do you think?" He gave her an evil grin.

Forget what she thought about him on the stage, he was still an idiotic bastard.

"Shentu Mingye, you jerk! I can’t wait to punch your either eye. Don’t you think you’ll look better with two black eyes? It’s called fashion, isn’t it?" She cracked her knuckles in front of him.

"Woah, in public? I seriously wondered how you became a fashion designer when you act like a delinquent,"

Sanya was about to get into a fistfight with Shentu Mingye when suddenly a tall French woman approached them. She wore a pencil skirt and a formal blouse, her hair was tied up into a bun.

She spoke in French and smiled at them.

"Miss Qin, they said that a Monsieur Dion wants to meet you," the translator said.

"Huh? Who’s that? I don’t know anybody by that name," Qin Zhuzhu scratched her head confusedly.