Fake Marriage To The Richest Tycoon-Chapter 297 - 296: My pitiful hands

The results were finally out. The host stood on the stage and held the microphone to his lips. "Our jury have reached a decision. I announce... The winner is....."

Everyone seemed to be tensed and on suspense, waiting for the host. The host smiled, seemingly enjoying keeping everyone on suspense.

Seconds seemed to dragged on longer and longer, time suddenly passed excruciatingly slow.

"The winner is Monsieur Dion!" The host beamed, finally announcing it after creating so much suspense.

The crowd went up in a roar and cheers. Everyone clapped and beamed happily. The French people were cheering. All the livestreamers started to chat and talked nosily. This competition looked as if it was an Olympics event itself.

Qin Zhuzhu came out from the backstage and smiled and clapped too. Jingmin on the other hand didn’t look happy at all. She felt like their defeat was crushing.

Monsieur Dion gave a short speech and thanked everyone. At the end of the competition, Qin Zhuzhu was invited to the stage. She thanked everyone for giving her this chance to participate and learn from an expert like Monsieur Dion.

The judges were very surprised that the model was Qin Zhuzhu herself! How did she have that confidence and charm that models take years to learn when walking on a runway? She, a person who never attended fashion shows before was able to pull off such an amazing stunt! The judges and audience were convinced of her abilities.

Qin Zhuzhu thanked Monsieur Dion and the everyone present for their kindness.

When it was over, Qin Zhuzhu was at the backstage clearing up their things. Jingmin came over and sighed.

"How come you’re not upset or angry? You lost," Jingmin asked, feeling down.

Qin Zhuzhu smiled. "Well, In the first place, I knew that it was almost impossible to beat someone with many years of experience in this industry. But I gave it my best and I’m satisfied with the results. At least, I got the honour of competing against the top French fashion designer. I was sad, naturally I’ll feel sad when I lost. But I don’t mind. Such an opportunity for a rookie like me to compete against professional like Monsieur Dion, it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity!"

"I don’t understand you," Jingmin looked confused. Qin Zhuzhu was very positive and optimistic despite losing. Everyone Jingmin knew would be bursting with anger.

"Never mind. One day you will," Qin Zhuzhu sounded like she was preaching philosophy.

Jingmin was still as confused as ever, shaking her head.

"Miss Qin, Monsieur Dion is here to talk with you. We’ll take our leave," Mo Su walked in and said, then he gestured for Jingmin to give them some privacy.

Monsieur Dion approached her with a friendly smile. Mo Su nodded to him along the way as they left.

"You looked beautiful," he said as he looked at her with appreciative eyes. Qin Zhuzhu was still wearing the glow in the dark dress, her makeup and hair were still in place. At first glance, he didn’t recognize her when she walk on the runway.

"Thanks,"

"I didn’t know that the fashion designers from China were very innovative and sporting. It really surprised me today. I have never thought of creating a dress that would glow in the dark. Not glow, lit up! With lights! Like a lightbulb, a screen that allows various lights to dance in the dress! Does the dress has a name?" Monsieur Dion was excited as he talked about the dress with her.

"Not yet. How about Monsieur Dion give it a name?"

"Hmm...." He rubbed his chin. "How about White Deer Dances amongst snow?"

"What a wonderful name! Thanks for naming it!"

The two became friends quickly and promised to contact each other, exchanging numbers. After Monsieur Dion left, Sanya stomped all the way to Qin Zhuzhu and extended her injured wrapped hands to her.

"My hands are hurt! Look at them!" Sanya put on an aggrieved look and cried.

Instantly, Qin Zhuzhu felt heartbroken and pouted cutely.

"I’m sorry Sanya. I didn’t mean too. I came up with it at the last moment and didn’t get time to tell you. Forgive me, okay?" She acted coquettishly, begging forgiveness.

"Hmph! I won’t forgive you that easily. Unless...." Sanya threw her face the other side and crossed her arms.

"Unless what?" Qin Zhuzhu asked, tugging on her best friend’s arm.

"Unless, you cook for me until my hands are healed,"

"Okay!"

"And do the cleaning too!"

"No problem!" Qin Zhuzhu gave Sanya an ’okay’ sign with her fingers.

Now it was the best time to take advantage of her friend. Sanya, of course, didn’t want to lose this good opportunity.

"And take me to wherever I want to go,"

"But don’t you have Shentu Mingye to do that for you?" Qin Zhuzhu asked.

"What Shentu Mingye!? Why did you mentioned him? What does he got to do with any of this?!"

"Ah, I get it. You don’t need to get so agitated," Qin Zhuzhu pretended to casually wave it off.

"He’s a pain in the ass! Every time I think about him, I want to punch him in the face!" Sanya gritted her teeth.

"Isn’t he the one who bandaged your hand?"

"How did you know?" Sanya blinked.

"Well, it’s simple. Your hands looked like sausages wrapped with naan bread," free𝑤ebnovel.com

Sanya lifted her hands to her face and examined them. Hmm.... XiaoZhu seems to be right. They do looked like sausages wrapped with naan bread. Damn you, Shentu Mingye! I almost thought you had kind intentions!

"Hey, I’m going back to the hotel. You wanna come?"

"I won’t be going. I’ll stay back to show my mom and dad my pitiful hands. That way, that can’t force me to go on blind dates," Sanya replied.

"Alright," Qin Zhuzhu said, waved bye bye and went back to the hotel room.

When she arrived, Li Shao was waiting for her in front of her hotel room.