Chapter 1027: Chapter 1027: Particularly Good at Enduring in Silence Chapter 1027: Chapter 1027: Particularly Good at Enduring in Silence She hadn’t finished speaking when Xia Xue cut her off with a sweet smile, “Alright, Sister Nan, there’s no need for undue anxiety. Let’s go in first; who knows, luck might just fall on our heads in the end.”

‘Luck’ was certainly going to fall on their heads… Xia Xue’s eyes flickered with excitement for a moment as she pushed her agent to walk inside.

Backstage, preparations were being made for the opening in an hour’s time.

The staff on site were bustling around.

Big names all had their dedicated management to take care of them, while lesser-known stars like Xia Xue were at the mercy of fate.

Xia Xue, along with her agent, hurried to the makeup room they were using. In the ten-square-meter room, crowded with seven or eight people, was Yan Qingqing sitting in front of the makeup mirror, as well as Ruan Rou, who had also made it into the top four.

She looked around but didn’t see Rong Yan.

Yan Qingqing, already impatient, called her over, “What are you looking around for? Get over here and go over the details with me.”

“I’ve heard enough about you making a fool of yourself outside, Xia Xue. I don’t care about your little schemes, but let me remind you – if you managed to convince KT to place you here with me, then you’d better perform well. Don’t you dare cause any trouble on stage later; otherwise, I won’t let you off!”

Yan Qingqing, like Fu Ya, belonged to the type that started their career with familial backing.

The difference between her and Fu Ya was that Fu Ya relied on connections, while Yan Qingqing mainly relied on her family’s wealth.

Yan Qingqing’s family was particularly wealthy, certainly the very wealthy type in the eyes of the average person. But having been with someone of Han Cheng’s caliber, Xia Xue naturally understood that in the eyes of the truly elite, Yan Qingqing’s family was just nouveau riche, wealthy but lacking pedigree.

She looked down on Yan Qingqing from the bottom of her heart, just as she had initially looked down on Fu Ya. Her talent lay in the fact that, even when she utterly despised the person who lorded over her, she could still act obediently in front of them, satisfying their arrogant nature.

“Qingqing, rest assured, haven’t I given everything to you?” Xia Xue leaned over, her face brimming with smiles, speaking into the makeup mirror, “You look so beautiful today, is the gown you’re wearing KK’s runway piece for this year?”

Yan Qingqing glanced over the same high-end KK outfit Xia Xue was wearing and, with a trace of pride flickering at the corner of her eyes, her chin lifted slightly, “I had no choice, my mom is one of their VIP clients. When they heard I was competing, the brand director for the Z country region took the initiative to offer me their runway piece to wear. It makes sense, after all, with my mom and me spending so much there every year, it wouldn’t do to treat us like ordinary celebrities.”

Xia Xue’s face remained unaltered by Qingqing’s words of ordinary celebrities as she maintained her innocent demeanor, seemingly oblivious to the sarcasm, “But even haute couture needs someone to do it justice. The brand director was willing to lend the runway piece to you because of your good taste. If someone else asked for it, they wouldn’t be willing to lend it.”

In every word, she implied that she had approached the brand’s executives, who didn’t want to lend clothes to her, greatly satisfying Yan Qingqing’s teenage desire to boast. Her eyes began to look upon Xia Xue more favorably, “Next time, I might give you the chance to meet them. Once you’ve met them, you’ll see that haute couture is nothing special.”

Her intention was to make Xia Xue stop looking like Baby craving something beyond her reach – to her, haute couture was something she could wear any time she liked.

Yet Xia Xue obediently nodded, “Mhm, thank you, Qingqing.”