Chapter Eleven: Journey to France

… During these two weeks in France, Rong Qing felt particularly relaxed and at ease. They were shooting a promotional film for Vienna, and the location was set in a quaint French village. The gentle French sunlight cast a soft glow over the pale blue rugby field, where she stood in a light blue short-sleeved top, holding a rugby ball with both hands, poised to throw—a pose full of vitality and athletic spirit. It was as if the vigor of youth itself had been infused into her.

Rong Qing had always been active in sports back in university; her fair skin was smooth and taut, giving her the aura of a rising athletic star. Even the French staff on set watched her with admiration in their eyes.

Originally, playing rugby with the local children was meant to be just a small segment of the promotional film, but the beautiful girl before them had blended seamlessly with the French children. Two different races, yet communicating in the same language, cooperating harmoniously in movement, lending the film a rare and precious authenticity.

Youth in motion, sweat gleaming, the joy of life—this is the meaning Vienna wishes to convey through their clothing, and Rong Qing’s vibrant, genuine presence breathed life into the brand.

After finishing the day’s shoot, her fair forehead was covered with a fine sheen of sweat. Yan Lin immediately handed her a towel.

“Tomorrow there will be a reception hosted by the company. Many in the French fashion circle and entertainment industry will attend,” Yan Lin said as she scrolled through her iPad, everything organized down to the finest detail.

Rong Qing understood at once; such gatherings were perfect opportunities to expand one’s social network.

“Yan Lin, I want to take half a day off today. You head back to the hotel first,” Rong Qing said, wiping the beads of sweat from her brow. Her fair face glowed with a holy radiance under the sunlight.

“All right, take care on the way,” Yan Lin replied.

She bid a reluctant farewell to the French children—those adorable little ones with their chubby cheeks looked at her with such pitiful expressions that it was hard to leave them.

“Alright now, be good. I’ll come visit you again. Don’t pout—cheer up, or people will think you’ve been bullied,” Rong Qing coaxed them patiently, her warmth and charm the envy of everyone around her.

Shopping always holds a mysterious allure for girls, and Rong Qing was no exception. Even the smallest item displayed in a shop window could catch her eye.

The afternoon sunlight slanted across the boulevard, the plane trees lining the French streets cast a dappled shade with their lush green leaves. Rong Qing strolled along the Champs-Élysées, feeling the contrast between the bustling traffic in the center and the leisurely calm under the dense French plane trees, truly experiencing the Parisian way of life and romance.

France is a country of romance and freedom, infused with elements of fashion that make it all the more enchanting. Stylish blonde women leaned leisurely against shop windows, lovers strolled hand in hand along the street, and the Gothic architecture added a further touch of romantic elegance.

Rong Qing wore a casual vintage-patterned knit top, fitted three-quarter pants, and nude-pointed leather shoes that added a playful touch. She carried a chic handbag, her long black hair flowing—a beauty from the East.

The Champs-Élysées was lined with multinational corporations, cinemas, luxury boutiques, and high-end artisanal shops. The Gothic buildings stood as monuments to the highest achievements of French art. Leaning over a glass display case, Rong Qing’s deep black eyes focused intently on a row of wristwatches. She couldn’t help but picture Huo Lingtian’s serious expression while working, recalling the imposing silver watch on his wrist, inlaid with precious sapphires—its value clearly extraordinary.

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