After receiving the certificate, she was pinched and doted on by the wealthy heir.

Cheng Kele looked at her excitedly: "Go, go, you've never really shown your face! It's a rare public occasion like this, let them see the real young artist Angel!"

Xia Taozhi crossed her legs and hugged her knees, and hesitated for a few seconds: "Should I... go?"

"Isn't the invitation given to you? Of course you have to go! This is an affirmation for you."

Cheng Kele was even more anxious than she was, "If you don't go, I'll fall out with you!"

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "But I don't have any clothes that I can buy. Such an occasion must require a formal dress. I don't want to buy that kind of dress and I am reluctant to buy it."

"Fool, artist, do you understand?"

Cheng Kele stretched out his finger and tapped her forehead lightly, "You are unique and have a distinctive personal style. Do you need to be like those people? Besides, there are so many international brands competing for your designs. It’s just that you cherish your wings too much and only release a design once a year, otherwise you would have made a lot of money by now.”

Xia Taozhi sighed softly and narrowed his dark eyes.

After hesitating for a while, she finally made up her mind: "Okay, I'll go take a look."

"That's right!"

This fashion salon requires identity verification in advance, so Xia Taozhi replied to the email and made an appointment.

An hour later, she arrived at the hotel.

The fashion salon is held in the seventh-floor lobby of this six-star hotel.

She looked at her plaid shirt and jeans. Although they were simple, she had modified them in special places, making them look different.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside.

At this time, the seventh floor was busy.

The entire hotel is busy preparing for the fashion salon.

"Have you heard? That angel will come too."

"Really? I have seen her international works, and her designs were also featured in last year's Paris Fashion Week. I like her so much."

"Humph, what's so good about Angel? She just likes to hide her head and show her tail, and deliberately let the media chase her. Until now, we don't even know whether she is a boy or a girl."

"She's called angel, she must be a woman."

"I still like Miss Yukizen, she has a beautiful voice and a sweet voice, and her works are also beautiful."

"It's a pity that Yukizen has lost to Angel twice in a row. Counting this time, it's been three times. It's such a miserable loss."

Downstairs in the lobby, Xia Taozhi was waiting for the elevator.

Suddenly a group of people came from behind.

"Get out of the way, let Miss Bai pass first."

The leading bodyguard had an arrogant attitude and pushed everyone away.

The woman surrounded was wearing a white suit. When she passed by Xia Taozhi, she left a faint smell of perfume.Xia Taozhi's eyebrows moved, and his eyes fell on the folder in her hand without leaving any trace.

It was a customized brand name, expensive, and she had only seen it in works at high-end design conferences.

Just stick it at the top of the folder.

There is a name written on it - Yuki Ran.

The woman walked into the elevator and the door closed.

Xia Taozhi's heart trembled. After the elevator went up, she pressed the button again.

"What a coincidence..." she murmured.

She was thinking about other things and didn't even notice that Han Xiao also came in from the other side of the hotel door and walked directly into the VIP elevator.

Private lounge on the seventh floor.

Han Xiao knocked on the door.

The door opened, and a face with exquisite makeup appeared in front of him.

Han Xiao's eyes moved slightly.

"I thought... you wouldn't come." She bit her lower lip with a bit of coquettishness.

Han Xiao walked into the lounge: "What do you want from me?"

"Why are you pretending to be so cold? I know you still have me in your heart, otherwise - you wouldn't have rushed here so eagerly upon hearing the news that I was injured."

The woman walked up to him and tapped her fingers on his clothes like an elf.

"Axiao, let's make up. It was my fault a few years ago. I shouldn't have given up on our relationship so easily. But now that I'm back, we can renew our relationship."

She got closer and closer, almost touching his lips.

In the flash of lightning, Han Xiao inexplicably remembered the aura belonging to another woman.

His nominal wife.

That woman smelled exceptionally clean and sweet.

Completely different from Bai Xue.

He frowned slightly!Why do you think of Xia Taozhi again? I really saw a ghost.

The woman failed to take a step further. Han Xiao firmly controlled her arms and pulled away: "Don't think too much, Miss Bai Xue, I'm just afraid that you will die in the hotel I invest in. If it affects my business, I won't lose money." Is it too big?"

Bai Xue's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe that these words just came out of Han Xiao's mouth.

"Ah Xiao..."

"If there's nothing else, then goodbye."

He turned to leave, but Bai Xue took the lead and held his arm tightly: "Do you really have no feelings for me anymore? Not at all?"

The man looked back, his eyes bottomless.

"I'm married, Miss Bai."

Just seven words made Bai Xue heartbroken.

"How is that possible! When did you get married, how come I didn't know? How could there be no news about your Han family's marriage to a wife? You must have lied to me..."

"If you have the means, you can check it as much as you can. Registering a marriage cannot be fake."

After hearing this, her eyes dimmed and tears came down.

She slowly let go of her hand and tried to force out a wry smile, with a look that pitied me: "I'm sorry, I was rude. I thought you would wait for me... I haven't wished you a happy wedding yet. It's because I came back late." Oh, I shouldn't have left you in the first place. Now that I see you happy, I...I am satisfied."

Bai Xue raised her face and smiled, and at the same time, two lines of tears slowly fell down.

"Now I am a complete loser... There is no place for me in the art world. I shouldn't come back. Don't worry, I will leave today."

She forced a smile and spread her arms, "Let's hug her one last time, in the name of friends."

Seeing that Han Xiao didn't move, she added, "After all, we have known each other for so many years, don't we have this little affection? Ah Xiao, I always remember you said that I am like your life. The same is true for me. You feel the same way in my heart, even if we can't be lovers now, this will not change."

Han Xiao stepped forward and hugged her gently.

Bai Xue took the lead and let go of her arms, forcing a smile on her face.

"Okay, now I have no regrets. Goodbye... I can face all this by myself. This is my choice. I can't blame anyone." Bai Xue raised her face, with moving tears on her face.

Han Xiao's heart softened: "Is it because of the previous art exhibition? You... didn't get the gold medal."

"There is no darkness anywhere. I don't have your protection, so I can only run wild on my own. In fact, my life has not been good these years. I just didn't expect that everything I worked hard for would be taken away by others in despicable ways. I... How can I swallow this breath? But now it seems that compared with losing you, losing these is nothing."

Bai Xue was still smiling, but her smile was much bitterer.

"Is it that angel?"

"Um……"

"I know." Han Xiao raised his legs and left, "The gold medal will be returned to you."

The sound of the door closing sounded, and Bai Xue's eyes gradually cooled.

She quickly wiped away the tears on her face, and her pretty face was filled with joy.

In the corner on the other side of the lounge, a door opened and Huo Qing walked out.

"Will he help you?" Huo Qing was a little unsure.

"You still don't understand Han Xiao." Bai Xue said coldly, "I have been with him for so many years, and I know who he is best. He will help me."

As she said that, she gave a sneer, "But he is married. Is this true?"

Huo Qing hesitated for a few seconds and nodded: "Yes."

The corners of Bai Xue's raised lips slowly sank: "Really..."

Outside the hall door, Xia Taozhi found a staff member to verify her identity. She reported the verification code of the invitation letter to the other party and waited nervously.

Less than a minute later, the staff asked in surprise: "Are you Angel?"

"Yes."

But the smile on this man's face had not yet fully appeared. The next second he stared at the computer for a while and said coldly: "Sorry, Miss Angel, you do not meet the invitation standards of the fashion salon and cannot participate in this event."