Chapter 177 - 177 IAmFashionista's Arc 1 is about to End

When Xiong Wuyue finally saw it she was a bit stunned.

It looks the same as the dress she had were on that night. It was made by fine golden threads and scattered crashed rubies were imbued on the dress. The materials were mostly the same. The design was a bit different. 

However, compared to Golden Time, this dress lacked a bit of elegance. If Golden Time was an empress, this dress is a consort. The ambiance was nowhere. It was like a copy cat of the Golden Time. 

Xiong Wuyue was a talented model after all. She had been studying fashion since young. She grew up in that field. She could tell the difference in the dress right away.

She suddenly got mad. The perfect dress that only suits her was not in her possession. But on that bitch's hand.

"Aghhh!" She threw the dress on the ground.

"I don't like it! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!"

She began to cry in madness.

Xiong De was a bit taken aback. He knew his daughter's character. Seeing that Xiong Wuyue was not happy by this dress means that this dress was lacking compared to the other one. Even though this dress cost him one hundred million.

"Calmed down, my daughter. If you don't want that, we can ask Mr. Cang to make a new one for you. A better one than that golden dress!"

Xiong Wuyue sobbed. She only wants that dress. That dress was hers.

Sigh.

Xiong De doesn't know what to do this sobbing Xiong Wuyue. He really had no way to get back the dress. 

"Wuyue'r, tell daddy what you want aside from that dress. Anything." Xiong De used plan B : give anything what Xiong Wuyue wants to stop her from throwing tantrum.

Xiong Wuyue stopped sobbing and considered his words.

What does she want?

She wants to be the heiress, she wants the title of the young miss.

She wants to live in Xiong Main Mansion.

More importantly, she wants that man...

"Linfeng.." Xiong Wuyue suddenly blurted out the man's name.

Xiong De furrowed his brow when he heard that. 

He sighed in frustration.

"How many times do I have to tell you that it is impossible for you and that man who has such a lower status than yours. Utmost, he could only be your butler. Nothing more."

Xiong Wuyue looked at her father with teary eyes. 

"I know that. If I can only snatch him away from that bitch then I would feel better from the loss I have because of that dress."

Xiong Wuyue explained.

"Daddy, please." Wuyue pleaded.

Xiong De shook his head. He already tried to ask the elders of the Zhou family before to let Linfeng be Xiong Wuyue's butler.

But the Zhou family first in line was only loyal and have a solid treaty to only serve the Xiong's first line descendants. The Zhou family could not really reject Xiong De outright since he was till a Xiong. The Zhou family told them that he could choose any butler he wants except Linfeng.

Besides, that Old Xiong and Zhou Min respect the treaty so much. There's no way he could break that.

"Not that, Wuyu'er. "

"But you said anything I want!" Xiong Wuyue starts to throw tantrums again.

Sigh. 

Xiong De's head was hurting. He massaged it again.

"I could not fully give him to you. But I can borrow him for a while. "

Xiong Wuyue's expression changed into a pleased one instantly.

"Dad! I know you're the best!"

Xiong Wuyue hugged her father.

Xiong De patted Xiong Wuyue. He was glad that this was solved. He could borrow that boy for a while. Being a Xiong, that boy and the elder would not reject him to show their goodwill to the Xiong family.

Xiong De looked at his daughter.

He was worried that the mere crush of Xiong Wuyue to that butler might turn into an obsession.

*****

Days had passed quickly. 

However, the news about the mighty heiress of Xiong who bid 20 billion for a dress still did not die down.

Xiong Zhi was planning to meet the organizer behind IAmFashionista on this evening.

Mr. Luo had been waiting for Xiong Zhi for almost an hour. He actually came earlier than the appointed time. His was face stern and his hands keep tapping on the table. He looked nervous. No, to be precise, he was on edge since that day.

Mr. Luo was on his fifties. However, he looked like he aged ten years older in just one week.

When he saw a girl coming towards him, his eyes began to lit up and he began to hope. This girl was his only choice. He hoped he and the IAmFashionista would be saved by this girl. 

Mr. Luo was not really depending on Xiong Zhi alone but the whole Xiong empire that was backing her.

"Mr. Luo, good evening." Xiong Zhi was wearing a casual dress befitting for the high-class restaurant.

Mr. Luo stand up and assisted Xiong Zhi. He looked behind her. There's no one beside Xiong Zhi. Mr. Luo was a bit stunned. A Xiong usually appeared with their entourage. Especially, that was mostly the case for the heir and heiress of the legendary families.

"Are you looking for someone?" Xiong Zhi noticed his action and casually asked him.

"N-no. I just wondered why a young miss like you meet me alone."

Xiong Zhi raised her brow at this. Was it this man who asked her to meet him?

"I'm not saying I'm not happy. I'm actually honored that you approve of our meeting. But I'm just saying that it's too dangerous to meet other people by only yourself." Mr. Luo advised Xiong Zhi out of the good will. Especially in a time like this where she was very known to the whole world.

Xiong Zhi knew of his concern.

"Thank you. But grandfather assigned people to watch over me. I know what to do."

Mr. Luo could see that this young girl who was not even an a.d.u.l.t yet was confident and matured. He felt more at ease that the person he chose was intelligent despite being young.

He started to calmed down and spoke.

"You see, young miss-"

"Just Xiong Zhi is fine"

"-yes, Miss Xiong Zhi, for the whole history of the IAmFashinosta, its the first time that an amount of 20 billion was donated for our event. Due to this-"

"Mr. Luo, I'm not a child. I know the in and out of business. I am a Xiong, not just a teenage girl." Xiong Zhi knew that being granted a VVIP postion because she bid for 20 billion must just be an excuse. 

It must be true that it's partly because of that. But Xiong Zhi knew that this IAmFashionista who made every rich man coveted a position and rise in status would not give it to her easily. She expected she needed to attend the event twice and bid in one of the main dresses to obtained VVIP. That was actually what she initially planned. But giving a VVIP to her earlier than she expected was not a bad idea too. It save her a lot of money and time.

But she wanted to know if there was another reason behind giving this position to her.

And she was right.

There was a reason.

Mr. Luo was taken aback.

He was quite confident that he could handle the girl since she was still young. However, he had been mistaken.

Facing the confidence and the all-knowing eyes of Xiong Zhi, Mr. Luo gulped. 

Should he tell her the truth?

Mr. Luo looked around.

He was still afraid that those dangerous people tailed after him.

He looked at the girl. The girl was a Xiong. She could be protected by the mighty Xiong Empire. But how about him?

Should he succ.u.mb to that fate?

Xiong Zhi noticed the hesitation of Mr. Luo's eyes. His expression was lost and he looked like he aged more just by seating here.

Seeing the sudden change of his expression made Xiong Zhi felt a bad premonition.

'Don't tell me there is really a reason for inviting me as a VVIP?'

"What is it?" Xiong Zhi asked worriedly. 

"I-I can't say." Mr. Luo's face crumbled. He could not really say the root cause why. But he could still say what her involvement would be and how important her presence would be as VVIP of IAmFashionista.

"Miss Xiong Zhi, there is a balance in everything. IAmFashionista had been growing ever since it was created in 2000. It was because of that balance. There were sponsors from the south, the alliance from the north, and the legendary families in Asia. We have been keeping a balance in everything that those powers continued to stay with us without having a clash in other territories." Mr. Luo began to tell his belief and how IAmFashionista become a centered place where every powerful figure gathered.

"Then what you would think would happen if we lose that balance?" Mr. Luo asked.

Xiong Zhi had a knot on her brows. Why he was telling this to her?