After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God - Chapter 851
Chapter 851: Identity Revealed, It was Si Fuqing’s Embroidery (2)
Fashion icon Gu Wenzhu was a titan in the international fashion industry!
Gu Wenzhu was fluent in several languages and had created six of the eight series under the brand Lan.
He had even designed a line of bags for RM.
Although he was now older, his unique vision and exceptional design skills still made him unparalleled in the fashion world.
He was highly revered internationally.
How could the word “ordinary” even be associated with him?!
Gu Huiyan tried to calm down, but he couldn’t.
With a shaky voice, he asked, “The Right Hand of God?”
Si Fuqing remained silent for a moment. “That sounds quite pretentious,” she said, but her acknowledgment was implicit.
Gu Huiyan gasped, “You… you… pinch me. Am I dreaming?”
No wonder Si Fuqing had such high skills in embroidery and painting.
She is the Right Hand of God!
The only publicly acknowledged student of Gu Wenzhu.
Also, the personal designer for Yun Lan.
The style of the Right Hand of God was bolder and more avant-garde than Gu Wenzhu’s, with an edgier approach.
The teacher and student duo had practically ruled the fashion world.
Everyone was curious about the true identity of the Right Hand of God.
Si Fuqing showed concern, “Elder Gu, do you need first aid? I have medicine here. The first bottle for a new user is free.”
“I give up,” Gu Huiyan said, his eyes lifeless as he let out a long sigh, “With Mr. Gu as your teacher, it’s no wonder you didn’t want to take on another teacher.”
“Huh?” Si Fuqing blinked, “Elder Gu, you wanted to take me as your student?”
Gu Huiyan’s eyes widened, “Isn’t that obvious?”
“I thought we were just good friends despite the age difference,” Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow, “You never said it outright.”
Gu Huiyan: “…”
It seemed so.
So he needed to be more direct with Si Fuqing?
“I have many teachers,” Si Fuqing said seriously, “But don’t be sad, Elder Gu. From now on, you’re one of them too. I need to go meet my teacher now. We’ll talk later.”
“Wait!” Gu Huiyan snapped out of it, his voice trembling, “Could you get me an autograph?”
Si Fuqing: “…Sure.”
Gu Wenzhu lived in the central district, where T18 and Zero’s search teams were stationed.
Si Fuqing, fully disguised, entered Gu Wenzhu’s villa.
“I was worried sick,” Gu Wenzhu greeted her immediately, “Have you eaten? I prepared your favorite food. Stay here tonight.”
He didn’t have a granddaughter, so he treated Si Fuqing like his own.
“Not yet,” Si Fuqing said, wiping her hands, “I can’t stay tonight. I have to visit the cultural exhibition and film the show.”
“Cultural exhibition?” Gu Wenzhu was puzzled, “The Youth Cultural Exhibition?”
This exhibition wasn’t well-known in Glenn, mostly visited by students and teachers.
Gu Wenzhu knew about it but hadn’t paid much attention.
“Yes, I’m competing,” Si Fuqing said.
“You didn’t tell me something this important?” Gu Wenzhu was displeased, “If you have a piece in the competition, I must see it. Here are invitations for the weekend film festival and the design festival. Take your friends.”
Si Fuqing accepted them gratefully, “Thank you, teacher.”
“Alright, you’re so busy now, I won’t push you too hard for a while,” Gu Wenzhu patted her shoulder warmly, “Rest well. I’m waiting for you.”
Waiting for you to stand at the pinnacle of the world, overlooking all.
**
The next day, Duan Jingtao got up early, urging the production team to hurry up at seven o’clock.
The International Youth Cultural Exhibition was open to specific people in the morning, with the full public opening in the afternoon.
There were five exhibition halls in total, featuring over three hundred pieces from various countries.
“Director, let’s go to the central hall first,” Duan Jingtao couldn’t wait, “My junior sister’s work is there.”
He wanted everyone to see how amazing his junior sister was.
Director Qin glanced at him but said nothing, instead looking at Si Fuqing.
Duan Jingtao used provocation tactic, as he looked over as well, “Are you afraid?”
Si Fuqing ignored him, “Director Qin, follow the program’s schedule. Don’t let him disrupt it.”
Director Qin nodded and instructed the filming team to start with the first hall.
The third hall was the central one.
Duan Jingtao was extremely impatient, sneering, “Fine, enjoy your moment of arrogance. Let’s see how long it lasts.”
The first and second halls showcased sculptures and prints. The teacher leading explained these art forms.
Duan Jingtao showed no interest, not even glancing at them.
Si Fuqing, however, took notes seriously.
Song Wenhua glanced at her, biting her lip.
She thought, this isn’t a live broadcast. Does Si Fuqing need to maintain her persona this much?
Half an hour later, they finally reached the third hall. Duan Jingtao sprang to life and rushed in.
In the center was a massive embroidery piece.
It depicted vast mountains, majestic rivers, small bridges, flowing streams, and border fortresses.
Every thread and stitch perfectly displayed the vast landscape of Great Xia.
It was incredibly impactful.
Even those who didn’t understand embroidery could see that this piece was a masterpiece, unparalleled.
This “Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains” made other works pale in comparison.
In the filming crew, the assistant director nodded in admiration, “This embroidery is incredible. Who knows how long it took to complete such a piece.”
Ordinary people wouldn’t have the patience for it.
This was also the first time Duan Jingtao had seen the “Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains.”
But from Master Zhuang, he knew Ji Qingwei’s embroidery was exquisite, unparalleled.
Who else could this be but hers?
“This is my junior sister’s work,” Duan Jingtao finally found his moment, speaking fervently, “My junior sister is very humble. She told me her embroidery skills were just average, but look at this. She is incredible.”
“She is too modest, and I can’t let her be so low-key. That’s why I praise about her to everyone, sorry if I bothered anyone.”
The interns and celebrity guests nodded in agreement.
With such embroidery skills, there was no need for modesty.
Song Wenhua smiled, “If this is average, what does that make us?”
She pointed to the words above the embroidery, “Did Mr. Duan’s junior sister write these as well? It’s very grand.”
“Of course,” Duan Jingtao was even more proud, “My junior sister is also great at calligraphy, having won several awards. She’s too modest, which is why I always praise her. Sorry for any trouble these days.”
Unlike Si Fuqing, who was always promoting herself.
Duan Jingtao showered praise on the embroidery, elevating it to the heavens.
After his speech, he turned to Si Fuqing, his eyes full of ridicule, “Where is your ‘Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains’? Didn’t you also submit it to the Youth Cultural Exhibition? Why isn’t it here? Was it thrown into the trash?”
Still dreaming of comparing himself to his junior sister and dragging her down?
He would use facts to show Si Fuqing that the tricks of the entertainment industry didn’t work in the art world.
With this piece of embroidery, there was no way Si Fuqing could present a better one.
Both named “Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains”?
Wasn’t this a ridiculous imitation?
“Excuse me—” Si Fuqing finally looked up, arms crossed, “Do you not look at the names of the works?”
This made the other interns snap out of their awe and look for the name.
“What do you mean? Is the name important? I know this is ‘Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains,’ that’s enough.” Duan Jingtao impatiently moved his gaze down, “Who else could—”
He stopped abruptly.
In the bottom right corner, the author’s information was clearly written, in both Chinese and English.
Name: “Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains”
Region: Great Xia Empire
Author: Si Fuqing
