My Husband, Warm The Bed-Novel2

The Miwa fashion show was world-class, and after the event, not only did the models' prices skyrocket, but the designers behind the scenes also get a lot more attention.

Although designers didn't have as much exposure to the audience as models, they had a much higher status in the industry than models, and those who won awards were even more popular.

Life had not changed much since Asteria won the prize, because her father had taken care of all her business, and all she had to do was draw her plans, and life had been pleasant.

On the third day after arriving at Jiangbei, Jian Zhengtian helped Asteria receive a notice, it was an interview program for a fashion segment of a certain television station in Jiangbei.

The designers were all working behind the scenes, and Asteria had not revealed herself in public for the past few years. When she suddenly heard this news, she refused in her heart, but when she saw her father's expectant gaze, she couldn't say a word about refusing, so she could only nod and agree.

On the show, in order to get a better shot, the program team arranged for the makeup artist to put on thick make-up for Asteria.

Her skin was good to begin with. Usually, she hardly knew how to put on makeup. When she needed to attend certain occasions, all she needed to do was put on a little bit of makeup and she could kill a lot of people in seconds.

Today was the first time she had put on such strong makeup. The thick foundation powder and the large blush on her cheeks had almost made her unable to recognize herself.

If it wasn't for the fact that she didn't know these people, she would have thought that they were doing it on purpose. They weren't interviewing her, but had asked her to act the part of a clown. historical

When the show was being peeled, the host asked Asteria a few questions about her job, like what she pla

ed to do for the future, but the questions got emotional.

Asteria smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm not considered old yet, so I'm going to work hard for a few years, start my career, and then think about my personal feelings."

The host said, "Miss Asteria, since you're so young and beautiful, you've already won the Miwa Award for New Person and Best Fashion. In the future, those who want to chase you can probably go from Jiangbei to France.

Asteria: "..."

Asteria had never been on television before, and she didn't like it when people took advantage of her private affairs, so when the host asked her questions she didn't want to answer, she simply chose not to.

She did not answer, but the host did not intend to let her go.

The host asked, "Asteria, which type of man do you like? Does appearance matter or does it matter? Is talent more important or is wealth more important? "

The host asked Asteria several questions, all of which she had not considered seriously, nor did she know how to answer.

Asteria didn't answer again. The host was a bit angry and said, "For someone as beautiful as you, Asteria, with such a successful career, I guess your requirements must be very high. You shouldn't be interested in ordinary people."

"I think fate is the most important thing," said Asteria. "The one who's right is the most important, and nothing else is important."

The host said, "Miss Asteria, you mean to say, you choose the right image without seeing if he has the money or not? "He doesn't care about his status or position?"

Asteria raised her eyebrows in displeasure.

What does choosing an elephant have to do with having money? What does it have to do with status? Isn't love a mutual love?

She felt that relationships were a matter for two people. As long as they liked each other, status and position didn't matter to her. However, a voice from the depths of her heart was telling her that status and position were indeed related.

It was just that the voice was too far away, so far away that Asteria couldn't remember anything.

The host, who had gone through many battles, knew that Asteria was unwilling to cooperate with the topic of relationships. He reluctantly moved the topic back to Asteria's work.

Asteria was willing to talk about work. She talked about design very seriously, but she only asked a few superficial questions, as if she had no interest in her work at all.

After the program ended, Asteria politely exchanged a few words with the host. The host was still very gentle, but as soon as the camera was switched off, the host's face darkened. He gave her a look of dissatisfaction before turning around and walking away.

When Asteria returned to the dressing room to undress, she heard gossip.

"That underwear designer called Asteria, she's just a newbie who just became famous. She just got into the role, but she has quite the airs."

"Yeah, yeah, when Big Sis Rose asks her a question, she always likes to ignore it, and really thinks that she's someone else."

"To put it bluntly, there is always a newcomer in the fashion industry. Who knows how long she'll stay popular."

"From what I see, she's just pretending to be pure and high-minded. Maybe the private life behind it is so rotten that it's unbearable to look at."

"The kind of person who would say that finding the target's identity and status in front of others isn't important. In fact, those who don't have a few billion worth of wealth wouldn't even be considered."

A few of the staff members were talking loudly in the locker room. Their tone was extremely unpleasant, and Asteria couldn't believe that they didn't know she was here changing her clothes and taking off her makeup.

They seemed to have said it on purpose, to have a

oyed her, and when she found them angry, they would shoot the clips, and she would be a real big deal.

She was just a rookie designer. If the rumor of her being a big shot were to be confirmed, it would definitely hinder her future development.

Asteria shook her head helplessly. She was just playing the big game by not cooperating with the gossip questions that others were asking.

It seemed like she shouldn't participate in these kinds of programs in the future. She could just quietly do her job, as long as the costumes she designed were beautiful, there wouldn't be anyone who would look for her.

Asteria took off her makeup and went out with her bag. Just as she reached the door, a group of people came in.

"Boss Qin, this way please!"

At the sound, Asteria looked up and saw a group of people walking toward the studio with a tall man in a white shirt.

The expressions and attitudes of those people were as respectful as they could be. They had as many dog legs as they could muster.

The person they were surrounding was a real big shot, there was no need to play with him.

As for those people who were gossiping behind the scenes, they only knew how to poke at someone like her, who had no background and could only climb up on her own. If they had the ability, then they would talk about someone as important as her.

Asteria sighed and walked away. At that moment, the gazes of the men who were surrounding her swept over her.

With just a glance, Qin Yue's brain waves reacted quickly. He stopped his steps and turned his head back. His sharp eyes fell on the woman who was about to leave.

Over the years, he had seen countless people who were similar to his, Jian Ran's, back. Every time he approached them, he would always return in disappointment.