Chapter 606: Chapter 603: Mask (5)
Qin Baizhou’s eyes narrowed slightly, he was indeed a bit surprised, and it wasn’t just him. All the guests, staff, and journalists present were shocked.
After all, previously it took no more than a glance, given everyone there was experienced in such events. If Xia Siyu had not accepted, wouldn’t it have been embarrassing? Moreover, it would have caused a delay and could spoil the entire show, a major stage mishap that no one would want to be accountable for.
But this male model didn’t care about that at all, not even fearing that his gesture might upset Xia Siyu, drag down the whole show, and result in him losing his job and being blacklisted in the modeling industry. Although he kept wearing a mask, one could sense his confidence from the slight uptilt of his chin.
In the astonished gazes of everyone, Xia Siyu actually stood up, straightened her clothes a bit, then stepped onto the stage in her high heels, extending her hand into his palm!
The whole place was astir!
There had been quite a few models who had invited guests from below the stage to join them on the runway, but whether it was a fashion magazine editor, designer, or brand marketer, none were celebrities. Xia Siyu was a top star—if she did nothing she would still draw attention, let alone accept an invitation to step onto the stage!
However, before ascending, Xia Siyu glanced at the organizer of the show—the person in charge of the luxury brand she endorsed for the Asia-Pacific region.
That look seemed to tell others that it wasn’t because of the male model’s invitation that she went on stage, but as part of her duties as an endorser!
But once onstage, she lowered her voice and said, “Bo Yan, what the hell are you up to!”
Don’t think I won’t recognize you just because you’ve tanned your skin; even if you bleached your skin and then dyed it black again, I would still know who you are!
Luckily, she wasn’t wearing a microphone at that moment, and naturally, neither was Bo Yan. Even if someone captured her leaning in and saying something to the male model, they might have thought she was just exchanging a few words, and no one would suspect anything amiss.
After she said that, Bo Yan didn’t respond, but he just chuckled softly, holding her hand and squeezing it tight.
Then the two of them walked forward together, all the way, stepping along the runway.
This was Xia Siyu’s first time on the T-stage.
She had been on many red carpets and seen lots of shows. Although she often watched fashion shows, she had never been on one.
While her height was at the fringe for a model—with most fashion models being over 170 cm—the world of modeling, although part of the entertainment industry, seemed to naturally have a barrier against those who acted or sang. Apart from attending shows and shooting for fashion magazines, there was hardly a chance for interaction.
It was more common for models to cross over to the film and television industries than the other way around. It was rare to hear of an actor later going on to walk the runway.
The T-stage was long and narrow, and aside from the illuminated walkway, the rest of the world was almost completely invisible. The multitude of faces below were hidden in darkness, with even the far front enveloped in black.
Even though she had never walked the T-stage, Xia Siyu was always brimming with confidence. Even if her steps were a bit off at first, she quickly adjusted her pace with Bo Yan’s help. Although she didn’t walk with the precise regularity of a model, her posture, honed through practice, was certainly that of a poised and graceful presence among ordinary people. Spotlighted, she appeared even more radiant.
Moreover, Bo Yan was holding her hand, clinging tightly as if offering her support and strength.