Thankfully, it was just a minor allergic reaction which healed quickly.
"Should we switch to someone else?" Ye Ranran discussed with Jun Mochan, furrowing her brows.
She found it hard to believe that the clothes were the cause of the allergic reaction. Otherwise, why would Che Hao be fine and only she was affected?
"I was thinking the same thing." Jun Mochan’s eyes sparkled as he stared at Ye Ranran.
His intense gaze turned Ye Ranran’s face red in no time.
"No, no need to switch, I can handle it," Han Yan claimed.
Ye Ranran reluctantly agreed under Han Yan’s pleas and promises.
The main concern was that the clothes were about to launch, and if they waited, they would lose their promotional momentum and the hype would die down.
Switching models now would be rather abrupt.
"I hope no more trouble will arise," Ye Ranran coldly said, looking at the begging Han Yan who was nearly on her knees.
Han Yan nodded repeatedly.
"Even if Madame doesn’t agree to her, I have my ways," Jun Mochan wrapped his arm around her waist, whispering so that only the two of them could hear.
In his presence, Ye Ranran dropped her cold façade and looked at him tenderly: "I know you always have a way around things, but replacing her would be inconvenient. As long as she doesn’t cause any further trouble."
"Hmm, let’s just finish shooting this set, and replace her for the next one."
Ye Ranran gave him a puzzled look: "Why?"
Even though the studio belonged to her, setting it up required time.
"Don’t ask too many questions, you’ll understand later."
Mysterious as ever, Ye Ranran grumbled a little but didn’t probe further.
With Jun Mochan carefully protecting her, she felt blessed, but also a bit uneasy.
Maybe she was too happy? Ye Ranran pursed her lips.
After the photos were shot and minimally edited, they were posted in shopping malls and on billboards, and the TV commercials played endlessly.
On the first day alone, sales reached tens of millions.
Ye Ranran was amazed by J.C.’s powerful distribution channels.
Meanwhile, a special magazine issue was launched, and for a time, Ye Ranran became a highly sought-after designer in A City.
The day after the clothes launched, a piece of news subtly spread: a famous actress was rushed to the hospital due to an allergic reaction during a photo shoot.
This wasn’t really big news, but it turned out that the actress was Han Yan, and the person accompanying her was none other than Che Hao.
Being fans, they naturally took interest in their idol’s affairs and started to investigate the cause of the allergy.
The details of the shoot were thus revealed.
’In fact, she had an allergic reaction that day, but she was afraid the media might find out, so she didn’t go to the hospital. Yan Yan was also afraid to stir up a fuss, so she endured it for two days. Now, it has worsened, and she has no choice but to go to the hospital.’
Ye Ranran, scrolling through the posts, found it all so ludicrous, as if the author had actually been at the scene.
Just as she was about to call Han Yan, her phone rang.
"Who is this?" Noticing the unfamiliar phone number, Ye Ranran cautiously asked.
"Did you like the gift I sent you?" A mischievous voice echoed from the other side of the phone.
Through the phone, Ye Ranran sensed the self-satisfied tone on the other side.
"What, surprised?" Xie Yuan crossed his legs and placed them on the table.
Ye Ranran’s hand trembled slightly: "What did you do?"
"Nothing much, just added something minor to the clothes," Xie Yuan said with a nonchalant tone.
"Apart from detestable tactics, what else can you do?" Ye Ranran scoffed.
"Despicable? Do not underestimate Jun Mochan’s deceitfulness. He is the reason my family ended up ." Xie Yuan spat out bitterly.
Ye Ranran retorted with contempt: "When accusing someone, be sure to have proof. Can you provide any evidence that it was my husband, Mr. Jun, who did it?"