She Lost Memory Before the Divorce-Chapter 203 - 0 Sudden Crisis

Chapter 203: Chapter 0203 Sudden Crisis!

Chapter 203: Chapter 0203 Sudden Crisis!

“I only hold myself accountable for the words I have said, even if I forgot them.”

Those words were like a bucket of cold water, sobering Huo Tingxiao significantly and reminding him not to overinterpret and let his thoughts wander.

“Then, can you also be responsible for me?”

His tone softened, and Mu Lan widened her eyes in disbelief, staring at Huo Tingxiao and getting goosebumps almost instantly.

“I can’t.”

She yanked her hand back abruptly, not wanting to interact with him anymore. She reached for the divider to pull it down. Her movements were too hasty, and she accidentally caught Huo Tingxiao’s hand, causing him to grunt in pain. Mu Lan immediately stopped her movement, the divider stuck halfway.

When she looked up at Mu Lan, his gaze was pitiable, and his tone carried a hint of grievance.

“It hurts.”

Mu Lan steeled her heart and, despite feeling slightly softened, she pulled the divider all the way down, turning the space from a double into a single room.

Realizing that her emotions were being swayed by Huo Tingxiao, Mu Lan could no longer ignore him.

She needed to pull herself together and stay away from this inexplicably moody man.

As the plane landed in Paris, while waiting for their luggage, Huo Tingxiao stood beside Mu Lan. During this time, he noticed a blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign man flirting with Mu Lan, and he glared back at each one with a fierce expression.

Soon, Mu Lan’s luggage came out on the conveyor belt. Huo Tingxiao didn’t wait for her to reach out; he had already grabbed two large suitcases off the belt.

“I can take them myself; you really don’t have to do this.”

“You can be angry with me, you can ignore me all you want.

But now that you’re alone in a foreign land, safety comes first.

Don’t joke about your own safety, even if it’s for your family’s sake.”

Huo Tingxiao’s words struck a chord with Mu Lan.

Indeed, as a woman traveling alone in a foreign country, it’s wise to be cautious.

He Yan followed the two, pushing the luggage cart, and soon the hotel’s chauffeur called Huo Tingxiao.

Mu Lan was clearly surprised by how thoughtfully he had arranged everything.

He had even booked the closest five-star hotel to the final competition venue.

But… he had only booked one suite.

What was he thinking? It was transparently obvious!

“You expect me to share a room with you?”

“Share a room, two beds,” Huo Tingxiao clarified straightforwardly, hiding nothing.

“I can’t agree to that.”

At Mu Lan’s insistence, they each took separate rooms, right next to each other.

Huo Tingxiao’s plan was thwarted, and he was quite disappointed. However… at least he had made it to Paris, albeit shamelessly clinging on.

He took out his phone to send a WeChat message to Shen Zichu—arrived in Paris.

As soon as Shen Zichu’s phone buzzed, his heart leaped.

Looking at the message, he sighed inwardly.

Gu Xiaoman was furious with him for leaking the news, and she still hadn’t spoken to him since. Truly, for his brother, he was ready to go to great lengths.

Mu Lan sat on the sofa in the living room, finalizing the schedule for the next day’s rehearsal with the staff.

She took the finished garments from the suitcase and hung them in the wardrobe.

This time, the “Desperate Housewives” series included six women’s and six men’s outfits, packed into two large suitcases.

Thinking about how she almost missed this design competition, Mu Lan felt a chill go down her spine.

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Although she initially joined the competition just to regain some confidence and didn’t care about the ranking, having the opportunity to win would be welcome. Even a distinction award would be a great encouragement and validation for her, letting her know that people appreciated and recognized her designs.

Nearly she had missed out on such a great opportunity.

Just as she finished hanging up the clothes, there was a knock at the door.

Mu Lan walked over and checked the peephole, discovering it was Huo Tingxiao.

What was he going to do now?

She opened the door just a crack and revealed half of her bare face.

“Is something the matter?”

Her tone was indifferent.

Huo Tingxiao saw how guarded she was and felt a complicated mix of emotions; she was treating him like a thief.

“Is your schedule set for tomorrow? I have arranged to have dinner with Vincent tonight, would you like to join us?”

Upon hearing Vincent’s name, Mu Lan’s mind became active, but… this was obviously a trap set by Huo Tingxiao.

“No need. The finals are the day after tomorrow, and it’s better for me to avoid any appearances of impropriety before then. After all, Vincent is the head of the jury this time, and I don’t want to cause him any trouble.”

Yes, this reason was quite substantial; Huo Tingxiao couldn’t accept it even if he wanted to. Couldn’t she be a bit less shrewd?

“Is there anything else I can help with?”

“No.”

Without even thinking, Mu Lan answered decisively.

Huo Tingxiao felt a surge of frustration but didn’t dare to say more, and could only dejectedly return to his own room.

That night, Mu Lan didn’t sleep well, given the jet lag and her inability to adjust immediately.

The day of the official competition arrived in the blink of an eye.

During the rehearsal, both the male and female models were present, but on the day of the actual competition, one of the male models suddenly disappeared. Mu Lan regretted saying she didn’t need Huo Tingxiao’s help too soon—her fear had jinxed it.

“I’m sorry, Miss Tracy, we don’t have enough male models. Would you consider reducing one of the items you planned to showcase?”

Of course, Mu Lan was not willing to agree to such a request.

“All of my designs are part of a whole; I cannot agree to such a request.

As the organizers, you should have backup models; I shouldn’t have to bear the consequences of your oversight.”

Mu Lan made her point forcefully, leaving the staff members of the organizers speechless.

However, the show was about to start, and placing blame was meaningless at this point. What was most crucial was finding a solution.

“We’re truly sorry, we will try to contact and see if there are any other possible solutions right away.”

Mu Lan felt a massive headache coming on; having travelled this far to compete, she couldn’t believe she was facing such an unprofessional error.

“What’s going on?”

Mu Lan looked up to find Huo Tingxiao, who had appeared backstage at some unknown time, and shook her head.

“Nothing major, just a small situation.”

Huo Tingxiao glanced at Mu Lan and saw her brows tightly furrowed, not looking like it was a small issue at all.

“Is it a problem with the garments? Or the models?”

Mu Lan hadn’t expected him to be so astute, to immediately pinpoint the problem.

“One of the male models vanished; I’m short one male model, and the organizers didn’t prepare any backup male models. If we can’t find a suitable model to go on stage, I’ll have to choose not to present one of my pieces.”

Her tone somewhat listless, Mu Lan was unable to make a decision.

Every piece was her painstaking effort and dedication; having even one of them not presented would be too regrettable.

But the reality was as such, and she had to face it.

“So, you mean as long as there is a male model to display your clothes, you’ll be okay?”

Mu Lan nodded.

“Yes.”

“That’s not a difficult thing.”

Not difficult? Mu Lan looked up at Huo Tingxiao, who wore an inscrutable smile.

“Where can you find a male model at this hour? Furthermore, the fittings for my clothes are…”

Seeing the message in Huo Tingxiao’s eyes, Mu Lan gradually fell silent. He couldn’t be planning to…