Free Web NovelChapter 1963: Chapter 652: Su Yu’s Street Photos, Lingling’s Wish_4
"What’s wrong, what’s wrong?" Yao Lingling, who had been staring dazedly out the window, was startled and lifted her head in confusion.
Cheng Qiuyu directly shoved the phone screen in front of her face. "Look at this!"
Yao Lingling glanced at it and said casually, "Isn’t this our company’s [City Shell Jacket]? And the most classic black version too, what about it?"
Cheng Qiuyu’s lips trembled, her face flushing red with excitement. "You... look again... at the person wearing this..."
As she spoke, she zoomed the photo out, revealing that flawless god-tier face.
Yao Lingling’s mind went "buzz" and she was completely stunned.
S–S–Su Yu?!
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"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!" Lingling’s voice was shaking. "Qiuqiu... is... is this photoshopped?"
"Nope!" Qiuqiu immediately exited the image preview and pulled up the original Weibo post.
The poster was the official account of a top-tier fashion media outlet in the industry.
The comments and reposts underneath had already broken past 100,000+.
In the comments section, fans were spamming like crazy, all things like [So cool!][Su Yu goddess yyds][Where do I buy this shell jacket!]
Yao Lingling stared blankly at the whole set of photos.
She looked at that diva megastar Su Yu, who held almost unrivaled Influence in the country, wearing the clothes she herself had designed...
A wave of indescribable ecstasy shot straight from her tailbone to the top of her skull.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" She could no longer hold it in and let out a high-decibel scream.
Then she grabbed Cheng Qiuyu and started bouncing up and down, like a lunatic who’d just won the lottery.
"It’s Su Yu! It’s Su Yu! Qiuqiu! Su Yu is wearing the clothes I designed! She’s wearing my design!"
Overwhelmed, Lingling planted several kisses right on Qiuqiu’s face, still unable to calm down, even spinning her around in the air.
As a fashion designer, her biggest dream was that one day, top-tier stars and fashion elites would wear her designs.
To appear in magazines, under the flash of cameras.
This wasn’t just a single "being seen" moment; it was the ultimate endorsement of a designer’s value.
And who was Su Yu?
She was a national-level diva, the weathervane of traffic and fashion.
One single street snap of hers was enough to blow up discussions across the entire internet.
What she wore was never just a piece of clothing.
It was a vibe, a trend, an aesthetic countless girls scrambled to imitate.
The four words "same style as Su Yu" were currently the biggest golden signboard in the fashion world.
Very soon, after the brief bout of euphoria, Lingling’s professional instincts made her think of more.
This time, Su Yu’s trending topic would definitely bring a wave of phenomenon-level traffic and exposure to [HEYI STUDIO].
On top of that, it would also send the brand’s design power and brand identity soaring.
From a fledgling niche label, they’d be forcibly pushed onto the main stage of mainstream fashion.
Fashion magazines would proactively reach out, buyers’ stores would come over to discuss collaborations, and more artists would follow the trend.
Their online shop was definitely going to blow up.
They wouldn’t have enough stock, not enough fabric, and the factory’s production capacity would absolutely fall short.
Thinking of this, Lingling trembled all over with excitement.
She suddenly let go of the still thoroughly manhandled Cheng Qiuyu, grabbed her phone, and shot out like a gust of wind.
"No way, I have to call President Tang right now. Qiuqiu, you call President Gao, this is huge!"
Talking as she went, Lingling had already reached a quiet meeting room.
She first shared the Weibo post with Tang Song, then directly dialed his number.
"Hello! Senior! Senior! Hurry and check the WeChat I sent you!"
"Hm?... This is..."
"It’s Su Yu! She’s wearing that shell jacket from our company, I’m guessing it’ll be on the trending list any minute now..."
Lingling’s voice was jumbled with excitement as she quickly recounted that morning’s "news."
On the other end of the line, Tang Song seemed to be scrolling through Weibo and didn’t interrupt her.
Only when Lingling finally stopped did he chuckle and say, "Congratulations, Designer Lingling. This time you’re really going to become famous overnight. As for the factory, don’t worry, I’ll handle it."
"Mm-mm, got it, Senior! I... I still feel like I’m dreaming right now, tell me this is real."
"It’s real, Lingling. Good designs shine on their own. Su Yu just let more people see your light, that’s all. You deserve this."
Listening to Tang Song’s gentle yet utterly affirming praise.
Lingling leaned against the cold wall, feeling her heart pounding violently—"thump, thump."
She’d gotten her senior’s recognition, and the shell jacket she designed was being worn by Su Yu...
She hadn’t let her senior down.
She took a deep breath, clenched her phone, and tentatively asked, "Um... Senior..."
"Yeah? What is it?"
"About that ’wish’ you promised me before, it still counts, right?"
"Of course it does. Why? You’ve already decided? Go ahead, I guarantee I’ll make it happen."
Lingling’s cheeks burned as hot as fire.
After a brief silence, she spoke in a deliberately casual, joking tone:
"So here’s the thing, ever since I was little I’ve only focused on drawing and studying, I’ve never really been in a proper relationship.
Look, it’s almost two years since graduation, and all my friends are either traveling or going on dates, flaunting their love lives on Moments every day, making it seem like I’m the only single dog left in the whole world. Actually... actually I’m kinda jealous, haha.
So... I was thinking, Senior, this weekend, could you maybe waste one day and play the role of my boyfriend?
Just one day! Let this designer who’s been working her butt off for so long experience that cheesy, smelly feeling of being in love, just for one day, okay~ what do you think?"
Once she finished, she unconsciously held her breath.
It felt like the whole world had gone quiet, leaving only the faint static from the receiver.
Then came a clear answer: "Sure."
