5:50 in the morning. Content orıginally comes from 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱 The sound of the alarm clock gently drifted through the clean yet crowded bedroom. Lingling Yao slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and in the next second, she sat up abruptly. There were 10 minutes until sunrise, and the sky outside had already been painted with a layer of hazy dawn, while the room remained dim. Turning on the small bedside nightlight, she spaced out for a moment as her thoughts gradually cleared. Lingling Yao picked up her phone from beside the pillow and glanced at today’s weather forecast before opening WeChat. An unread message entered her view. [Tang Song: "Go for it, Designer Lingling!"] Sent at 5:30 in the morning. Her fingertips paused slightly, a bright smile appeared on her face, and her whole demeanor became invigorated. Based on her knowledge, at this time, her senior had just woken up. That means the first thing he did after waking up was to send her a message on WeChat. Opening the chat box, her fingertips danced quickly across the screen. [Lingling: "(≧∇≦)ﾉ Thank you for your encouragement, senior!"] [Lingling: "๐•ᴗ•๐ Today is September 13th, clear and crisp, with the following outfit suggestions..."] After sending the messages, she placed the phone aside, stepped barefoot onto the cool floor, and gently pulled the curtains open. Taking a deep breath, she felt the unique freshness of autumn, as if she had been given an "excitement buff". The International Clothing Exhibition in Yan Province officially opens today. You should know, those who can attend are all industry experts, media influencers, and government leaders. Next, it would be her time to shine as Designer Lingling! Lingling Yao picked up the hand-drawn "Tang Song sketch" from the table, blew it a kiss in mid-air, swayed her hips, and sang her way towards the bathroom. Using the toilet, washing up, putting on makeup... Changing into a stylish and smart professional outfit, Lingling Yao arrived at the door of the guest bedroom. "Bang bang bang—" She knocked on the door forcefully and shouted, "Minmin, are you ready?" The door was pulled open, and Minmin Li came out with a facial mask on, giving the spirited Lingling Yao a thumbs-up with a smile, "So cool, beautiful!" "Hehe, you really know how to talk." Lingling Yao patted her shoulder in satisfaction, "Hurry up and get your stuff together, we need to check the venue first, and then I’m off to the opening ceremony." "So envious." Minmin Li pouted, "I also want to attend, heard there are a few million-follower influencers, really want to join the fun." Lingling Yao shrugged, "I really can’t help with that, but I’ll take more pictures for you." Only 6 designers from Shangya Clothing Design are able to attend the opening ceremony. The reason she has this qualification is mainly because her work will participate in the runway show segment. At 8 in the morning, the entrance of the Yan City International Convention and Exhibition Center was already bustling, mostly with staff from clothing companies. After showing their temporary IDs, they smoothly entered the exhibition site. A faint scent of perfume and the freshness of flowers lingered in the air, filling the entire venue with an aura of fashion and vitality. The vast central hall had been neatly divided into various booths. Each booth had been meticulously designed, with unique lighting, decorations, and displays. The sound of high heels, the chatter of walkie-talkies, and occasional shouts all combined to heighten the tense atmosphere. "Good morning, Sister Xuan!" "Brother Wang! Morning!" Weaving through the bustling crowd, the two greeted others as they entered the clothing display area of the booth. As a well-known local clothing design company, Shangya’s location was excellent, right in the core area. Looking at the new Chinese-style women’s clothing she designed hanging on the rack, Lingling Yao’s eyes were full of joy. Minmin Li, holding her good sister’s arm, exclaimed, "So beautiful, I can’t wait to see the model wearing it on the runway!" "You’ll see it this afternoon, hehe." Minmin Li nodded vigorously, "Next, let’s wait for our big designer Lingling to go up and receive the award." Lingling Yao playfully smiled, just about to say something, when suddenly a slightly cold voice came to her ear, "Lingling Yao, Minmin Li!" Lingling Yao and Minmin Li turned around, seeing Jiani Liang standing there with a serious face and arms crossed. "Sister Liang." "Sister Liang." Jiani Liang raised her eyebrows, her voice going up by eight degrees, "Go over and help tidy up, don’t waste time here." "Okay, Sister Liang." Lingling Yao still wore a cheerful smile, as if she hadn’t heard the thorn in her words, pulling Minmin Li’s sleeve as they headed towards the negotiation area. Looking at the clothes on the display rack and then at Lingling Yao’s back, a hint of amusement and anticipation flashed in Jiani Liang’s eyes. Once they were farther away, Minmin Li bit her lip and complained softly, "That old witch is just jealous of you! Purposely giving us trouble." "It’s okay, we’ll just avoid her." Lingling Yao quietly comforted her before starting to get busy. Lingling Yao knew Jiani Liang’s temperament all too well. After all, ever since joining, she had been Jiani Liang’s assistant, helping out with everything, doing all the dirty and tiring work while occasionally taking the blame and getting scolded. Later, her role as an assistant suddenly "soared", matching her as a chief designer. Ever since, Jiani Liang had been stifled inside, frequently ridiculing and looking for chances to suppress her. Especially at this International Clothing Exhibition, where Lingling Yao’s work would represent the "Qimeng Brand" in the runway show, and she would attend the opening ceremony as a designer representative. Yet, Jiani Liang had lost the internal competition to other colleagues, only securing a spot for exhibiting. Her mindset was about as explosive as it could be.