22 – You Are Just Trash
Chu Lanyan gazed excitedly at the man passing before her.
Being of mixed heritage, Saint Laurent had jet-black hair but strikingly deep and handsome features. His thin lips were pressed tightly together, revealing his displeasure.
“I’ll handle this personally. Call them in order,” Saint Laurent said as he sat behind the table. His voice carried an icy, polished quality—magnificent yet devoid of emotion.
The assistant quickly maintained order in the room and began calling numbers according to the previously distributed tags.
Saint Laurent sat with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. His sharp, penetrating eyes swept rapidly over each candidate.
Having worked in this industry for years, he was intimately familiar with models. A mere glance was often enough to determine whether someone met his standards.
“Calves too thick. Next.”
“Poor shoulder shape. Next.”
“Head too large. Next.”
“Hips too wide. Next.”
Initially, Saint Laurent pointed out specific flaws, but soon a mere glance from him signaled rejection to his assistant.
When it was finally Chu Lanyan’s turn, she eagerly presented her portfolio. Saint Laurent’s eyes shifted slightly.
So this was the person Fu Chenxuan had hinted about pushing through?
She was utter trash. Her mere presence here was an insult to his eyes.
“Barely passes height requirements, but your face is too broad, neck too short, calves too thick, slight slouching, and poor leg shape. What gave you the nerve to come here?”
Saint Laurent’s sudden torrent of criticism startled everyone present.
“Your skin is worse than McCartney’s janitor, and your figure is scrawny. Did you think you’d get selected based on your wide face?”
“Do you even know what McCartney represents?”
His aggressive tone left Chu Lanyan stunned. When she regained her composure and heard the mocking laughter around her, her face flushed crimson.
“I… I!” Normally quick-witted, Chu Lanyan found herself speechless.
Saint Laurent was her most beloved and admired designer!
How could this be happening?
“Someone like you standing before me is genuinely discomforting,” Saint Laurent said coldly.
Tears welled rapidly in Chu Lanyan’s eyes as she pitifully wiped them away. “How… how can you say such things to me!”
She was both furious and humiliated!
Saint Laurent rose abruptly, his tall frame radiating intimidation. “Because I am Saint Laurent. Do you have any objections?”
“N-no, that’s not…” Chu Lanyan hurried to explain.
“Linda, keep this person…” Saint Laurent cut her off. “Since she’s delusional enough to scheme her way in, let her prove herself incapable and leave on her own.”
With that, Saint Laurent strode out quickly.
Chu Lanyan stood frozen, confused about what had just happened.
“Wow, did you hear what Saint Laurent said? She used underhanded methods!”
The surrounding girls immediately began discussing.
“I’ve never seen Saint Laurent this angry before,” one girl remarked, shaking her head.
“He’s always despised models who use connections to bypass selections. He’d directly dismiss them on sight. Do you think this Chu Lanyan might be…” someone speculated.
“But why did he let her through then?”
“Probably to teach her a lesson? There are plenty more evaluations ahead.”
Chu Lanyan’s face alternated between pale and red, feeling the surrounding stares prick her like needles. The humiliation was unbearable!
Damn it! How could Saint Laurent say such things about her! What crap about being the best designer—he infuriated her!
Still…Chu Lanyan revealed a smug smile once again.
No matter what, she had ultimately been selected—just wait and see!
She would definitely make that snobbish Saint Laurent regret underestimating her!