My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Seeing Freddie's eyes red with anger, Robin smiled in a bemused manner, "Designer Freddie, if you want to cry, cry now, or else you won't be able to cry when your model comes on later!"

"Robin, 'The Empress Dowager' is clearly my work, you're plagiarising!" Freddie roared at Robin with red eyes, with an extremely stoic look.

"Heh! Your work?"

Robin sneered in triumph, "Freddie, how can you prove that 'The Empress Dowager' is your work?"

Robin's words were tinged with an aggressive sharpness, "But I can prove that 'The Empress Dowager' is my work! I can prove that you, Freddie, stole my work using unorthodox methods! If you fight with me, you will only lose!"

"Freddie, for the rest of your life, you can only be my defeated opponent! In a moment, hug the clothes and cry!"

"Robin, you really think you can be complacent for the rest of your life! Even if I lose this grand final, sooner or later, you'll be scolded!"

Freddie's face looked unpleasant, but when he said this, his youthful face carried an indestructible determination that actually made Robin cower.

But when he thought of Freddie's plagiarism being confirmed in a moment, he couldn't help but straighten his back again with an unbearable arrogance.

"Robin, you're almost out of all those pieces I used to design, right?"

Freddie hooked his lips and smiled lightly, "Robin, you really have the nerve to use those clothes you designed."

"So what if you win this final! If you don't come up with something more amazing afterwards, you'll still have to be exclaimed by everyone as losing your talents!"

Freddie moved closer to Robin, his voice carried malice, "Robin, I'll see your consequence!"

Hearing this from Freddie, Robin was nervous. But in a flash, he regained his composure.

He was not really interested in Freddie's deathbed struggle or in trying to play off his words.

long as he wins the finals,

worry about. He can do the same thing again and find another talented designer to take all his designs for

creepily, "What a pity, Freddie, you won't have the

were spoken, the lush music started

and the catwalk, which

like a cloudy fairyland from which the nymphs of the nine heavens descend to

So beautiful!

walking up the catwalk, these

into the mind was a captivating

outfits in this group of The Empress Dowager are both in a

without even a single embroidered flower embellishment, except for a triangular inverted opening at the very front of the bustier, which made the garment more flattering to the bust, and also

dress was the simplest of big reds, unmistakable

the light hits the body, the otherwise plain

aesthetically boring, it just gets overwhelmingly

also resounded with the

bated breath, the crowd realised that it was not the sound of horses'

flowers, but when Freya lifted her foot and took a step forward, in a trance,

different light, with different shapes. Watching flower after flower blooming on the hem of Freya's skirt,

dress, not a vulgar World blush, but one that encompasses all the floral colours of

when combined together, they are surprisingly harmonious

like a genie who

also in big red, unlike Freya, the main element of the embroidery

hem of her skirt, as if, to break through it and soar

angles, and eventually, all birds of prey all flying towards the one

shoulder in a diagonal one-shoulder design that is light and bright, yet carries the noble elegance of