Fake Marriage To The Richest Tycoon-Chapter 290 - 289: We’re super late!

After the shows were over, Qin Zhuzhu went to explore Paris with Sanya. They visited the Louvre museum and Mona Lisa. Qin Zhuzhu snapped some photos and sent them to Shentu Jing.

"Look at you, I see a young girl in love," Sanya teased.

"Don’t peep at my phone! Go concentrate on your Prince charming!" Qin Zhuzhu playfully pushed her away.

"What Prince charming?" Sanya snorted.

"The one whom you couldn’t keep your eyes off during the show!"

"Ah! How dare you tease me!" Sanya chased after Qin Zhuzhu who began running e-file taunting her.

Shentu Jing’s phone pinged with a notification. He tapped it open and saw the images and selfies she sent him. A smile made its way to his lips.

"Boss, you are smiling!" Han Juexian leaned beside him and exclaimed.

Again, his peaceful moments were interrupted by this fool.

"Do you want your salary to be cut or not?" He said in a dangerous tone.

"No, no, no! Better not! I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go!" Han Juexian quickly disappeared out the door within a few seconds.

Later, Shentu Jing and Han Juexian were discussing in Skyward Peak Residence. Ding Yu was left to play video games by himself.

"Where’s Shentu Chu?"

"Boss, I found out that he is living in some unknown house. Although he goes to the Shentu Group everyday, it is hard to track his location and where he goes afterwards. Ding Yu found that he was hanging around this girl," Han Juexian zoomed in on a photo of a girl.

Shentu Jing recognized that girl as the one on the bridge that day with Shentu Chu.

Qiao Nian.

Sometimes, he couldn’t figure out what Shentu Chu was thinking or trying to do. Usually, he could read people easily but Shentu Chu was hard to.

Shentu Chu had taken the hit for him, was willing to accept and bear the scoldings from the family. But suddenly Shentu Chu was against him!

"It seems like I need to pay this big brother a visit," Shentu Jing said darkly, fixing his sleeves before putting on the silver mask.

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One week later, the Paris fashion week ended. They were given three days before they would fly back to the country.

There was a friendly fashion competition not far from where they were staying. Li Shao had already registered Qin Zhuzhu and the others.

"I’ll be counting on you then! This is an opportunity to show them that China’s fashion industry is on the same level as them! We don’t only make lousy and casual clothes, we are able to make good quality clothes like them! Innovative and creative, beautiful yet sophisticated!" Li Shao was full of energy as he said those words.

"We won’t let you down!"

"We have to show them, don’t let them look down on us!"

"Fighting!"

They set off for the venue in high spirits. Suddenly the car stopped and jerked. They were thrown off their seats. Confused mumbles rang out among them.

"What’s wrong?" Their translator spoke in French to the driver.

"The car tyre’s punctured. It’ll take some time before I can fix it," the driver replied. The driver got out and take a look.

"Oh no! Two tyres are punctured! I only have one spare tyre,"

"Two tyres are you. Only one spare tyre. Miss Qin, what do we do?" The translator said.

"Then what do we do? Won’t we be late!?" Jingmin was worried and cried.

Qin Zhuzhu thought for a while before an idea hit her.

"We’ll call another taxi. Let’s get out first,"

They climbed out of the car. Qin Zhuzhu managed to hail a taxi but the car was smaller than theirs. One of the other fashion designer also managed to hail a taxi. But the two taxis could only carry a few people. Two people will have to be left behind.

"How can we all fit in this small vehicle?" Jingmin grumbled.

"We can. You all go first. I’ll find another one," Qin Zhuzhu said decisively.

"What?!" Everyone was surprised!

"No, that won’t do!"

"We must go together!" Another fashion designer said.

"I cannot. You must go first. You all will be competing against international fashion designers first, I’ll take the last spot. Don’t worry, I’ll try to make it in time. You all have to hold the fort, okay?" Qin Zhuzhu patted the other fashion designer’s shoulder.

It was hard for them to decide but the time was so tight. So they could only agree.

"Okay! We’ll go! But you need to come quickly!" They left in the small taxis, leaving Jingmin and Qin Zhuzhu behind.

"What do we do now? The roads are so busy," Jingmin said worriedly for the umpteenth time.

Car honked, buses were stuck in traffic, people shouted here and there. Where would they find a taxi now?

"There’s not much time left!" Jingmin checked her watch.

"Then let’s run!" Qin Zhuzhu broke into a sprint.

"What??? Run all the way???!" Jingmin had no choice but to run after her team leader.

Qin Zhuzhu ran for a few minutes, passing by some old historical French buildings. Up ahead, she suddenly spotted a man holding his chest. Then the man collapsed to the ground.

"Sir, are you okay?!" Qin Zhuzhu rushed over to the foreign man.

The man looked like he was having difficulty breathing, gasping and eyes were red and watery. He gripped her arm tightly and his fingers moved uncontrollably.

"What’s going on?! He won’t die?" Jingmin saw this scene and panicked immediately.

"Jingmin, quickly get help!"

"Okay!" Jingmin rushed off.

Qin Zhuzhu checked the man’s pockets and found a bottle of pills. It was all in French so she couldn’t understand a single thing. She held it up to the man’s eyes. The man nodded vigorously, giving her the green light.

Jingmin came back with a doctor. The doctor happened to have a water bottle which Qin Zhuzhu took and helped the man to swallow his pills.

After a while, the man was okay. He was no longer shaking or sweating.

"The ambulance is on the way," the doctor said. The foreign man nodded.

Jingmin checked the time again and screamed loudly. "Ahhhhh!"

"What is it?"

"The competition!! We are super late!"