The climate in Germany is pleasant, indeed an ideal place for nurturing a pregnancy and awaiting childbirth, so Gu Mochen didn’t choose the wrong place.
Gu Mochen nodded upon hearing Jian Ran’s gentle words.
"Hmm, if the brat is naughty, I’ll give him a spanking later."
Jian Ran chuckled lightly at the man’s overbearing words and nodded.
"Hmm..."
...
Jian Ran wanted to chat more with Gu Mochen, but she heard a distinct noise from his side. Her beautiful eyes widened as she heard the man’s deep voice from the other end of the phone.
"Sorry, sothing ca up here, I have to go... When the results are out, let know, though I’ll be proud because of Mrs. Gu."
Hearing him call her "Mrs. Gu" with such a deep, magnetic voice made Jian Ran’s heart skip a beat. She then curved her lips into a smile and nodded.
"Alright, I need to change into my dress and put on makeup for the red carpet, Mr. Gu... I miss you so much."
"Good girl... I know... I miss you too... I’ll be by your side during any of your glorious monts."
Because of the noise on Gu Mochen’s side, Jian Ran couldn’t make out the rest of the words and had to hang up the phone.
Looking at the phone screen, Jian Ran couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointnt...
...
The makeup artist and stylist soon arrived at Jian Ran’s suite, with Jian Anguo accompanying her the whole ti.
Soon, Jian Ran was dressed in a pale purple gown, with light makeup that made her stunningly beautiful.
Jian Ran took good care of herself during her pregnancy, without any swelling or blemishes, her fair skin appearing flawless.
The vibrant hues exuded a unique charm.
During her pregnancy, Jian Ran beca even more curvaceous and alluring, her features more delicate.
"Mrs. Gu, here are the flats prepared for you."
"Thanks..."
To match Jian Ran’s pale purple dress, the stylist prepared crystal shoes for her, embedded with precious diamonds that glistened under the lights.
"Mrs. Gu, now to put on your necklace."
"Okay."
The stylist carefully donned gloves and personally adorned Jian Ran with the Mithra Sapphire Necklace, an 8-carat gem of obvious value.
"Mrs. Gu, you’re truly beautiful... even more so than the stars walking the red carpet today."
The stylist couldn’t help but praise Jian Ran once she was ready.
He had styled many celebrities, but Mrs. Gu, being eight months pregnant and still so stunning, was unmatched.
The dress and jewelry were relatively light, so Jian Ran wouldn’t be too tired. She couldn’t help but pout her red lips and gently touch her belly with her small hand; the jewelry and dress made her pregnancy less noticeable.
"Thank you."
Jian Anguo couldn’t help but admire, "Ranran, you look stunning today, if only Mo Chen could see... he’d be amazed."
Jian Ran didn’t catch the underlying aning in Jian Anguo’s words and quickly replied.
"Dad, Mo Chen is still in France and can’t make it, um, take a picture for to send to him."
Jian Anguo looked at the smile in Jian Ran’s beautiful eyes and then curled his lips into a smile.
"No need, no need... he’ll see it later."
Jian Ran’s eyes widened in surprise, and Jian Anguo, realizing he misspoke, quickly explained.
"The award ceremony is being broadcast live, so Mo Chen will definitely see it, Ranran, don’t worry."
"Hmm..."
...
Considering Jian Ran’s pregnancy, the organizers arranged for her to walk the red carpet last in full regalia.
She wouldn’t appear at the beginning or the middle.
Other designers had stars accompanying them, but only Jian Ran walked the red carpet with Jian Anguo.
Upon learning this, Jian Ran felt a bit reluctant.
She really wanted a handso guy to accompany her on the red carpet; the German models and actors were stunning.
However, upon second thought, walking the German red carpet with Jian Anguo as father and daughter filled Jian Ran with pride.
Though... the red carpet, with a father holding his daughter’s hand.
It easily brought weddings to mind.
At weddings, fathers usually held their daughter’s hand, personally giving her to the groom.
Realizing what she was thinking, Jian Ran’s beautiful eyes widened.
Before childbirth, the thoughts can indeed run wild.
...
Jian Ran knew the IF Design Competition was imnsely popular; she didn’t expect it to be so electrifying. Sitting in the car waiting to walk the red carpet, she could hear the cheers from the dia and crowd upfront, surrounded by nurous Hollywood A-listers.
Jian Ran excitedly swallowed, with not only her favorite designers present but also her favorite stars.
The trip was definitely worth it.
Typically, the last to appear on the red carpet are the main attractions, with dia focusing their spotlight.
When Jian Ran, dressed in a light purple gown, appeared arm-in-arm with Jian Anguo, there were imdiate gasps of amazent from the surrounding dia.
Accustod to European and Arican won, the sudden appearance of a stunning Chinese woman elicited a chorus of admiration from the reporters.
With fair skin, an exquisite gown, and a curvy figure that defied the stereotype of frail Asian won, she wore a graceful smile, poised before the caras.
The crowd couldn’t help but inquire among themselves.
"Is she a star? Isn’t the man with her a designer?"
"No, I heard the last designer is a woman..."
"I heard she’s eight months pregnant."
"Wow, she’s so beautiful, definitely the most beautiful pregnant woman I’ve ever seen."
Amidst the German chatter of the surrounding journalists, Jian Ran understood bits and pieces, having cramd so German recently. Hearing the overwhelmingly positive words, she breathed a small sigh of relief.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, eyes scanning the surroundings, for so reason always feeling as if soone had their eyes on her.
The gaze was deep.
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