CHAPTER 721: CHAPTER 500: LIZHOU CRUISE

Zhou Yun actually knows she’s not a very fashion-sensitive person.

She doesn’t particularly favor, or even finds strange, many of the so-called trendy fashions.

This makes her style generally lean towards one kind—elegant, beautiful, generous, lively, or vivid.

Gothic style, dark style, techno vibes, etc., she has never tried any of those.

As a stylist who has worked with her numerous times put it, she solely relies on her intrinsic quality to elevate a classic style above what others achieve, purely blessed by heaven’s grace, without any daring surprises.

Zhou Yun thinks that is a very apt description.

On the red carpet, she does not dress bizarrely or wear smoky makeup.

She doesn’t think it suits her, nor does she want to take the risk.

Surely, she is still beautiful. Everyone thinks she is beautiful.

But this time, a fashion blogger commented: When will Zhou Yun break through her styling mold? I’m almost tired of it.

Being tired is a terrible criticism.

There’s an American Actress, Anne Hathaway, who’s sufficiently beautiful, starred in The Princess Diaries with an elegant and beautiful princess style that made her famous but also led her into a long "image crisis." It wasn’t a problem anywhere specific, just that everyone felt she was too perfect, always perfect, and got fed up with this perfect image. Later, she cut her elegant long hair and switched to a short hairstyle, unexpectedly, this short hairstyle suddenly saved her popularity, and everyone changed their view of her, beginning to praise her elevated fashion sense.

Zhou Yun doesn’t know if this is true or not; it’s just something she read online.

Sometimes, it’s not really about long or short hair, but a style maintained for too long can become tiresome.

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The small party hosted by Yao Yuanfeng was quite crowded.

Zhou Yun and Song Chi, appearing hand in hand, turned heads as the most eye-catching couple at the party.

Zhou Lan and Wu Chengbao were also there; however, they did not stand beside Zhou Yun and Song Chi. They each had their own acquaintances to greet.

Wang Jing was there too, standing gracefully in one spot, beside her was a man who looked to be over forty with a wine glass in hand, smiling broadly, telling her a not-so-funny joke.

Wang Jing pretended to be amused, hanging a faint smile on her lips as if she truly found the joke hilarious.

"This Miss Wang has only debuted for just over a year, yet she’s already a well-known actress, truly remarkable," said the man with a pride he thought was well-concealed.

Wang Jing didn’t want to feign cordiality with this man who had been pestering her for quite a while.

"Compared to Sister Xiao Yun, I still have a long way to go," Wang Jing shook her head, saying, "Sorry, Mr. Zheng, my agent has arrived, I have something to discuss with her, please excuse me."

However, Mr. Zheng asked, "Is your agent Zhou Lan?"

Wang Jing glanced at him with confusion.

"I’m old friends with Zhou Lan, since I’m here, I might as well greet her too," Mr. Zheng seemed oblivious to Wang Jing’s subtle reluctance.

Hearing him say he knew Zhou Lan and was going to greet her, Wang Jing didn’t know what else to say to decline his company, so she could only walk with him to Zhou Lan.

"Sister Lan," she called out first.

Zhou Lan turned her head, surprised to see her standing with Mr. Zheng.

"Miss Zhou looks beautiful today," Mr. Zheng said.

Seeing him, Zhou Lan was a bit surprised.

"Mr. Zheng, you’re also in Cannes, what a coincidence," Zhou Lan quickly smiled, masking the slight disgust she couldn’t restrain when she was initially surprised.

Zhou Lan didn’t know why Zheng Yuanqi was here. Zheng Yuanqi wasn’t someone related to the film industry, and many people didn’t even know what he did. Zheng Yuanqi was not Chinese, although he possessed a completely Chinese appearance and spoke fluent Mandarin, and was equally familiar with Chinese customs. He’s American, born and raised in the United States, not an immigrant, but his parents sent him to China for almost half a year annually.

His family was exceedingly wealthy, hidden tycoons. Nobody knew exactly how wealthy they were, which remained a mystery because his parents also were not the kind who liked making public appearances.