The Legend of Cinderella's Counterattack

The pungent smell of disinfectant made me frown slightly. I struggled to pry open my heavy eyelids, only to be greeted by a pale ceiling. What had happened? I remembered I was backstage... at the show! Oh, my show! I struggled to get up, but felt a tearing pain. A warm, large hand held me down. "Don't move. The doctor says you need to rest." Lawrence Lu's voice was a hint of fatigue, yet it couldn't conceal his anxiety.

"What should I do with my show..." I asked weakly, my voice very hoarse.

"Don't worry, I've already made arrangements," Lawrence Lu's deep eyes were filled with heartache. "I've already investigated the model issue. Lisa bribed a few newcomers. I've already reported it to the police. The show can't be canceled either. I've asked the PR team to announce that you're unwell. I'll attend in your place."

"You're replacing me?" I looked at him in disbelief. "But..."

"No buts," Lawrence Lu said firmly, "You are a designer, and only you know your design concept best. I will convey your design concept to everyone, believe me." He held my hand tightly, his eyes full of strength.

I looked at this man before me, who, for my sake, was willing to stand in the spotlight and bear the pressure that didn't belong to him. My heart felt as if a warm current enveloped me, and a tear unconsciously slipped from the corner of my eye.

“Don’t cry, you just need to rest and recuperate, and leave the rest to me.” Lawrence Lu gently wiped away my tears and kissed my forehead tenderly.

"Yeah..." I nodded, feeling touched and grateful. I knew how much this show meant to him, and that he would give up everything for me.

The door of the ward was gently pushed open, and my best friend Lily rushed in, followed by the usually calm Uncle Zhang.

"Lolo, how are you?" Lily grabbed my hand, her eyes red. "It's all my fault. I didn't keep an eye on those people and let you suffer so much!"

I held her hand with my backhand and comforted her with a smile: "I'm fine, don't worry, it's just a false alarm. How's the show going?"

"Don't worry," Uncle Zhang said with a relieved smile, "The young master has made all the arrangements, and the media has been explained clearly. Now everyone is worried about your health, and no one is mentioning the show anymore."

I breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Lawrence Lu. He was whispering something to his assistant. There was a hint of fatigue between his brows, but it couldn't hide his confidence and determination.

On the day of the fashion show, I lay in my hospital bed, watching the live broadcast. The stage was brightly lit, the music was stirring, and the models, wearing my designs, walked gracefully, exuding confidence and beauty.

Finally, it was Lawrence Lu's turn. He wore a black suit I'd tailored for him, paired with a white shirt. The collar was slightly open, revealing his voluptuous collarbone. He was tall and elegant, and his every move exuded the charm of a mature man.

He walked to the center of the stage, facing the countless flashes and cameras, his eyes firm yet gentle. He picked up the microphone and spoke slowly, his voice low and magnetic: "I'm sorry, my fiancée, the designer of this show, Ms. Lin Luoluo, can't present her work in person today. She is ill and currently receiving treatment in the hospital. But I'm sure she would have loved to see the show go smoothly and that her designs would be recognized by everyone."

His words were filled with love and support for me, and my eyes welled up again. Applause erupted from the audience, mixed with the constant barrage of questions from reporters. Lawrence Lu ignored them and continued, "I know there have been a lot of rumors about me, Luo Luo, and the Luo Luo brand recently. But I want to say that the innocent will be cleared, and I believe time will prove everything. Today, I'm standing here on Luo Luo's behalf, not only to complete this show, but also to prove to everyone my love for Luo Luo and my confidence in the Luo Luo brand."

His voice grew louder and louder, his eyes firm and powerful, as if carrying a powerful aura that infected everyone present. The comments in the live broadcast room also changed from questioning and insulting at the beginning to blessings and encouragement.

"I believe in Mr. Lu!"

"Come on, Lolo! Your design is amazing!"

"Rumors stop at the wise, and those who spread rumors will definitely be punished!"

Looking at these comments, a warm feeling welled up in my heart. I knew that the love between Lawrence Lu and me, as well as my design talent, had finally triumphed over those conspiracies and lies.

At that moment, the livestream switched to the backstage area of the show. I saw a familiar figure sneaking away. It was Li Na! The woman who spread rumors and tried to start a fight at the show!

"Catch her! Don't let her run away!" I couldn't help but shout at the screen.

As if he had heard my voice, Uncle Zhang rushed forward and pinned Li Na to the ground. Immediately afterwards, several police officers arrived and took Li Na away.

"It's so satisfying!" Lily clapped her hands excitedly.

I watched this scene with a relieved smile on my face. I know that justice may be late, but it will never be absent.

After the doctor left, Lily helped me lie down and tucked me in, muttering, "Luckily you're okay, otherwise I don't know how to explain this to Lawrence Lu! You don't know how anxious he was at the time. He wanted to eat that Li Na alive!"

I smiled gently and comforted her: "I'm fine, aren't I? Don't worry, I know my own body well. I just need to rest and I'll be fine."

"You're still laughing! How can you still laugh at this hour!" Lily gave me a reproachful look, "But to be honest, Lawrence Lu is really amazing to you. When he rushed in holding you just now, I felt his whole body trembling, and his eyes were red..."

Lily was still rambling on, but my attention was drawn to a message on my phone screen:

"Lolo, rest assured and leave the show to me. I will let everyone know that your designs, your dreams, and our love can stand the test of time."

This message was sent by Lawrence Lu. Just a few words, but like a warm current, it slowly flowed into my heart, dispelling all the anxiety and fear.

I clicked on the livestream link. On the screen, Lawrence Lu was wearing the final gown I'd designed, striding gracefully onto the catwalk. Under the bright lights, his handsome face held a resolute expression, and each step he took was steady and powerful, as if carrying an unstoppable aura that instantly captivated the audience.

At that moment, I couldn't hold back my tears any longer, and they burst out. I knew that my dream, my love, were protected. But at that moment, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and a familiar figure appeared at the door, with an anxious and worried look on his face, and a hurried tone: "Lolo, I heard..."