Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 178

Once you earn a certain amount of money, you don’t need any more.

People may have differing opinions on this,

but for the Louis Vuitton trio, it was an undeniable truth.

"Money? Whatever."

"We’ve earned enough. It’s whatever."

"There are things far more important than money. So, whatever."

For them, what mattered was their legacy as designers.

What kind of clothes they created.

How they sketched their ideas.

Which models would bring their vision to life.

The prestige of being admired and revered by the masses—

that was their true currency.

And in that sense—

"W-Wait, what?"

The man standing before them was the definition of pathetic.

"Handing out a business card during an introduction? Okay, fine."

"But everything else about you is just tragic."

"Also, this is a restricted area."

The trio slowly sized up Kiyao Kaito.

"Luxury is about harmony, but you just threw random pieces together. It’s awful."

"Frankly, you’re being rude. Just showing up unannounced like this?"

"You seem like some kind of studio staff, but this is unacceptable."

After careful evaluation,

they concluded that he simply did not belong here.

Seriously, where the hell were the security guards?

"N-No, that’s not it! I—um—actually, I’m a huge Louis Vuitton fan! And also a huge fan of Kim Donghu!"

Sensing he was about to be thrown out,

Kaito frantically blurted out whatever he could.

"I-I’m the son of the vice president of Career Bank! And also the owner of this studio! So—"

But—

"And?"

"So what?"

"Does being with Career Bank make this okay?"

Their wall of indifference was impenetrable.

They couldn’t care less about some Japanese corporation.

Career Bank? Sure, it was a big company in Japan.

But who cares? They were from Louis Vuitton.

"We’re trying to be nice here."

"So leave."

"Did you think a Louis Vuitton shoot was some marketplace attraction? Book a proper schedule next time."

Honestly, they really wanted to throw in some offensive remarks about the Japanese right now—

but since the treasured gem of the East, Donghu Kim, was present,

they had to restrain themselves.

"...."

Even Kaito, pampered and oblivious as he was,

could read the situation.

There was no way around it.

Reluctantly, he began backing away—

like a guilty puppy trying to slink off unnoticed.

And just then—

"Does it suit me?"

Kim Donghu emerged from the dressing room,

fully clad in the Louis Vuitton x Supreme collaboration.

At that moment—

"AAAAAHHHH!!!"

Kaito had a revelation—

the divine glow behind a human being was real.

***

The Moment Kim Donghu Walked Out of the Dressing Room

"Ooh! Absolutely magnificent!"

Kim Jones nearly melted on the spot.

Why was Kim Donghu chosen as Louis Vuitton’s muse?

Why had he been utterly captivated at first sight?

Because—

"He’s perfect."

Donghu’s usual style wasn’t excessive.

His outfits blended seamlessly into daily life—

polished, but never forced.

But right now?

"I... I finally understand why your stylist dresses you down."

"Huh?"

"Ooooh... You can’t go around looking like this. My god... This is a crime against men everywhere."

Appearance—

It wasn’t just about a face.

It was about well-groomed nails.

A cleanly shaven face.

Perfectly trimmed eyebrows.

The curve of the neck.

The alignment of muscles.

The balance of weight and proportions.

In the modeling world, every detail was scrutinized.

Personality? Irrelevant.

The only thing that mattered was how well you presented yourself.

That was what defined a model’s worth.

"...I truly hope your loyalty remains with Louis Vuitton."

"Uh... Sorry, but I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Kim Donghu, clearly flustered, turned to the trio,

hoping for some kind of explanation.

But—

"This is unbelievable!"

"This is extraordinary!"

"I refuse to believe this!"

The Louis Vuitton trio were just as enraptured as Kim Jones.

"To think he looks this good in ready-to-wear clothing..."

"Ughhh, imagine what we could do with a fully custom-tailored fit."

"Louis Vuitton! We’ll craft a collection made just for you!"

If anything, their obsession was only getting worse.

"Should we begin the shoot now...?"

"No need! I’ll capture this with the most precise lens of all—my eyes!"

For a brief moment, Donghu considered calling in the photographer for help, freewebnovel.cσ๓

but he quickly realized that would be a lost cause.

All he could do was stand there,

waiting for the overwhelming flood of admiration to finally die down.

Honestly, being showered with praise like this was beyond embarrassing.

It felt like back in school—

when a teacher would force a student to stand in front of the whole class,

making everyone clap for them.

And to make things even worse—

"Donghu! As expected of Donghu! Ahem, the form of Kim Donghu is the greatest in the world!"

Seokho awkwardly attempted to hype him up in broken English.

"Aah... I tried to hold it in, but now that he’s properly styled, there’s no way to hide this."

Mijoo, meanwhile, sounded like she was reciting a dramatic anime monologue.

"This is killing me."

Donghu wanted nothing more than to disappear.

***

"Great job, everyone!"

The shoot wrapped up faster than expected.