I was Gu Chengan’s ghost designer. For five years, I took him from a penniless nobody and made him the founder of the independent designer label AURA, sending him onto the stage at Paris Fashion Week. At the celebration party on the eve of the big show, in front of all the media and guests, he personally tore up the designs I had spent five years creating. His favorite model and lover, Lin Feifei, splashed a glass of red wine in my face, then shrieked and hurled a termination contract at me. “Get lost, you plagiarizing dog! You traitor, selling our designs to the competition!” On the giant screen backstage, there appeared
