After handling Liu Keqing’s matter, Wen Yian also began managing the clothing company that Zhang Cheng and Liu Keqing started together.
Cheating, scheming against an unborn child, reputation theft—these terms that Zhang Cheng had never heard before now appeared associated with him. By the time he realized what was happening, he and Zhang Baoying had already been handcuffed.
He didn’t hear if he was going to serve jail time, but seeing Zhang Baoying crying and cursing, Zhang Cheng thought he probably would.
It was a week later when the sentence was actually delivered. While being taken to the vehicle that would transfer him, Zhang Cheng saw the news being reported on TV.
Renowned designer Qing Ke had been impersonated, and the real Qing Ke had now officially returned.
Zhang’s Clothing Company faced closure; a mysterious conglomerate had acquired it, signed Qing Ke as their chief fashion designer. Updates are released by novel fire.net
"What are you looking at? You’re going to jail. It would be a miracle if the company doesn’t collapse," a prison guard pushed Zhang Cheng, expressionless, sending him into the vehicle. Seeing Zhang Cheng dazed, the guard snorted coldly, "Regret it now, huh? What goes around comes around. Reflect on your actions."
Yes, Zhang Cheng indeed had to pay the price for his actions, and so did Bi Qingyun, who was even more guilty.
In the office of the Zhang’s Clothing Company’s boss, Bi Xia sat quietly on the swivel chair, looking at the photo on the desk, lost in thought.
"As expected, in his heart, I was just someone to be discarded after use," Liu Keqing stood beside Bi Xia, also looking at the photo, sneering.
The photo was a family portrait. It showed Zhang Cheng, Zhang Baoying, and a small child.
Bi Xia thought, maybe Bi Qingyun’s office desk also had a similar family photo, but then she scoffed, feeling disgusted.
"Sister Keqing," Bi Xia called Liu Keqing softly, "Are you sure you don’t want to oversee things personally? Are you really going to hand the company over to me?"
Liu Keqing nodded, smiling gently at the young man, "You pulled me out of the abyss; without you, I would have nothing. So, entrusting the company to you puts my mind at ease."
"Besides, I don’t know how to manage a company. If it were up to me, it would fold sooner or later."
"How about this," Wen Yian stretched lazily on the sofa opposite, "Sister Qing should still oversee the company."
"What do you mean?" Liu Keqing asked, puzzled.
"I mean, Little Nine acquired this company and is its major shareholder. But you, Sister Qing, need to guard it as the company’s head," Wen Yian said.
Liu Keqing frowned, "But I don’t know anything. I don’t even understand the basic operations."
"Enough, Yi’an," Bi Xia interrupted Wen Yian and turned to Liu Keqing.
"Sister Keqing, I will acquire this company, and it will become a subsidiary of my group—a dedicated fashion design company. I plan to build it into a brand, and you will be the brand’s overall head and chief designer. How does that sound?"
After thinking for a moment, Liu Keqing nodded, "That works. As long as it involves design, I can review the works."
"Okay, then let’s settle it. Yi’an, tomorrow get someone to renovate everything here and change the name at the entrance; it’s an eyesore," Bi Xia said.
Wen Yian and Qu Zian exchanged glances. Wen Yian nodded but then looked at Bi Xia puzzled, "But Xiao Xia, what group is yours?"
Bi Xia ripped off the curtain in front of the window and frowned disdainfully, "Sister Keqing, the company’s design will be up to you."
Looking at the three people, Bi Xia’s eyes gleamed and her red lips curled up, "That’s right, my group. It currently only has a name and no specific location, but I earnestly invite my dear brothers and sisters to join my group. Would that be possible?"
The three were taken aback, exchanged glances, then smiled softly, "Of course, it would be an honor."