Xiao Jun never imagined that Mu Chen, who had always been kind and sincere in his eyes since childhood, was actually like this.
What is certain is that there was more than one person who entered Jiang Lai’s room that night; the first was Wei Fu, the second was Mu Chen.
Why did she do this?
Jiang Lai’s achievements are on a completely different level from hers, having already achieved so much yet unable to bear the presence of a newcomer.
Xiao Jun, panicked and confused, drove to Wei Fu’s studio, and upon arrival, he saw the giant new product promotional banner outside the studio, featuring the highly controversial plagiarized illustration embroidered on a uniquely designed cheongsam.
Looking at this image, Xiao Jun couldn’t help but walk in to find Mu Chen, who was chatting with a partner, and pulled her aside with a sullen face.
"Why are you still using this image?"
Mu Chen was slightly taken aback, then followed up with a helpless look.
"I also want to pull this product off the shelves, but I really can’t. My partner insists on continuing the promotion. As you know, I’ve just returned to the country and don’t have much support, so my voice doesn’t carry much weight in this company, so... I have no choice."
"Since he’s your partner, if you’re determined to take it down, can he really stop you? Mu Chen, you know this is plagiarism. Have you considered how much damage it could do to your career if consumers find out one day?"
Mu Chen looked at him, her eyes rimmed with red.
"Is this the result I wanted? It was Xiao Fu who gave me this illustration as an original work. I realized its questionable origins only after I used it. What could I do? I’m isolated and helpless here. If I admit that Jiang Lai is the original creator, I might not be able to stay here anymore."
After all, in this circle, the attitude towards plagiarists is one of disdain and contempt.
Again with this tearful expression, always making people feel she’s the real victim. In the past, he always felt sorry for this kind and strong girl, but now, looking at Mu Chen’s tears, he suddenly felt indifferent, even somewhat... annoyed.
"Stop crying. No one else knows about this besides me, but I still hope you’ll do the right thing going forward."
After saying this, Xiao Jun turned and left, leaving a tear-filled Mu Chen staring blankly at his back, feeling inexplicable sadness and unease in her heart.
Meanwhile, Wei Fu received a call from Jiang Lai.
"You know what you’ve done. Let’s meet up, I have something to show you."
In the café, Jiang Lai and Wei Fu sat across from each other. On the table, a video was playing, showing surveillance footage.
Seeing the first figure enter the room, Wei Fu stared coldly at Jiang Lai.
"Why are you showing me this? What, you suspect me?"
She agreed to meet this time to test Jiang Lai’s reaction.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she sat down, she was shown the previous video footage again.
Wei Fu remained indifferent, arrogantly glancing at the footage.
"Where’s the evidence? The screen is so dark, who can tell it’s me?"
"Don’t rush, keep watching."
Jiang Lai moved the progress bar, bringing the footage of the second figure entering the room in front of Wei Fu.
"I haven’t released this video. Two people entered my room that night. I asked you out this time to ask if you can recognize who she is."
Wei Fu frowned and glanced at it. She was about to casually deny it, but unexpectedly, she noticed the shadow’s vaguely long hair.
That night, there were two people with their hair down.
One was Li Yahan, the other was Mu Chen.
And at that point in time, she distinctly remembered running into the gossiping Li Yahan when she came downstairs. They talked for a long time—while she couldn’t remember exactly how long, Wei Fu was sure of one thing: the person who entered Jiang Lai’s room five minutes later was definitely not her.
If it wasn’t her, then it must have been Mu Chen.