Chapter 631: 0621 What’s impossible? Chapter 631: 0621 What’s impossible? She chuckled softly to herself, and at that moment–
“Ding,” went the sound of a cell phone nearby.
Su Ran fumbled for her phone, unlocked it, tapped on WeChat, and immediately saw a message pop up from the top conversation.
“I bet someone is thinking of me right now.”
Su Ran “whooshed” out of bed, staring at the line of text on the screen, her face uncontrollably flushing red.
The message had just been sent when a reply came in.
“Yeah, can’t sleep without you.”
Su Ran curved her lips into a smile, eyes fixed on the screen as she chuckled.
He simply couldn’t imagine what the man looked like saying those words.
“You haven’t been up all night, have you?”
“So, it shows how much charm you have.”
Su Ran couldn’t help but want to laugh, receiving another message from the man.
“Be honest, did you miss me?”
A long time passed without a reply to his message, just when the man thought the girl wouldn’t respond, a message came through.
Fu Qiyuan looked at the simple word on the phone, curved his lips, and chuckled softly.
Su Ran also smiled, yes, everything was just so perfect.
You fancy me, and I fancy you!
You miss me, and so do I!
There’s nothing more beautiful!
The two of them chatted a little longer before ending the conversation.
The sunlight was just right outside, but Su Ran stayed in her room the whole day.
Just as she was considering whether to go out, her phone by her side rang again.
Seeing the caller ID, Su Ran smiled helplessly but still answered the phone with great respect.
A deep and hearty voice came through on the other end of the line.
Su Ran sat up straight, rubbing her brows in resignation.
“Why wouldn’t I come to my disciple’s award ceremony?”
Su Ran tugged at her lips, “I am not…”
“What’s this ‘not,’ if I say you are, then you are!”
Are there still people in this day and age who forcefully claim others as their disciples?
“Where are you?” Su Ran asked.
“Outside the hotel you’re staying at.”
“Alright, I’ll come to get you.”
After hanging up the phone, Su Ran stepped out, and just as she reached the hotel lobby, she was met by a group of persistent people.
“Sister, are you going out now?”
Su Xinyan raised her eyebrows, looking at Su Ran with a face full of arrogance.
Su Ran frowned, her gaze sweeping over Su Xinyan’s face and then landing on Song Guan next to her, as well as a middle-aged woman.
Su Xinyan, seeing Su Ran’s stunned look, felt extremely pleased inside.
“Right, sister, let me introduce to you, this is my mentor, Weng Manyuan, and this is Song Guan, a director from the International Fashion Association, who has served as a judge for the domestic preliminaries. You’ve met before, sister should remember, right?”
As she spoke, she turned to the middle-aged woman and Song Guan:
“Teacher, Director Song, this is my sister Su Ran, who is also a contestant in this year’s World Designer Competition.”
Weng Manyuan, a famous designer in the fashion world, had won the World Designer Competition twice and had her own studio, designing clothes exclusively for high society ladies.
Her works were innovative and unique, sophisticated and elegant, very popular and sought after by aristocratic young ladies.
As such, even though she hadn’t shown her face in the circle for a long time, her reputation remained prominent and esteemed.
Therefore, Su Ran naturally studied her designs, which had more extravagance and less tranquil purity.
They showed no particular tastes or pursuits, aimed merely at achieving success for the sake of success.
As an ordinary person, one might not be qualified to critique her designs, but the design genius R, who had won six consecutive championships, had more than enough authority to comment on her work.
Weng Manyuan maintained herself exceedingly well; a woman in her forties who looked to be in her early thirties, dressed in a luxurious and beautiful gown that matched the expression on her face–a self-proclaimed lofty arrogance that looked down on everyone else, an artist aloof from worldly affairs!
As for Song Guan, a judge for the domestic preliminaries, he had also had a conflict with Su Ran, and she naturally had a strong impression of him.
And he likely felt the same!
Indeed, after listening to Su Xinyan’s introduction, Song Guan’s face immediately showed a look of disgust towards Su Ran.
“I remember you, that contestant with a history of plagiarism. I didn’t expect you could make it to the finals.”
Upon hearing this, Weng Manyuan’s originally indifferent eyes also immediately took on a distinctly visible disdain.
“You’re the vicious sister who plagiarized Xinyan’s designs and bullied her all the time?”
“Master, there might be some misunderstanding here…”
Su Xinyan glanced at Su Ran and stammered an explanation.
Su Ran’s face remained impassive, but inside, she sneered.
The essential tactic of a white lotus flower, appearing pitiful yet pretending to be strong.
Even though she herself was wronged, she still had to feign sacrifice for the sake of the greater good, acknowledging the sacrifice unwillingly.
In this regard, Su Xinyan performed exceptionally well.
“Hmph, what misunderstanding? The facts are right before our eyes!”
Song Guan snorted coldly, “I just didn’t expect that someone with a history of plagiarism would still have the face to attend the award ceremony. It’s simply a slap in the face of us organizers. Others might accept her, but I never will, not in a lifetime!”
Su Xinyan curled her lips, casting a provocative glance at Su Ran.
Meanwhile, Wen Peipei and Gu Heng’s expressions were very ugly.
One felt embarrassed while the other was worried.
Su Ran casually swept a glance at Song Guan and spoke calmly.
“Director Song didn’t expect many things, just like I didn’t expect to see you here either.”
“Since Director Song said the facts are right before our eyes, why don’t you lay out the facts for everyone to see? To accuse me of plagiarism without any proof… I could sue you for defamation.”
Su Ran didn’t allow Song Guan the opportunity to speak.
Song Guan frowned, his displeasure growing as he listened to Su Ran’s calm and mocking warning, his expression turning grave.
“What evidence do you need when your plagiarism is a fact? It couldn’t possibly be Xinyan plagiarizing you!”
Su Ran raised her eyebrows slightly, and said with a light laugh:
Su Xinyan glanced at Weng Manyuan, her face full of grievance and restraint.
Weng Manyuan’s expression turned cold, and she said sharply:
“So what you mean is that my disciple, Weng Manyuan, would do something like plagiarize? And to plagiarize from you, an unknown little designer?”
Su Ran watched her quietly, then suddenly sneered out loud.
“Your disciple, Weng Manyuan, wouldn’t plagiarize from anyone, but others would? Simply because they are unknown, they must be forcefully accused of definite ‘plagiarism’? Who didn’t start from being unknown? How about Master Weng herself?”
Weng Manyuan was taken aback by the strong aura emanating from Su Ran, scarcely believing that someone so young could show such an intimidating presence.
However, upon realizing that she, a senior figure, was actually being questioned so forcefully by a junior, she struggled to maintain her composure.