ered an enemy of Shengshi Group!"……Lu Ningxi didn't know that Li Boche had already engaged in a round of confrontation.After finishing work, she returned to Jinshan Apartment in the evening.Looking at...On the other hand, Pei's Group.

Mu Xiyin sat in her office, somewhat agitatedly flinging the pen in her hand onto the desk. Her mind was in a complete mess.

She was originally full of confidence in her own designs, but seeing Luo Ningxi's work representing VIC at the exhibition, a sense of crisis immediately flooded her heart!

Didn't Luo Ningxi say that she had never learned any related design before!

Just because she has a mother who is a designer, does that mean she inherited such incredible talent

Beep beep —

Just when Mu Xiyin was getting anxious, her phone rang.

After picking up, a woman's voice came from the receiver.

"I've already released the pigeons from the Luo Group. Tomorrow is the deadline for submitting the work. In such a short time, she definitely won't have any other way to come up with another piece of work. You promised me money, when will you give it to me"

Hearing this on the phone, Mu Xiyin revealed a long-lost smile, "Rest assured, as long as the Luo Corporation can't submit the manuscript on time tomorrow, I will give you three times the money I promised you! Don't contact me if nothing happens."

Mu Xiyin was in a great mood. After finishing her call, she hung up and picked up her pen again, making the final touches to her design on her tablet.

Even if the designs are good, Lon Ningxi can only represent VIC at the fashion show, not the Luo Group.

Then, the big Loshi Group, if they were disqualified from the runway show for not being able to produce five pieces, wouldn't that be a huge joke

……

The next day.

Nan Hanchuan took the finalized manuscript of all participants for the show and handed it to Li Boche for a review.

Li Boche leaned against the sofa, not even bothering to look at the blueprints that were handed to him.

This entire stage show was originally prepared for Luo Ningxi, and the rest of the supporting cast were just borrowing light.

Nan Hanchuan saw his indifferent expression and purposely spoke loudly, "Luo's Group was the last one to submit their work. It's said that the designer they had previously agreed on ghosted them, so they rushed out a design overnight just to make up the five entries."

"Did he fly away"

Li Bochen frowned, pondered for a moment, and said coldly, "This kind of thing wasn't given any advance notice. She deserves to be flustered at this time."

"Luo's Group is short-staffed right now, it's not bad to be able to gather five pieces in such a short time. I heard Yu Chengnan even introduced designers to Xiao Xixi, you don't say help her."

"I didn't help her" Li Bichen coldly glared at Nan Hanchuan, "If it weren't for me, would the Luo Corporation have any qualifications to participate in the runway show Even this fashion show, I wouldn't have bothered to organize!"

"Yeah, yeah, you're right. I shouldn't have said anything." Seeing that Li Bochen was about to get angry, Nan Hanchuan quickly spoke up to appease him. He was trying to think of a way to change the subject when he suddenly caught sight of the stack of blueprints on his desk.

The one at the top was the very last one that Luo Ningxi had turned in.

This design is a pendant, mainly carved from jade and plum blossoms. It not only conforms to the elements of the Chinese style but also features unique and innovative designs in both style and carving.

"This pendant, it seems a bit familiar..." Nan Hanchuan frowned slightly, picked up the design drawings from the past, and looked at them carefully.

Li Bochen knew that whenever Nan Hanchuan suddenly became serious, something was wrong. "What's going on Is there a problem with this design"

Nan Hanchuan's expression grew increasingly serious, and it took him half a day to twist his eyebrows and speak.

"Lao Li, the last design drawing that Xiao Xixi paid for seems to have a problem..."

Li Bocen's voice was icy cold, "What's the problem"

"I invested in a period drama a long time ago. The prop department introduced me to a jewelry designer named New who was very talented. I've seen her work before, and it's very similar to this style!"

Li Bochen's face darkened immediately, "You mean, Lu Ningxi plagiarized this New work"

“I can’t be sure.” Nan Hanchuan shook his head. “This New person was very mysterious. After becoming popular online, she caught the eye of many jewelry companies who all offered her olive branches. But the designer's account was permanently shut down and all her original works were deleted. No one knows where she went in the end.”

"It's impossible, even if Lu Ningxi couldn't come up with the final work, she wouldn't resort to such despicable means as plagiarism."

Li Bochen's first thought was to refute.

Although Loning Xi's private life is not exemplary, he still believes in her character.

Li Bochen's face was frighteningly cold. "You know everything that happened, but other people won't How could she be joking about the future of the Luo Corporation Did you get it wrong"

"It's not impossible, after all, so much time has passed. I don't remember the design details from back then..."

Nan Hanchuan chatted a few pleasantries before leaving Shengshi Group.

After getting that, Li Botong glanced at the drawing he'd just been looking at and called Mo Yao in.

"Go check out the work of that designer named New who was on the internet a few years ago, and see what connection there is to this design."

Although Mo Yao didn't know his intentions, he still nodded, "Okay, Mr. Li, I'll start investigating right away."

Li Bochen rubbed his fingertips, a thoughtful look in his deep and steady eyes.

Whether it's true or not, it never hurts to check. If the paper was submitted by someone else, he could help her cover it up.

Damn, he's crazy, still worrying about her...s being together and even wanted me to marry that old man Sheng Kai. Now that we're getting a divorce, isn't this exactly what you and Aunt Jiang wanted"Luo Yi was speechless, “The past is the past, t...