"How can there be any excuse? Plagiarism is plagiarism. It's like one rotten apple spoiling the whole barrel. She deserves to die! I don't even know how I can face anyone now!"
"Xinghua should never have hired someone like that!"
"Exactly! Now that Director Qiao is on a business trip, Sister Fang, why don't you just fire Wen Yan? I never imagined I'd have a plagiarist as a colleague!" a designer said as Lin Fang returned.
Lin Fang certainly wanted to.
"They've given Wen Yan one day to prove her innocence. There's no need to rush," she said coldly.
This implied that Wen Yan would be fired immediately after the deadline.
Hearing this, everyone had nothing more to say. It was only one day, after all.
Wen Yan didn't waste a single second and went to find Wang Rui. It wasn't easy to see Wang Rui. After waiting in the rain for a long time, she finally saw her emerge from the event hall. Wen Yan immediately stepped forward to seek justice but was blocked by bodyguards.
"Wang Rui, do you want everyone to know what you've done?" Wen Yan had no choice but to shout.
The proud figure in front stopped. The tall woman turned to look at Wen Yan. Wen Yan clearly saw the disdain in her eyes. Wang Rui said two words: "Get rid of her!"
Then the bodyguards roughly pushed Wen Yan away.
Her skin was scraped raw by the hot asphalt of the road.
Wen Yan felt a stinging pain.
Many people around looked at her with contempt. No one came to help her.
Damn it, did they think this would stop her?
There was only one person in the company who stole her design and framed her.
She had to get the surveillance footage. There was only one way: wait until late at night when the security room was less vigilant.
Wen Yan returned to the company and stayed until past midnight. Only one person was left in the security room.
She was wondering how to attract the person's attention when that person happened to leave for some unknown reason.
A golden opportunity!
Wen Yan immediately slipped inside.
The large screen was divided into many small grids. It took Wen Yan a while to find the surveillance footage from the design department.
She rewound the time.
She stared intently, not missing any detail.
Finally, Wen Yan found a clue.
Yesterday afternoon, after work, Luo Ziyu had returned.
She had done something at her computer and then left.
It was indeed her!
Wen Yan immediately prepared to copy the footage.
As she was about to leave, she suddenly heard voices from outside:
"Mr. Ye, don't worry, we're keeping a close eye on everything. There won't be any mistakes."
Footsteps approached.
Wen Yan froze.
How could it be such a coincidence that Mr. Ye was here for an inspection! The surveillance footage was company confidential. While she could explain her purpose, she didn't know if Mr. Ye, with his unpredictable temper, would believe her!
Gradually, the footsteps stopped.
The door was pushed open.
Several people walked in. A man with a fit and tall physique was the highlight of the group.
The room was silent, with countless grids moving, seemingly without any anomaly.
The man's deep, narrow eyes, hidden behind his mask, swept across the room.
Under the door, there was a pair of women's shoes.
Quite clever, knowing to hide by the door.
At this moment, Wen Yan's face had turned pale with nervousness.
She was terrified of being arrested for leaking company secrets.
"Mr. Ye, I'll close the door," Zuo An said, moving to close it.
Wen Yan's heart suddenly lurched.
If the door was closed, wouldn't she be exposed!
Into her line of sight, the man's tall and imposing figure in a suit gradually appeared. Even his back exuded an undeniable aura and the majesty of a superior.
"Wait."
The man suddenly spoke.
The process of closing the door stopped.
Mr. Ye's voice was indifferent: "That's all for here for now. I have other matters to attend to. Let's go!"
"Yes, Mr. Ye."
A torrent of footsteps sounded. The last person closed the door, and Wen Yan's body slid to the floor, leaning against the wall.
That was truly terrifying.
Wen Yan took a deep breath and quickly left the surveillance room.
She hurried downstairs.
When she reached the company entrance, she saw a black Rolls-Royce parked there.
The car window was half-open. She could vaguely see the man inside, dressed in black. His hands, typing on a keyboard, were long and beautiful, with distinct knuckles.
Wen Yan quietly walked past.
"Get in," a cold voice flowed from the car.
Wen Yan pursed her lips. She had expected this and obediently got into the car.
"Hello, Mr. Ye. It's so late, are you still here?" Wen Yan smiled obediently.
"Miss Wen is also very diligent, still at the company at this hour?" The man glanced at her, his expression unreadable, neither smiling nor mocking.
Wen Yan said earnestly, "Some work hasn't been finished. Since I have nothing to do at home, I decided to finish it before leaving."
"So, Miss Wen's job is being a thief?"
His half-joking remark broke her composure.
So, he knew everything!
Wen Yan bit her lower lip and looked at him, her heart filled with anxiety. "Mr. Ye, I apologize. I don't want to lie now that you've found out. I just wanted to prove my innocence. My design was stolen and given to someone else. Now everyone suspects me of plagiarism. If I can't prove my innocence, it will also damage Xinghua's image."
"Do you think your innocence is more important than company secrets?" the man countered.
The answer was self-evident.
Wen Yan's face grew paler, but she said firmly, "I absolutely did not peek at any company privacy. Mr. Ye, please believe me on this."
Expecting the man to question her further, he simply extended his hand: "Let me see the video you copied."
Wen Yan obediently complied.
He watched it once, then clicked delete.
"Mr. Ye," Wen Yan's eyes widened.
"This is considered theft. I will send you a new video later. Check your inbox."
Wen Yan was stunned, and then belatedly grateful. "Thank you, Mr. Ye."
"Next time something like this happens, just find Zuo An directly."
"Okay."
This was truly good news. Wen Yan felt she had completely misunderstood Mr. Ye. He looked cold, but he was actually a good person!
"Wang Rui, how do you plan to deal with her?"
"I went to see her, but it was no use. Wang Rui probably won't admit her mistake," Wen Yan said with a somber expression.
The immense pressure weighed down on her. She finally understood the difficulty of being wronged with nowhere to turn.
"To deal with people like that, you don't need to reason with them," Mr. Ye's voice was cold and ruthless.
Wen Yan looked at him, not quite understanding his meaning.
The man didn't say much more, only drove her to the hotel on his way.
After completing today's live broadcast, Wen Yan went to bed early, as she had to prepare food for two people tomorrow.
Little did she know, on the other side, things were in turmoil.
Wang Rui's design company was considered one of the top companies in the industry.
At this moment, the boss was in his office, sweating profusely.
"Mr. Ye, you can't be serious, can you?" he said with a forced, wry smile.
Zuo An: "Our boss never jokes, Mr. Luo."
He actually thought his boss was joking too!
Just because Wen Yan was bullied, he wanted to acquire this company?
This was too protective!
Mr. Luo: "..." If he wasn't joking, then why was he here to acquire his company? Was he bored?
"Then, did I offend you in some way?" Mr. Luo asked cautiously. "Mr. Ye, you know I'm usually straightforward and don't stand on ceremony. If I've upset you in any way, please don't take it to heart and just tell me. We've known each other for a while, haven't we?"
The man opposite remained silent, but the mountain-like pressure weighed heavily on Mr. Luo.
Was his hard-earned business of many years going to be acquired like this?
The atmosphere became extremely oppressive. Only then did Zuo An finally speak: "Mr. Luo, I heard your company has extremely high standards for designers, so how could there be one rotten apple?"