On the other side.
In the Leng Group's office.
Leng Xunze sat in his chair, his expression grim. "Go investigate who is helping Yang Huai behind the scenes. Let him know who he shouldn't provoke."
"Yes, I'll do it right away." Zuo An felt that Yang Huai was simply asking for trouble.
He actually dared to touch Miss Wen. It seemed Yang Huai wouldn't be able to establish himself in the capital anymore.
Leng Xunze nodded, then remembered something. "Have you finished what I asked you to do?"
Zuo An thought for a moment and replied respectfully, "It's done, President Leng. Do you need me to drive it over now?"
"Drive it over," Leng Xunze said calmly.
"Yes."
Half an hour later.
Leng Xunze's phone rang.
He glanced at the contact name and answered, "What is it?"
On the phone, Leng Bai Rui exclaimed, "Brother, look, that woman is causing trouble again."
Leng Xunze frowned and said coldly, "She is your sister-in-law. This is the last time I'm correcting you. If there's a next time, you don't have to call me brother anymore."
"Brother, I just feel she's not good enough for you, and I've always felt that Sister Nana is very good to you. Don't you really consider..."
Leng Xunze's face darkened abruptly. "No consideration. Don't mention this again!"
Sensing Leng Xunze's anger, Leng Bai Rui changed the subject. "Let's not talk about her. Brother, Mom's condition isn't very good. Aren't you coming back to see her?"
"I'm busy, I'll hang up now."
Leng Xunze hung up the phone, glanced at the time, stood up, put on his suit, and left the room.
...
Wen Yan returned home with a bag of fish. As soon as she entered the courtyard, she saw Zuo An getting out of a red sports car.
Zuo An heard the movement, turned to see her, and said respectfully, "Madam."
She looked at him and replied, a little confused, "Is something wrong?"
Zuo An walked up to her. "Madam, this is the car President Leng asked me to give to Madam. Now that the car has been delivered, I should be going."
Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, then said, "Thank you."
Zuo An replied, "It's nothing, Madam. The key is in the car."
"Mhm."
Wen Yan walked to the red sports car, took a photo, and sent it to Leng Xunze: Why did you think of buying me a car?
He replied almost instantly: Wife, you have a lot to do every day, and having a car will be more convenient. Do you like it?
Wen Yan was in a good mood: I like it very much, thank you, husband.
Leng Xunze replied: There's another surprise waiting for you when I get back.
Upon hearing this, Wen Yan felt a flicker of anticipation. "Okay."
She put down her phone, walked into the living room, put the fish in the kitchen, and put on an apron to start making grilled fish.
A moment later, the sound of a car engine could be heard outside the door.
Wen Yan's lips curved upwards. She took off her apron and walked into the living room, seeing Leng Xunze in a light blue suit walking towards her.
Wen Yan smiled, "Husband."
"Wife, what delicious food are you making?" Leng Xunze saw her in an apron, and a smile flickered in the corner of his eyes.
She raised her eyebrows, "Grilled fish. Come in quickly, wash your hands, and let's eat."
Leng Xunze nodded, walked up to her, and put an arm around her waist. "Okay."
Wen Yan's face turned red for a moment.
The two entered the living room.
A while later, Wen Yan brought the grilled fish to the table. While eating, Leng Xunze looked at her and asked, "How was the matter handled?"
"It's been handled, but I have a big gift for someone tomorrow." Wen Yan explained.
Hearing this, Leng Xunze's eyes were full of pampering. "Who is this someone?"
Wen Yan played coy, "If I tell you now, it won't be a big gift."
He heard this and didn't press further. Instead, he took out a contract and pushed it in front of Wen Yan. "Take a look at the surprise."
Wen Yan looked at the contract with a bewildered expression. The moment she opened it, she was incredibly surprised. "You transferred a subsidiary of Leng Group to me?"
She was truly astonished.
Not only had a subsidiary of Leng Group been transferred to her, but she also owned half of Leng Group's shares.
Leng Xunze nodded. "Under the protection of Leng Group, you can go further."
"If you don't want to develop within Leng Group in the future, I've already paved the way for you."
Wen Yan's nose felt a little sore. Apart from her mother, Leng Xunze was the person who treated her the best.
But she was not a greedy person.
She looked up at the man. "I can accept the subsidiary, but please take back the shares of Leng Group."
"If something happens and I can't manage the company, you can still manage the company with the shares of Leng Group."
Wen Yan, who was about to refuse again, found herself unable to refute Leng Xunze's words. "Alright."
Seeing her agree, Leng Xunze's lips curved into a smile.
The next morning.
Wen Yan arrived at the studio. Before long, Zhuo Feng informed her that a large group of reporters had gathered in the lobby, clamoring for her to come out.
She stood up. "Let's go."
As she spoke, she picked up her voice recorder and went out.
Zhuo Feng followed behind her.
As soon as Wen Yan stepped out of the elevator, the reporters rushed forward the moment they saw her, vying to ask, "Miss Wen said she would give an explanation today. What do you want to say now?"
"Miss Wen, aren't you deliberately delaying time?"
"Miss Wen, we are broadcasting live to the entire network now."
Wen Yan scanned the reporters and then said, "Firstly, regarding the accusation of plagiarism, I want to say that some designers can see the nuances. There are significant differences between my designed dresses and the originals."
As soon as these words were spoken, the comments online became polarized.
"I thought after a day, Miss Wen would at least apologize for the plagiarism. Now, hearing this, how can there be such a shameless person?"
"Exactly. Isn't borrowing inspiration from looking at someone else's work to create something? Now they shamelessly deny it."
"Someone like this really doesn't deserve to be a designer. Get out of the capital quickly."
Seeing this, the reporters pressed on, "Miss Wen, you keep saying you haven't plagiarized anyone's work. Then I'd like to ask, the original creator wouldn't falsely accuse you, would they?"
Another reporter chimed in, "That's right. Wouldn't the original creator recognize their own work?"
At this moment, Yang Huai's voice echoed through the hall. "Miss Wen still denies it at this point. You've truly refreshed my understanding of you."
Hearing this, the reporters turned their heads, their gazes falling on Yang Huai. "Look quickly, Designer Yang has personally arrived."
Wen Yan saw the confident expression on Yang Huai's face and replied, "Miss Yang, can you really not tell the difference between borrowing and plagiarism?"
Yang Huai chuckled. "What does Miss Wen mean?"
"I saw your ancient-style costume design drafts a long time ago. Later, based on your creations, I made a lot of modifications. If I'm accused of plagiarizing your work, then why didn't Miss Yang point out my plagiarism when I first started creating the dresses!"
Hearing this, not only Yang Huai was stunned, but even the reporters present and the commenters watching the live broadcast were speechless.
Yang Huai's expression changed, and she argued unreasonably, "At that time, I just didn't notice. I only realized it recently."
Wen Yan sneered, "Miss Yang, don't you think it's ridiculous? As a designer, how could you tolerate someone plagiarizing your work? You didn't fail to notice; you knew yourself that it wasn't plagiarism."