Yang Huai's face was grim. "Nonsense!"
The reporters didn't know what to say either, all whispering amongst themselves.
"Yes! Miss Yang, as the original creator, how could she not see her work was plagiarized!"
"Could it be that Miss Wen really didn't plagiarize?"
"But if Miss Wen didn't plagiarize, why would Miss Yang intentionally slander her!"
The crowd's words made Yang Huai lose face.
Yang Huai's eyes flickered. Wen Yan tentatively asked, "Miss Yang, what is your relationship with Song Na?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Yang Huai felt as if Wen Yan was deliberately leading her into a trap.
The reporters were completely bewildered. "What does this have to do with the eldest daughter of the Song family?"
Wen Yan watched Yang Huai becoming flustered and continued, "You really don't know?"
Yang Huai roared, "How would I know who you're talking about?"
She calmly pressed on, "Since you don't know who Song Na is, then how did you get the design sketch I personally drew? Who gave it to you?"
Yang Huai's face grew uglier. "Your designed dresses are everywhere. It's very easy for me to get a copy!"
Wen Yan smiled and enlarged the design sketch Yang Huai had posted on her phone for the reporters to see. "Everyone, please take a look. This design sketch was created a few days ago, and it's not yet on the market. Yet, Miss Yang claims she can get a copy easily."
Upon hearing this, Yang Huai's heart was in chaos. She had come to mock this woman, but unexpectedly, she was so eloquent.
The reporters pondered for a moment and immediately felt something was wrong. They looked at Yang Huai. "Miss Yang, please tell us where you got your design sketch."
"You have a draft of a design that hasn't even been released yet. You should explain yourself!"
"Could it be that you stole it?"
Yang Huai quickly denied it. "I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"
She truly wanted to leave here immediately.
Wen Yan looked at Zhuo Feng beside her. "Show the reporters the surveillance footage from my office."
Zhuo Feng nodded. "Yes, President Wen."
Everyone looked at her with confusion.
Wen Yan explained, "I lost a design sketch the day before yesterday, the exact same one that Miss Yang has."
As she finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent.
Yang Huai pursed her lips, her face pale, looking somewhat helpless.
The reporters instantly erupted. "So, Miss Yang really stole Miss Wen's design sketch and intentionally framed her!"
"But why would Miss Yang do this? She and Miss Wen don't know each other!"
"Didn't you hear? Miss Wen mentioned the eldest daughter of the Song family. Could it be that the eldest daughter of the Song family was also involved, perhaps instructing Miss Yang to frame Miss Wen?"
As they were speaking, Zhuo Feng projected the surveillance footage onto the large screen.
Everyone clearly saw someone stealing a design sketch from a desk and then fleeing in a hurry.
Seeing this, the reporters had a clear understanding.
The reporters who had originally been interviewing Wen Yan now turned their attention entirely to Yang Huai.
"Miss Yang, was it you who stole the design sketch!"
"Why did you do this? What is your relationship with Miss Song?"
"Did you know all along that Miss Wen didn't plagiarize? What was your motive?"
Yang Huai glared at the reporters interviewing her. "It wasn't me! I didn't steal the design sketch."
Seeing this, Wen Yan spoke at the right moment. "Miss Yang indeed did not steal it. Now, I invite everyone to listen to a recording."
With that, she turned on the voice recorder.
Everyone listened intently to the recording. After hearing the eldest daughter of the Song family instructing someone to steal the design sketch, the reporters understood what had happened.
The harshest criticisms and mockery from the internet had vanished.
Someone indignantly exclaimed, "So, the eldest daughter of the Song family was the one pulling the strings, and Miss Yang was just a pawn."
"We all misunderstood Miss Wen. It seems that the rumors about Miss Wen harming her own sister might also be false."
"We supported originality so much, only to be treated like fools."
Yang Huai stood rooted to the spot, wishing she could disappear into the ground.
The reporters who had been prejudiced against Wen Yan were now silent.
Wen Yan looked at Yang Huai. "Miss Yang, do you have anything else to say?"
Yang Huai felt a burning sensation on her face and remained silent.
Just then, Leng Xunze's deep voice came from outside the door. "Miss Yang, your ancient style copyright was sold to Leng Corporation long ago. Now you are claiming the copyright is yours outside. Someone will be discussing relevant matters with you soon."
Hearing Leng Xunze's voice, a chill ran down Yang Huai's spine. She looked at the tall, upright man and said obsequiously, "Mr. Leng, I won't dare to do it again."
Wen Yan's gaze fell on the man striding towards her, a faint smile playing on her lips.
So, Leng Xunze had bought that ancient style copyright long ago.
Hearing Young Master Leng clarify the situation, the reporters looked at Yang Huai with anger in their eyes.
"Miss Yang is too shameless! The copyright was sold long ago, and she's still slandering Miss Wen."
"I wonder what benefits the eldest daughter of the Song family promised her to make her take such a big risk."
"If Miss Wen hadn't been prepared, we would have been deceived by Miss Yang!"
Those who had been scolding Wen Yan online were now all cursing Yang Huai.
Leng Xunze cast a cold glance at Yang Huai and walked to Wen Yan's side. "Miss Yang caused such a commotion slandering my wife. Do you think I'll let you off?"
When Yang Huai heard Leng Xunze publicly admit his relationship with Wen Yan, she felt she had been tricked by Song Na.
The reporters and those watching the live stream all received a mouthful of dog food.
Wen Yan looked at the man beside her, a warm current flowing through her heart.
Yang Huai was now in a panic. Seeing that Leng Xunze was not letting go, she immediately looked at Wen Yan. "Miss Wen, you are magnanimous, please spare me. It was all Song Na's idea, it has nothing to do with me!"
Her reputation was ruined now, and she probably wouldn't be able to establish herself in the design industry again.
Wen Yan looked at her calmly. "Miss Yang, yesterday when you targeted me, did you ever think about today?"
"Yesterday, did you ever think that if I hadn't been prepared, I would have been ruined?"
Yang Huai was rendered speechless.
The next second, two bodyguards in black suits walked in from outside.
Leng Xunze said indifferently, "Take Miss Yang away."
"Yes!"
The two bodyguards approached Yang Huai, grabbed her, and began to escort her out.
Yang Huai struggled. "Mr. Leng, Madam Leng..."
The two bodyguards ignored her and led Yang Huai out of the hall.
Song Family.
Song Na watched Yang Huai being taken away and was furious.
What a waste!
She thought Wen Yan would definitely be driven out of the capital this time.
Wen Yan!
She knew Leng Xunze's personality and had to make plans early.
Otherwise, it might really implicate the entire Song family.
As she was deep in thought, a maid knocked on the door. "Miss, the master is back and wants you to come down!"