Beijing Marriage Entanglement

Lu Xingci suddenly jumped up from his chair, staring at the news notification for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.

She had previously tried to incorporate Chinese elements into modern clothing designs, but each time she submitted a design, it was rejected by Song Qinghui.

Song Qinghui reprimanded her for not understanding the market and for designing based on assumptions without considering the company's sales and costs.

But now, after his departure, he has surprisingly incorporated Chinese-style design into his work, and it has achieved considerable success in the market.

There's something strange about this whole thing.

Lu Xingci took a deep breath and clicked on the news article. The reporter used a lot of words to praise JL Clothing's autumn collection this year, and also posted many pictures of the finished products.

She is not a narrow-minded person and will not be unable to bear seeing her ex doing well just because they broke up.

The moment Lu Xingci saw the finished product, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

The Chinese-style clothing featured in the post, which received widespread acclaim in the autumn collection, was all designed by her.

But now, all of these designs have been labeled with Ruan Chuxi's name.

Lu Xingci almost laughed. Song Qinghui was using his design to please his new lover.

After exiting the news, Lu Xingci opened JL's official website to view all the designs in the newly launched autumn collection.

Aside from traditional modern clothing, all garments containing Chinese elements are based on her designs. She only made minor modifications to some details before quickly putting them into production.

The news startled him, instantly clearing his alcohol-numbed mind.

She turned on her computer, entered her cloud storage account and password, and indeed saw download records in the history.

Lu Xingci is used to recording the design drafts of his paintings, as well as any design inspiration that suddenly comes to mind, on his cloud drive.

However, because she was with Song Qinghui before, for the convenience of work, and because the two were lovers, Song Qinghui knew her account and password.

However, in the three years they were together, Song Qinghui only logged into her account once.

Why would I suddenly log into her account after she left her job and we broke up?

Was he harboring resentment and seeking revenge? But in this relationship, he was clearly the one who betrayed them!

Moreover, those designs were also labeled with Ruan Chuxi's name.

Lu Xingci unconsciously clenched his hand holding the mouse, his knuckles turning slightly white from the excessive force.

After his anger subsided, Lu Xingci forced himself to calm down and thought about how to handle the problem.

After thinking it over, she called Maureen.

Xu Zhiwei was sleeping, and Lu Xingci took the phone and went outside the office.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows lies the brightly lit capital city, with traffic converging on the elevated highway like a dazzling galaxy.

Lu Xingci, however, had completely lost the leisure and elegance to appreciate the night view.

The phone kept ringing with busy signals, but Maureen didn't respond for a long time.

My ominous premonition grew stronger.

Jiang Wenzhao also saw the news and called her anxiously early the next morning.

"Xingci, something terrible has happened! Our Wanxing Clothing design drafts have been stolen!"

The design was stolen, and the other party even started production before them. Moreover, JL was more well-known in the industry than the fledgling Wanxing.

If you say that JL plagiarized Wanxing, no one would believe it.

Lu Xingci let out a long sigh.

"I know, I saw the news last night too."

"So what do we do now?"

After Jiang Wenzhao finished speaking, he quickly offered words of comfort.

"Don't be too angry. Fortunately, we just opened and haven't started production yet, so the loss of these design drafts hasn't caused any losses for the time being."

How could there be no losses? Most of the design drafts for Wanxing Apparel's first batch of products were scrapped.

Moreover, for a designer, every design is like a child.

Song Qinghui's move was no different from stealing a child.

Whether he acted out of revenge or simply to please his new lover, it is unforgivable.

"I've made an appointment with him; let's see what he says later."

At this moment, Lu Xingci was already sitting in the coffee shop, having drunk half of his latte, but Song Qinghui had not yet appeared.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Xingci waited a little while longer before Song Qinghui finally arrived.

"Sorry, I was held up having breakfast with my girlfriend."

After taking his seat, Song Qinghui offered an explanation without being asked.

It seems like an explanation, but in reality, it's a way of showing off one's success in front of one's ex.

Just as Lu Xingci was about to ask a question, Song Qinghui raised his hand and called over a waiter, ordering a hot Americano.

After ordering coffee, I received another phone call.

Lu Xingci was no longer in a hurry. He leaned back on the sofa, leisurely drinking coffee and scrolling through his phone.

The news about JL's hot sales of this autumn's clothing was released so directly, in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for Song Qinghui to hear clearly.

The news had only been halfway through when Song Qinghui glanced at Lu Xingci, hung up the phone, and pretended not to understand.

"Wow, that's rare. Didn't you say you'd treat your ex like they were dead? How come you have time to ask me out today?"

"Did you realize that leaving me wasn't as easy as you imagined? That guy surnamed Jiang couldn't give you anything, so you finally regretted it and want to come back to me?"

Lu Xingci turned his phone around, pointed his index finger at the Chinese-style clothing in the news, his expression indifferent, but his eyes held a hidden anger.

Aren't you going to explain yourself?

Song Qinghui leaned back, crossed his legs, and spoke calmly without batting an eye.

"Explain what? What do I need to explain? We have no relationship anymore. Do I have an obligation to explain to you?"

Lu Xingci, aren't you taking yourself too seriously? Don't forget, we broke up, and you resigned.

"Of course I haven't forgotten, but why did you use my design? Song Qinghui, this is theft!"

Song Qinghui raised his eyes dismissively and scoffed.

"Lu Xingci, you've been in this industry for a few years now. You don't still naively think that just because a design is yours, it's yours, do you? If you have any complaints about JL's products, you can hire a lawyer and file a lawsuit through legal channels."

Song Qinghui spread his hands, a smug smile on his face.

"I'm ready to welcome you anytime. I'd really like to see what kind of trouble you and that guy surnamed Jiang can stir up."

I told you, the waters of the capital are more treacherous than you can imagine. It was you who insisted on leaving me to seek refuge with that Jiang fellow.

Lu Xingci was so angry that his chest heaved violently, but at this moment Song Qinghui still had a shameless attitude of "I've used you, what can you do about it?"

This version of Song Qinghui felt unfamiliar to Lu Xingci, as if their three years together had all been a fantasy.

"Song Qinghui, how come I never knew you were so shameless!"

"Lu Xingci, from the day you decided to leave me, you've held no weight in my eyes. The fact that I'm willing to see you today is out of consideration for our past relationship. As for the design draft, you should talk to my company's legal department."

After Song Qinghui finished speaking, he suddenly changed his attitude and got up to come to Lu Xingci's side.

A contemptuous smile played on his thin lips as he spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Actually, we didn't need to make a scene like this."

"What do you mean?"

"As long as you repent and come back to me, I can accept you without holding a grudge. I can give you bags, houses, cars, and even the designs you want."

Lu Xingci, with your looks and figure, why bother going through so many detours? Staying by my side is the best thing for you…”

Before Song Qinghui could finish speaking, the waiter brought in coffee, and Lu Xingci picked up the scalding hot coffee and splashed it at Song Qinghui's face.