Beijing Marriage Entanglement

Upon hearing this, Shen Yu gently swirled his wine glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Who said I did it? Do you have any proof?"

The group was taken aback at first, and then they all revealed cunning and sinister smiles.

"Yes, yes, it's not our Brother Yu."

"I bet it must be some righteous person."

"What are you saying? They are the ones who will surely perish because of their many evil deeds."

Shen Yu poured another cup and stretched out his arm.

"drink wine!"

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Because it was too late, Lu Xingci went back to the company to get his things and then drove home.

When I got home, I specifically sent a message to Assistant Jiang to inform him that the car was with me.

To make it easier for him to pick up the car the next day, he even sent the apartment address to Assistant Jiang.

After sending the message, I changed into slippers and carried bags of supplements to the kitchen.

First, she put the bird's nest and tonics that Shen's mother had given her into the refrigerator to keep them fresh, and then she carried her bag into the workshop.

Just as I sharpened my pencil and was about to start drawing, Maureen sent me a voice message.

Lu Xingci clicked on it and saw that it was the content of her conversation with Song Qinghui.

The gist of it is that Song Qinghui instructed Mo Lin that no one else should know about the matter of using Lu Xingci's manuscript and pasting Ruan Chuxi's name on it.

To silence her, Song Qinghui promised to recommend her to a design competition in Paris early next year and to increase her salary by 30%.

Maureen asked him, "Mr. Song, I don't have any problems on my end, but the truth will eventually come out. What if Lu Xingci finds out and sues us or exposes us?"

Song Qinghui spoke with absolute certainty about this.

"She won't."

"Why? Are you so sure?"

There was a long silence of ten seconds at this point in the audio. Lu Xingci thought it was over and was just about to log out when Song Qinghui's voice came through the receiver.

He said definitively, "Because this is what she owes me, she owes me for the rest of her life. Even if she gives me free drawings for the rest of her life, it's what she should do. She has no right to expose this, much less the right to demand anything of me."

The audio abruptly ends here.

Lu Xingci gripped the pencil tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force. He felt both annoyed and suffocated, and his breathing became labored.

Over the past three years, she really didn't know Song Qinghui at all.

I never imagined he could be so shameless and despicable, so self-righteous.

Maureen: [Sister Xingci, there's a design awards ceremony in two days. Song Qinghui used his connections to get Ruan Chuxi the Best New Designer Award. He's also planning to have me continue drawing on this theme, and from now on, I'll be Ruan Chuxi's ghostwriter.]

Maureen: [The offer was very generous, but unfortunately, he underestimated my moral bottom line. Although I love money, I also know very well the principle that a gentleman loves money but acquires it in a proper way.]

Lu Xingci closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before calming down from his anger and editing a message to reply to Mo Lin.

Thank you, this audio is very important to me.

The awards ceremony in two days, right? Since it's an awards ceremony, she, as the original designer, must be present.

However, before that, we must be well prepared and absolutely cannot make any mistakes.

Disturbed by the audio, Lu Xingci sat down and couldn't concentrate on drawing for a long time.

I decided to stop drawing, take a shower, and lie in bed.

They contacted several marketing accounts online at great expense and agreed to issue a notice about plagiarism two days later.

Public exposure alone is not enough; these two thieves must be punished through legal means.

Lu Xingci didn't want to trouble Shen Yu, after all, Song Qinghui was her cousin, and she didn't want to put Shen Yu in a difficult position.

Therefore, Lu Xingci contacted Xu Zhiwei.

I remember you have a friend who's a lawyer. Could you ask him if he takes on infringement cases for me?

Xu Zhiwei was unaware of the plagiarism and sent a question mark.

Just as Lu Xingci was about to reply, Xu Zhiwei called in with a video call.

Lu Xingci answered the call, turned on the bedroom light, and sat up slightly against the headboard.

Does your friend take on copyright infringement cases?

"Are you the one who wants to call? Or are you asking for someone else? What exactly happened?"

Lu Xingci briefly recounted how Song Qinghui stole her manuscript to promote Ruan Chuxi.

For the next fifteen minutes, the entire bedroom was filled with the continuous sounds of various traditional Chinese operas.

Interspersed from time to time were the names of Song Qinghui and his ancestors for eighteen generations.

After Xu Zhiwei finished scolding, she spoke up, panting.

"Wait for my message, I'll go ask around for you."

"Okay, sure."

Lu Xingci hung up the phone, but her best friend immediately told Shen Yu about it.

Xu Zhiwei does know a few lawyer friends, but she has never handled a tort case before and is not at ease with them.

Besides, none of the lawyers she knew could compare to Young Master Shen's top-notch legal team.

In Xu Zhiwei's opinion, it would be foolish not to cling to a powerful figure when there is one available.

What's more, this time it's all to teach that scumbag Song Qinghui a lesson.

Shen Yu received the message, replied "I understand," and didn't say anything more.

Because of the plagiarism incident, Lu Xingci didn't sleep well all night.

As the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window in the early morning, Lu Xingci had already finished washing up and was wearing a gray business suit with a black turtleneck sweater underneath.

I sent a message to Assistant Jiang as I entered the elevator.

[Assistant Jiang, I've taken your car to the company. Sorry to trouble you to make the trip.]

The message had just been sent when the elevator arrived at the basement level, and Lu Xingci stepped out in her high heels.

But the next second, he saw Assistant Jiang standing next to an emerald green Porsche, his hands clasped in front of him, with a professional and gentlemanly smile.

"Ms. Lu, this is a gift from Mr. Shen. All the necessary procedures have been completed, so you can use it with peace of mind."

As he spoke, he bowed slightly and handed the car keys to Lu Xingci.

Lu Xingci circled the car with some skepticism, and after confirming that it was the same car he had test-driven yesterday, he was so surprised that he didn't know what to say.

"What... this car is too valuable, could you please return it to Shen Yu for me?"

One should not accept gifts without merit, and even in a romantic relationship, one should not accept such expensive gifts.

Assistant Jiang smiled and handed over the keys.

"I'm only responsible for delivering the car; returning it is not my responsibility. Could you please give me the keys to my car, Ms. Lu? I have urgent business to attend to."

Lu Xingci's mind went blank, and he handed over the car keys in a daze.

It wasn't until Assistant Jiang drove the car out of the garage that she belatedly realized she was holding a hot potato.

However, Jiang Wenzhao's call left her with no extra time to think about returning the car.

I quickly opened the car door, got in, threw my bag onto the passenger seat, and drove to the company.

The elevator doors opened, and the sound of high heels landed on the marble floor, producing a dull yet crisp sound.

Lu Xingci hurried into the conference room, where several people were sitting in a dark crowd.