After Bankruptcy, the Billionaire Asked Me to Marry Him!
Chapter 336: I said, I came for you!

Chapter 336: Chapter 336: I said, I came for you!

No.1: Ye Li, 9.92 points

No.2: Peng Canxu, 9.72 points

No.3: Wan Mingyi, 9.65 points

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No.17: Chen Jiayuan, 8.74 points

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A long list of names followed, but Chen Jiayuan stopped looking.

His entire sight.

His entire heart.

His entire mind.

All fixated on that No.17 ranking.

How... How is this possible???

What kind of international joke is this!!!

"Why?"

In the silence, Chen Jiayuan stood up again, his gaze scattered as he looked toward the host. "I don’t believe it! My score can’t be that low! There must be some mistake!"

"I’m not convinced!!!"

Chen Jiayuan shouted.

The host froze momentarily, then turned to look at the organizers.

The large screen changed.

A dense chart appeared on the massive screen.

The names of 56 designers.

Scores given by each judge.

And the final aggregated scores.

Ranked No.1, Ye Li’s scores stood out among the 10 judges—Panier had given a perfect 10, and even the lowest score was 9.85.

Meanwhile, Chen Jiayuan’s score was conspicuously striking.

Among a row of 9.80, 9.75, 9.82... there was a glaring "0" in Jyang Wanruo’s score column.

Chen Jiayuan’s eyes sparked with immense delight.

Bug!

He knew it; his score had to be wrong.

The first nine judges had given scores ranging from a minimum of 9.75 to a maximum of 9.82, averaging around 9.8—it couldn’t possibly be the 8.74 displayed on the screen earlier.

It had to be that Ms. Jyang forgot to include a score.

Or maybe the scoring system malfunctioned, failing to calculate Jyang Wanruo’s score!

That had to be it!!!

Chen Jiayuan looked at Jyang Wanruo eagerly. "Vice Chairman Jyang..."

Dressed in a dark green cheongsam with her back straight, Jyang Wanruo’s expression was icy cold.

"I’m sorry, but I indeed gave 0 points."

Jyang Wanruo said in a deep voice, "And I just revised it a moment ago. At first glance, your submission seemed pretty okay. But I’m sorry—your character profoundly disappoints me!"

The overwhelming joy in Chen Jiayuan’s eyes froze instantly, leaving him shell-shocked where he stood.

Jyang Wanruo continued, "Chen Jiayuan, I must say, I quite admire your bold and reckless nature. But if you take that as audacity, I regret to inform you that you’ve misunderstood profoundly! Who gave you the nerve to think you’re the only one smart here, while everyone else in the room is blind?"

"Not mentioning the designers present, even the judges invited today are industry experts! If someone plagiarized, do you think the judges wouldn’t see it and only you could? Is that what you think?"

"Additionally... taking a step back, even if someone did plagiarize, there are event staff members and judges present. You could’ve voiced your concerns for verification. But instead, you made unverified accusations—did you consider the consequences? If the accusations turn out to be false, have you thought about the negative impact your assumptions might have on the accused party, the organizers, or public perception? No, you didn’t think. You only thought about overthrowing those ahead of you so you could seize the championship. You only care about yourself!"

With cold disdain flashing in her gaze, Jyang Wanruo spoke next to the entire room of designers: "The mission of *Shining with You* has always been to allow every designer to shine brilliantly and ultimately become radiant jewelry designers. We provide the platform; you are responsible for showcasing your talent and illuminating the stage."

As her words ended, applause thunderously erupted.

The host returned to the stage, congratulating the winners of the first, second, and third prizes, along with the ten designers who received the Excellent Work Awards.

Prize ceremony.

Group photos.

The applause came in waves without end.

The flashing cameras illuminated the already bright venue, making it as radiant as daylight, with commotion everywhere.

But Chen Jiayuan seemed as though he heard nothing and saw nothing.

In his ears, only Jyang Wanruo’s almost condemning words echoed: "You only care about yourself—selfish and self-serving!"

From the audience seating, Wan Mingyi felt a dream-like surrealism washing over her.

Her original aim was to join the competition, gain experience, and use it as a stepping stone toward becoming a jewelry designer.

Even with Ye Li energetically cheering her on, she hadn’t dared to expect too much.

In her predictions, she wasn’t competing with others—just herself. As long as she survived the preliminary round, she would’ve considered it a win!

But now, she held the bronze award trophy.

Two designers away, at the center of the awarding lineup, Ye Li stood beaming, holding up the gold award trophy.

In a daze, Wan Mingyi finally understood why, after establishing her studio, Ye Li hadn’t rushed to recruit or promote her studio through advertisements.

Two months—merely two months after its founding—Ye Li’s Studio, comprised of just two people, had won the gold award, the bronze award, and one Excellent Work award.

What could be a better advertisement than this?

"Lizi, thank you! Thank you so much!"

Surrounded by crowds ushering her to the victory banquet, Wan Mingyi already felt drunk before touching alcohol.

Ye Li smiled. "Sister Mingyi, thank yourself instead! It’s your perseverance that created today’s glory. And in the future, we, you, me, and the studio—we will only grow stronger!"

"Yes, absolutely!"

Wan Mingyi nodded repeatedly.

"Ye Li!"

A crisp voice rang nearby, prompting Ye Li to turn back and see Jyang Wanruo approaching with a champagne glass in hand.

Ye Li paused, a smile surfacing in her eyes.

Now she understood why, despite meeting her only a few times, her mother so loved and adored her, lamenting that she didn’t have a son for her to marry.

As a fellow woman, Ye Li found herself liking her as well.

"Sister Wanruo, thank you!"

Ye Li raised her glass.

Seemingly caught off guard by the "Sister Wanruo" address, Jyang Wanruo smiled back and said, "I gave Chen Jiayuan a score of zero—not for you or anyone else."

"Understood, understood—I totally get it!"

Ye Li laughed. "Even though it wasn’t for me, it’s still so satisfying, so refreshing. I’ll take this favor!"

Lightly clinking glasses, Jyang Wanruo took a sip of her drink before smiling at Ye Li. "Ye Li, I’ve known you for two years. I’ve always admired your designs. I told you before—I came for you. Do you believe me now? If I had known sooner..."

Her words trailed off abruptly.

If she had known sooner that Ali was Ye Li.

If she had known sooner that Ye Li was Fu Yanci’s beloved.

Would she have given up?

Perhaps... she would’ve.

She was willing to fight and wait because Fu Yanci had always been alone. If she had known he cared for someone already, would she have insisted on getting close to him, falling for him? That would’ve been ridiculous!

But then again... maybe not?

An exceptional man like him—so long as he wasn’t married—wouldn’t anyone hold a sliver of hope?

Never give up without proof!

Ah, who’s to say?

You can’t buy hindsight with a fortune; there’s no "if" in this world.

"Sister Wanruo, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing..."

Jyang Wanruo smiled and shook her head. "If I’d known you’d win the gold award today, I’d have brought out my stash of good wine!"

Ye Li smiled even brighter. "No worries—we’ll invite you to dinner with Fu Yanci. We’ll drink ’til dawn!"

"Sounds great!"

Jyang Wanruo nodded.

Their eyes met, brimming with mutual admiration. Ye Li and Jyang Wanruo clinked glasses and drank together once again.

In the restroom tucked away in the banquet hall’s corner, Wan Mingyi looked into the mirror and patted her face lightly.

Drunk not on wine but on the heady sense of achievement—she couldn’t tell whether her dizziness came from the champagne or the intoxicating fruits of victory.

Wave after wave of designers approached her to congratulate her on winning the bronze award, some even handing her business cards inviting her to collaborate at their studios.

The cold stares and unfair blame she endured over the past three years vanished entirely tonight.

Thinking of tomorrow—limitless skies for birds to soar and vast oceans for fish to leap—Wan Mingyi felt all her past hardships had been worthwhile!

So worth it!

Turning to leave, Wan Mingyi decided she wouldn’t leave the party sober tonight.

Just as she grabbed the door handle, a familiar voice rang from outside.

"Let go!"

Usually playful and always with a hint of laughter, Luo Changchuan’s voice now carried suppressed anger. "Wen Zhiyi, I’ll say it again—let go!"

"I won’t let go—I just won’t let go... Luo Changchuan, I left without saying goodbye so I could become better and stronger when I returned to you. I did it for our future—why can’t you understand me?"

Upon hearing the haughty female voice, Wan Mingyi raised an eyebrow.

Ex-girlfriend?

This scene—oh, she knew it well!

Wan Mingyi pushed the door open and stepped outside.