Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
Chapter 279: Slap in the Face (2)

Chapter 279: Chapter 279: Slap in the Face (2)

Everyone turned their gaze toward Jiang Fanyue’s seat.

At this moment, her face was completely devoid of color!

No amount of makeup could hide her paleness, nor could her fine clothes conceal the shivering of her body.

How could this be!

How could this possibly be!

The manuscript was clearly handpicked by her from a large pile belonging to a designer of the Jiang Family; it was one that had been discarded and not used, and even the designer themselves might not remember they had such a work.

Every design that they were able to buy back had cost the Jiang Family money!

Suddenly, she realized, wasn’t Designer J precisely the fashion designer upon whom the Jiang Family used to rely for survival?

A chill wrapped around her so coldly, she could not move her entire body.

The world actually had such coincidences!

She originally thought that even if she used some controversial designs, no one would have evidence to nail her, but...

Everything had just collided with the muzzle of a gun!

Gu Jiaheng looked at her in disbelief, and the reporters and the interpreter were also stunned.

After all the commotion, it turned out that these were works Jiang Fanyue had plagiarized from somewhere!

No wonder the judges had spoken so highly of her design, and why they were so excited and thrilled to award high scores, only to later strip away her championship!

And the 1.5 points that were deducted from her score were for the parts she had unilaterally adjusted because she felt they were unreasonable and couldn’t be made into actual garments!

"It’s really laughable. Instead of reflecting on herself after being disqualified by the organizers, she actually came to question them!"

"If it were me, I’d have quickly skedaddled by now. Who would have thought someone could believe they were completely innocent?"

"This is what it means to get caught red-handed! Where did she even get Designer J’s designs from?"

"Designer J’s manuscripts were seen by many editors, reviewers, proofreaders, and printers. Any step in the process could have led to a leak, so it’s normal for Jiang Fanyue to know about it."

"How could she dare!"

"She probably didn’t expect that this work would be released right at this time, thinking that if she snatched the championship first, everything would be fine."

"Some people would rather gain infamy than to never be famous at all!"

Jiang Zhe lazily raised his eyebrows, looking at Jiang Fanyue as if to say, how about that, is it enough?

Liang Hani spoke gravely, "You’ve all seen our evidence. Because of this, Jiang Fanyue’s qualification was revoked, along with her eligibility to attend the award ceremony. Considering Jiang Fanyue is not of age yet, we had no intention of announcing this publicly, hoping she would realize her mistake and not persist in her delusion. But we did not expect her to come to the venue and challenge us.

Since this is the case, it is only right to make a public clarification. We hope that everyone takes this as a warning and does not go astray.

This is our explanation regarding this matter, and it ends here.

We hope to bring it to a close without affecting the upcoming awards."

Jiang Fanyue felt a burning pain on her face. What more could she say?

All the discussions, no matter the language, were being simultaneously interpreted into her ears.

She turned and ran out.

Gu Jiaheng, fearing she might do something rash, chased after her.

The reporters also quickly turned off the live broadcast.

On the stage, the host made a few comments to smoothen the situation and continued with the awards ceremony.

The incident that just happened quickly became a minor interlude; everyone was only concerned with the status of the champion, and Jiang Fanyue became the talk of the town.

Xun Yining ascended the stage, delivering her speech with composure and confidence.

Back in the domestic scene, although the live streaming had already paused, it didn’t stop the incident from fermenting.

Previously, Jiang Fanyue’s press releases were everywhere, making it seem as though she had already clinched the championship and become a renowned designer, just waiting for celebrities to knock on her door for her exclusive designs.

The twist came too swiftly, the slap in the face too painful, and everyone who flooded into the live stream found it hilarious.

"Both surnamed Jiang, one giving marks on stage, while the other begs for food offstage."

"Not to say I told you so, but Jiang Zhe is really handsome! His face-slapping is so decisive, not an extra word!"

"Forget about everything else, today I’ve claimed the title of ’husband’ for Jiang Zhe! Can someone tell me how to marry Jiang Zhe?"

"Dream on, Jiang Zhe and I are already married!"

"Wake up upstairs, Jiang Zhe is my husband."

"One works seriously and keeps a low profile; I haven’t even heard his name before. The other is all over the trending searches with press releases, and this is the result? This is it?"

"Without watching the live stream, I can’t believe Jiang Fanyue is this eager to get slapped in the face!"

"After offering up the left cheek and then the right, who wouldn’t honor her with the title of fool?"

"It’s sad enough that a girl couldn’t win the championship; how can you all be so heartless? Move aside, let me do the scolding: Jiang Fanyue has humiliated herself internationally, the fool!"

Everyone who had previously counted on her to win glory for the country suddenly felt as disgusted as if they had eaten a fly.

The scandal escalated too rapidly, with an overwhelming number of netizens getting involved, far beyond what Jiang Fanyue’s few reporters or press releases could manage.

Retailers that had pre-ordered Jiang Zhe’s clothing now felt they were left holding a hot potato.

Worried it would lead not to profits but to losses.

So, they asked to cancel their orders, forgoing even their deposits.

Liang Jinlan was leisurely playing mahjong at home.

Knowing she was about to make a hefty profit, the other ladies at the mahjong table flattered her non-stop: "You’re so lucky to have such a capable daughter."

"You’ve all made a hefty profit for over a decade now, and this time you’re going to earn even more."

"Don’t forget to treat us to a meal when you do."

"I won’t forget," Liang Jinlan played a tile, "Two character! Don’t you all have investments? When the profits come in, you’ll get your share too, won’t you?"

"Oh my, we benefit just by being associated with you. When Fanyue comes back, we’ll take her out to dinner!"

Liang Jinlan boasted triumphantly, "No need to be so modest, I can have Fanyue treat you every day!"

The company’s manager rushed in, flustered.

Seeing his anxiety, Liang Jinlan was displeased, "What’s the hurry? Hasn’t the stock been prepared well in advance?"

"Everyone is returning their goods. Some have even returned the merchandise they had already received."

"What happened?" Liang Jinlan still didn’t take it too seriously.

"Miss Jiang’s work plagiarized designer J, she lost the championship, and netizens are aware."

At this, Liang Jinlan’s mahjong tiles became a chaotic jumble, clattering loudly.

"How is that possible?" She didn’t believe it!

Jiang Fanyue was such a good girl! How could she possibly plagiarize!

The manager couldn’t care less whether she believed it or not, "The sir is out of town and can’t return for now. He said to have you handle it first; he will rush back first thing tomorrow morning."

Liang Jinlan finally believed, completely panicked, "Even if the competition entry was plagiarized, there are still other designs, we have many other designs, how can they all be returned?"

The manager always thought she was shortsighted, no wonder the once profitable business had been driven into the ground. Was this just about one plagiarized work?

Their reputation was completely destroyed, and yet she was still talking about one piece of plagiarized work!

With the roots rotten, the branches had long lost their place to thrive!

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