Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 226: Are You Seducing Me?

Chapter 226: Chapter 226: Are You Seducing Me?

Su Yue looked at An Yan.

An Yan nodded, "Go ahead."

Su Yue immediately dispatched someone to pull up the surveillance footage.

The large screen displayed the surveillance footage, showing Ruan Qingqing searching around several assistants’ workstations and spending the longest time at An Yan’s station.

Everyone looked at Ruan Qingqing, who froze for a moment before quickly realizing that she was under suspicion.

Ruan Qingqing said, "At that time, I received a call from Teacher Zhuo, who said her blueprint was misplaced at one of the assistant’s desks, and asked me to look for it. Later, she told me it seemed to be at An Yan’s place."

Zhuo An sternly denied, "I only assigned you some tasks. When did I ask you to look for blueprints?"

Ruan Qingqing was shocked; she hadn’t expected Zhuo An to lie.

"It’s true, she really asked me to look for the blueprints, and even told me to search in An Yan’s drawer. I said An Yan wasn’t there, and I couldn’t do that, so I stopped. Teacher Zhuo, why would you do this to me?"

Zhuo An shook her head, "Ruan Qingqing, you and An Yan might be close, but there’s no need to throw dirt on me. Only you have been in and out of my office these days. How do you explain that my sketches got leaked?"

Everyone understood.

Zhuo An implied that Ruan Qingqing stole the sketches for An Yan and Zhou Wenwen, and then staged a drama to create the illusion that Zhuo An had instructed Ruan Qingqing to steal them.

The gaze of the crowd turned to An Yan and Zhou Wenwen, filled with contempt and astonishment.

Zhou Wenwen cried out in anger, "Zhuo An, you are blatantly slandering me!"

Zhuo An smiled, "An Yan has not said a word until now, isn’t that akin to an admission? An Yan, I used to respect you. As Mrs. Fu, the Mu family heiress, and a friend of President Su, you started from an assistant in the design studio, but I never expected you to collaborate with my assistant to slander me and plagiarize my sketches. What do designers hate the most? They hate plagiarism most of all!"

She choked up, "Mrs. Fu, you have both fame and wealth, why would you do this?"

In the conference room, only the sobs of Zhuo An could be heard.

An Yan slightly raised an eyebrow, "Are you done spouting nonsense?"

Su Yue chuckled, "Sorry, please continue."

An Yan pulled over a laptop, "Sorry for not informing everyone. Each designer’s laptop and desktop computer at Galaxy Design Studio are equipped with an automatic monitoring system. Every action taken on these devices is monitored and recorded, and cannot be destroyed."

As she finished speaking, Zhuo An’s face turned noticeably paler, but she masked it well, quickly regaining her composure.

An Yan curled her lips, "Zhuo An, plagiarism is despised in the design circle, yet you knowingly committed it."

Zhuo An, directly accused of plagiarism by An Yan, was furious, "What proof do you have that I plagiarized?"

An Yan’s fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, displaying lines of code.

After hitting Enter, she turned the laptop towards everyone.

The screen displayed the process of opening a document and copying and pasting the original draft, then modifying it bit by bit into the draft Zhuo An had shown.

Zhuo An’s lips were tightly pursed, her eyes filled with hatred, devoid of any guilt.

She gritted her teeth, "Maybe this is just your way of muddling through, getting someone to frame me! You’re framing me!"

An Yan scoffed lightly, "So you refuse to be at peace until you reach a dead end. I caught someone moving the documents and drafts to your computer’s trash just now. He’s just a minor hacker, yet he really thought he could be a top hacker! He met a miserable fate."

Zhuo An felt as if she had been stripped and whipped in public, unable to save face, she stood up and walked towards the conference room door.

An Yan spoke indifferently, "Thinking of leaving just like that?"

Zhuo An whipped around, her expression ferocious, "What more do you want?"

"Nowadays, plagiarists are so righteous?" An Yan stood up and turned around, commanding authority without anger, "It’s really giving you too much face."

Zhuo An’s eyes were bloodshot, her fists clenched, "You’re just an assistant, you have no right to talk!"

"Just an assistant? You took an assistant’s opinion? You copied an A-level designer’s original draft? You constantly despise this and that, yet you have done the most despised thing," An Yan said solemnly. "Galaxy Design Studio will issue a global notice about Zhuo An, banning the plagiarist from the circle. According to the studio’s rule, once a contract is terminated due to plagiarism, the penalty is five million."

Zhuo An trembled all over, as if plunged into an ice cellar.

She squeezed out a few words through her teeth, "You’re not the boss, you have no right to speak!"

Su Yue stood up and put an arm around An Yan’s shoulders, "An Yan is my best friend, and her words represent mine."

Zhuo An then glanced at the stunning original draft, as if her soul was captured, wanting it at any cost.

She felt that by obtaining it, she could become a presence like Galaxy.

Little did she know that damn An Yan would have her in a bind.

Zhuo An ultimately didn’t lose her rationale completely to fight An Yan to the end; she took a deep breath, "It’s just five million, I accept!"

Su Yue looked at Gao Min, "Director Gao, terminate the labor contract with Zhuo An."

Then he turned to Qingqing, "Qingqing, some people have unclean hands. Keep an eye on them, don’t let them take anything from the design studio. Also, supervise her until she’s paid off the five million before she leaves."

Zhuo An turned her head and strode away, like a proud yet defeated peacock, believing herself to be dignified but in reality completely disheveled.

The meeting room erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Zhou Wenwen excitedly grasped An Yan’s hand, "An Yan, you’re amazing! You cracked a plagiarism case in just a few moments."

"It’s because the design studio system was updated recently, otherwise, we couldn’t have caught her red-handed." An Yan sighed lightly, "People really can be blinded by their interests. Zhuo An was one of the earliest designers at Galaxy, and yet she ended up doing something like this."

Su Yue patted her shoulder, "People change. Zhuo An is still quite talented, perhaps there will be design studios that will sign her. Next time we meet, we’ll be business rivals on the commercial battlefield."

An Yan nodded in agreement.

Someone asked, "An Yan, you said that hacker had a miserable fate; how miserable was it?"

An Yan curved her lips, "All the money in his accounts was transferred away. From now on, anytime he registers a card or opens an account using his own name, the deposits will disappear too."

Everyone: "..."

An Yan giggled, "You guys really believed that! I’m just teasing you. Let’s adjourn the meeting!"

Everyone: "..."

At four in the afternoon, An Yan and Su Yue walked out of the design studio and saw a man leaning against the car door, making a phone call.

Su Yue clicked her tongue, "You can’t deny that Old Dog Fu is actually handsome—the eyes, nose, and mouth, among men, his looks are top-notch."

An Yan laughed, "What about Si Heng then?"

"He is just a budget version."

An Yan burst into laughter, "Little Yueyue, how can you tease people like this? Doctor Si is still very handsome."

"Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives. I have to attend a family dinner with him tonight; this is like being forcefully bundled together." Su Yue helped someone down the stairs, "Alright, wish you and Old Dog Fu a wonderful evening. I’m off!"

An Yan waved her hand, "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Fu Shiyan switched to French, said goodbye to the person on the phone, and hung up.

He stepped forward, arms opened wide, "Give me a hug."

An Yan stepped forward and leaned in to hug him.

The space between them was comically occluded by her large belly.

Fu Shiyan said, "It’s almost time to unload the cargo."

"Are you looking forward to it that much?"

"Of course, when that time comes, I want to give you a proper hug, and then..."

An Yan chided him, "No ’then’ follows."

Fu Shiyan pinched her cheek, "Come on, let’s go to the maternity store to buy some maternity essentials."

Because An Yan’s belly was growing bigger, about by the eighth month of pregnancy, she would venture out less, so it was necessary to prepare everything as soon as possible.

The couple drove to the maternity store and began selecting cribs, clothes, pants, and diapers, moisturizing oils, talcum powders, and other essentials, buying two of everything they could use.

An Yan couldn’t let go of the pink clothes and skirts.

Fu Shiyan ruffled her hair, "Pink clothes are fine for boys too, let’s buy a few of them."

An Yan thought about it, "Then let’s buy four. I think, actually, boys can also wear skirts when they’re little, right?"

Fu Shiyan: "..."

He hadn’t managed to say they couldn’t, when An Yan had already added two pale pink skirts to the shopping cart.

She snapped back to reality and asked him, "Were you going to say something?"

Fu Shiyan’s lips curved slightly, "I was going to say, whatever the wife says is right."

An Yan smiled, "That’s more like it."

They also bought numerous maternity clothes before heading home.

An Yan had become a bit plumper than before, but her limbs were still slim.

While Fu Shiyan cooked, she took the opportunity to practice some yoga.

Footsteps approached; An Yan was kneeling on the yoga mat, her hands supporting the ground, and the pose looked somewhat seductive.

Fu Shiyan came closer and accidentally nudged her a bit.

An Yan turned her head to glare at him, "What are you doing?"

Fu Shiyan chuckled, "You’re tempting me."