Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 376 An Yan’s Designer Vest Dropped

Chapter 376: Chapter 376 An Yan’s Designer Vest Dropped

Everyone in the audience held their breath, watching as the fox mask was slowly taken off.

People gasped deeply, their eyes filled with astonishment, shock, or confusion.

After a brief silence, Fu Jinqiao sprang to her feet, "Mieh mieh mieh!"

Mieh mieh mieh?

The audience thought her exclamation was so full of surprise that it sounded like a special sheep’s bleat and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Fu Jinqiao, wearing a white lace ankle-length dress, in a panic, lifted her dress and took a few quick steps towards An Yan. She stumbled forward, nearly kneeling, but was caught by a pair of hands.

She looked at the woman in front of her, "Younger Auntie, so you’re Mie Jue? No, you’re Galaxy?"

An Yan nodded, "Yes."

She smiled towards everyone, "I’m sorry for not having introduced myself as Galaxy before. This is the first time I meet everyone in this identity." Then, using Galaxy’s voice, she greeted, "Hello everyone, I am the designer from Galaxy Design Studio, Galaxy."

Fu Jinqiao understood that when An Yan was pretending to be Galaxy, she had changed her voice.

She was both shocked and delighted. It never crossed her mind that Galaxy could be An Yan, her younger auntie.

Beyond her excitement, she couldn’t help but twitch her mouth, as she had previously told An Yan that Galaxy was Old Nun Mie Jue.

It was truly a case of embarrassment inviting more embarrassment—embarrassment had come home!

An Yan read the tangled thoughts on her face and tapped her forehead gently, "Let’s deal with the current issue first. We’ll postpone taking photos."

Fu Jinqiao uttered an ’Oh’ and scampered back to her seat.

Mu Qianfan glanced at Fu Shiyan—the man’s expression was unchanged, "So, you also didn’t know that Little Five was Galaxy, huh?"

Fu Shiyan smiled faintly, "I must have known before my amnesia. Not remembering after isn’t embarrassing. But for you, as her third brother, not knowing is inexcusable! I remember Yanyan often brought back designs from Galaxy for you."

Mu Qianfan: "...And now, I’m the third brother again?"

Fu Shiyan smirked, "If you don’t want to be the third brother, you can always be the nephew-in-law."

Mu Qianfan felt somewhat overwhelmed by this generation gap issue, that old dog Fu really knew how to play the family card to annoy others.

While the men bantered, Fu Jinqiao excitedly grabbed Zhou Ziqiao’s hand, "Ziqiao, I truly hadn’t expected my younger auntie to be Galaxy. No wonder she said Galaxy looked abstract, after all, she’s not someone to comment randomly on others’ appearances—she was referring to herself. But you, you knew her identity all along, didn’t you?"

Zhou Ziqiao recounted the incident with the ear clip.

Fu Jinqiao muttered, "I’m just relieved you didn’t know much earlier than I did; this balances my feelings."

Zhou Ziqiao found Fu Jinqiao cute, even though they were about the same age, she didn’t have the same innocence and cheerfulness.

She instinctively glared at the man next to her, feeling it was all his fault.

Mu Shaoze caught Zhou Ziqiao’s dissatisfaction and cleared his throat, "I didn’t know that was Little Five either, or I wouldn’t have called her Voldemort."

Zhou Ziqiao was speechless—was she glaring at him because of this?

The audience’s murmuring was long in subsiding.

At this moment, Zhuo An on stage was indignant, "Mu Anyan is Galaxy? Impossible, that’s impossible! You must be impersonating Galaxy! Those sketches were drawn by Galaxy for you!"

Fu Jinqiao suddenly thought of something and stood up abruptly, "I have evidence that proves those sketches were drawn by my younger auntie!"

She fished out her phone from her bag, "I have photos and videos on my phone of my younger auntie working on the sketches—those are the original versions! These are the ones Zhuo An plagiarized!"

She came to the computer, connected via Bluetooth, and imported and played the photos and videos.

The evidence was laid bare before everyone’s eyes, and since the photos and videos had timestamps, Zhuo An’s plagiarism was indisputable.

Fu Jinqiao pointed at Zhuo An and cursed loudly, "You brainless thing! You plagiarized five years ago, and you’re still plagiarizing now, you’re nothing but a plagiarism dog!"

Zhuo An still attempted to prevaricate, "Who knows if you guys didn’t stage this! Even if I did plagiarize, it was only from Galaxy, how can you prove that Mu Anyan is Galaxy?"

Su Yue glared at her coldly, "It’s common knowledge that Galaxy Design Studio has two founders, one is me, and the other is Mu Anyan. She’s very low-key; despite having so many identities, she never shows off. The world-class designer Galaxy is just one of her identities."

She stepped down from the stage and approached the computer, opening her own email inbox, containing design drafts sent by An Yan over the course of nine years.

All were thoroughly convinced.

Zhuo An felt she was finished; she looked toward the backstage, where Moon’s figure had long disappeared.

She wanted to say that all of this was Moon’s doing, but the moment she confessed, no one would help her deal with Mu Anyan anymore.

She swallowed her bitterness in silence.

She fell to the ground, wailing and crying.

Soon, the police arrived, arrested Zhuo An on charges of plagiarism, and scheduled to transfer her to Hua Country for trial.

Zhuo An was dumbfounded, "What jail? I’m not going to jail!"

She was completely in a panic, initially thinking that being expelled from the design community was the end of it, not expecting to shoulder criminal responsibility.

She shouted, "I wasn’t the mastermind, I was just an accomplice, it was Moon, she told me to do it! Mu Anyan, go settle the score with her! That woman hates you, she wanted to destroy you!"

An Yan raised a hand to signal the police to wait, "Do you have any other valuable clues related to her?"

Zhuo An suddenly realized, she only knew that the woman was called Moon, who had opened the MC Studio, but nothing beyond that.

Seeing her frozen, An Yan curved her lips, grabbed the microphone, and asked the staff to turn on the exhibition center’s loudspeakers, "Moon, Su Manxi, long time no see. I didn’t expect such a great gift from you, stripping off my designer alias must feel like an achievement, right? I assume it does, since you’ve finally tasted the slap in the face you wished for. Now that you’ve run away, better hide well, don’t let me catch you."

At that moment, Su Manxi, who had fled to the side door of the exhibition center, turned back and glared venomously at the direction of the venue, then was covered with a large coat by a man wearing a cap and mask and left.

They avoided the cameras, passed through some dark alleys, and got into a car.

Su Manxi smashed the car windowsill in fury, "Why! Why! Why does she still dominate over me after all these years!"

The man held her hand, "Wouldn’t it be better to let go of the hatred?"

Su Manxi jerked her hand away, "Why should I! My parents are still suffering in jail. All because of that wretched woman!"

"What do you want to do?"

Su Manxi ground her teeth, "I want to kill her!"

She leaned against the man, "Anan, you’ll help me, won’t you?"

"Yes."

"Anan, if you help me kill her, I’ll run away with you to a far-off place, go into hiding, and have a few more kids."

Anan was quite moved, "Alright, I’ll help you."

Su Manxi looked up at him, "In a few days, it will be Mu Qianfan and Fu Jinqiao’s wedding, and that wretched Anyan is very fond of her niece."

Anan understood her implication, and nodded, "Don’t worry, I won’t disappoint you."