"Yang Qinglin, you are intelligent, but unfortunately you did not use your intelligence for the right thing."

"The righteous path? Hahahaha!"

Yang Qinglin seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world and burst into laughter.

After he finished laughing, he looked at Ye Yun with a pitiful expression and retorted righteously, "You think I haven't tried the right path? But what could I do? I couldn't come up with any good works. I stayed up all night, drawing stroke by stroke, but all the manuscripts I submitted were rejected! Do you understand that feeling of trying your best but still being powerless? How could a genius like you, who can create a work of art with just a few strokes, understand the pain of us ordinary folks!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke.

Ye Yun fell silent for a moment, a rare occurrence.

But soon, she also scoffed.

"A genius? I'm not."

She gazed at Yang Qinglin's slightly surprised expression, shrugged nonchalantly, and said indifferently, "I'm not a genius, and I don't care. I only know that one should be down-to-earth. I did have some advantages, but at least I didn't steal from others. You say no one understands your suffering from being born dull-witted, but do you understand the suffering of those whose hard work you stole?"

After hearing her words, Yang Qinglin's laughter gradually faded.

He looked up at Ye Yun, a hint of mockery on his scarred face. "But you have so many inspirations, what's wrong with me stealing a little?"

Snap!

Ye Yun raised her hand and slapped him.

"All those inspirations you mentioned were learned bit by bit by Director Chen himself in the port area! He's not as smart as you, he doesn't know your underhanded methods, and he can't even say a flattering word. But he's willing to learn and dedicated to learning. Every piece of work you stole was the result of him working tirelessly day and night, and you call it 'what's wrong with you stealing'? Yang Qinglin, you don't respect your peers, so you deserve to be unable to produce anything!"

A slap sent Yang Qinglin's head tilting to the side.

Already bruised and swollen, Yang Qinglin now had a red, swollen handprint on his face. He stared blankly at the ground, his eyes vacant, as if he had fallen into a daze.

"You're too eager for quick success and your heart is too dirty. It's no wonder you can't make good clothes."

Too lazy to reason with this person anymore, Ye Yun grabbed Qin Zheng's hand, turned around, and walked out without looking back.

"etc……"

Suddenly a voice called out from behind.

Ye Yun paused in her steps.

Turning her head, she saw Yang Qinglin raise his weathered old face, staring blankly at her, "I didn't tell her to touch you."

"What?"

“I only let her cause trouble, I didn’t let her hurt you, and I didn’t even mention that you were pregnant…” Yang Qinglin stammered.

Ye Yun frowned.

Was that something Lin Jiao did on a whim?

"Ye Yun".

A voice interrupted her thoughts.

Jiang Yuan handed over a piece of paper, with black and white writing on it, clearly stating that Yang Qinglin had instigated and instructed Lin Jiao to harm Ye Yun.

"Is there anything we need to add?"

Ye Yun took the paper and glanced at its contents.

Qin Zheng watched it with her.

The man, who had always disliked words, was unusually patient this time, reading with utmost care and attention.

"What is this?" Yang Qinglin realized something was wrong and his expression turned panicked.

Ye Yun glanced at him indifferently.

Qin Zheng, being kind-hearted, calmly asked, "Your... confession?"

"What?!"

Yang Qinglin stared at the piece of paper in disbelief and horror.

How come he has a confession?!

"You've already hit me! You've already verbally abused me! I've even admitted my mistakes! Why do I still need a confession?! What exactly do you want?!"

"Of course, it's to...do you!"

Gu Jin snatched the confession and handed it to Yang Qinglin with a grin. "You've confessed everything, haven't you? Come on, be a good boy and put your fingerprint here!"

Before Yang Qinglin could react, she grabbed his hand and smeared some of his nosebleed on it.

Snap!

A red handprint was pressed onto the confession!