Chapter 69 Kill Song Xinran

Finally, she sneered, "This isn't a manuscript at all. At most, it's just a copy you made."

Song Xinran glanced at her and said, "Sang Wan, don't let me look down on you."

After saying this, she didn't even look at Sang Wan again, and left in style under the escort of her bodyguards.

Only Sang Wan was left standing there, enduring everyone's accusations and curses.

"This is too shameless. Instead of being in the entertainment industry, he comes here to try to scam people."

"She said that others' works were just copies, but I never saw her produce her own manuscripts."

Sang Wan sneered, she lost.

Crushed by a plagiarist.

Lu Tingzhou, who was still working overtime in a meeting, turned his head when he saw Lin Hao hurriedly handing him the phone.

After seeing the trending searches online, he coldly ordered, "Clean it up and book a flight to Beijing."

He was originally going to go tomorrow, but her little fox was injured, so how could she sit still?

I quickly ended the video and called Sang Wan.

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. A soft and aggrieved voice came, "Hello!"

"Is the design manuscript still there?"

Lu Tingzhou had no time to comfort her, she believed Sang Wan.

"In Jingyuan's study."

"Trust me, go back to the hotel and have a good rest."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Tingzhou went directly to Jingyuan.

It seems like I should have a good talk with Song Xinran.

Sang Wan didn't go out after returning to the hotel. When she saw that the news on the Internet was gone, she knew that Lu Tingzhou had taken action.

At this time, Song Xinran was giving an exclusive interview to a top fashion magazine.

The woman in the camera has delicate makeup and a decent smile. She is the champion that everyone is paying attention to.

The reporter handed the recorder forward, his tone full of curiosity and exploration.

"Ms. Song, could you share with us the original intention behind the creation of the work 'Stars'?"

Song Xinran's fingertips gently brushed across the trophy at hand, and the cool touch made her curl her lips.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes casting a silhouette under her eyes, and her voice was filled with just the right amount of reminiscence and tenderness.

"About two years ago."

"At that time, I fell in love with a man."

Her voice was very soft, with a hint of shyness like a young girl in love, which successfully piqued everyone's interest.

"He was very kind to me and took care of me in every possible way."

"When I need help the most, you are always there for me."

Lu Tingzhou's cold and handsome face emerged in Song Xinran's mind.

She knew that Lu Tingzhou's kindness to her was out of compensation for the past and out of guilt and responsibility towards Sheng An.

But so what?

She didn't believe that long-term companionship could not warm a stone.

Today is the best time for her to make this ambiguous relationship public and completely bind them.

"At that time, I was thinking that if I could marry him one day in the future, I would definitely design a wedding dress for myself."

Tears of emotion welled up in her eyes, and her acting skills were comparable to those of a movie queen.

"He gave me 'Stars'. From our villa abroad at night we could see the vast night sky with twinkling stars."

The reporter keenly grasped this topic and immediately asked:

"Some time ago, there were rumors online that you were about to marry into the Lu family because of your son's status. May I ask, is the man you're attracted to the Lu Group's president, Mr. Lu Tingzhou?"

Song Xinran did not answer directly.

She just raised her hand, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, and revealed a shy and helpless smile.

"Everyone will know when the time comes."

Neither admit nor deny.

This is the most brilliant affirmation.

Sang Wan watched the live interview and felt sad and painful. Were they ever so happy?

…

Meanwhile, in the car heading to the airport.

Lu Tingzhou was looking down at the live broadcast on the tablet, wanting to see what she would say, but he didn't expect her to actually start acting.

They lived in two villas abroad, which were not even adjacent to each other. After she said that, it seemed as if they lived together.

Song Xinran's shy and tacit look made him look angry.

very good.

His attempt to make up for his guilt actually made her have thoughts that she shouldn't have.

Then you can't blame him for being ruthless.

He could ignore her using his son to get close to him, but Sang Wan was his bottom line.

He transferred the manuscript of "Stars" on his phone to Lin Hao and said, "Send it to the organizers of the Dreamweaver Cup."

"Tell them to give Sang Wan justice."

He paused, tapping his fingertips lightly on the screen.

"I don't want to see the word 'plagiarism' in any public channel."

This was the last dignity he gave to Song Xinran.

It was also a warning to her.

Song Xinran’s live interview had just ended, and she was immersed in the joy of winning the championship and crushing Sang Wan.

Suddenly, the official Weibo account of the "Dreamweaver Cup" issued an emergency statement.

Apology Statement Regarding the Voting Statistical Error in the "Dreamweaver Cup" Finalist Work "Stars"

In the statement, the organizer announced the cancellation of "Xingchen"'s qualification and results for the finals due to "backstage technical failure, which caused some voting data to be abnormal."

Therefore, the champion of this "Dreamweaver Cup" will be won by the original second place, "Chu Xiao".

This Weibo post quickly spread on the Internet.

"Holy crap, what a reversal? So Song Xinran's award was fake?"

"The vote count is wrong? Such a bug in such a big competition, what a lie!"

"The naive person above is clearly caught plagiarizing. The organizers are trying to save face for the plagiarist."

"I've felt something was wrong for a long time. How could Sang Wan slander someone for no reason?"

The direction of public opinion reversed instantly.

But soon, another voice became increasingly prevalent.

"Haha, the boss behind Sang Wan took action, right? He rushed to the point of anger for his beloved and directly killed Song Xinran."

"That's right, the organizers are being vague. Should they give a clear explanation as to whether it's plagiarism or not? Why are they being so defensive?"

The two voices clashed fiercely online, pushing the controversy to a new climax.

Song Xinran looked at the glaring statement on the phone screen, and the color on his face faded completely.

She is not a fool.

What voting error?

This is clearly Lu Tingzhou's work!

It was he who, for Sang Wan, personally sent her from the clouds into hell.

Hatred grows in my heart.

She couldn't figure it out.

How could the man who had been so tolerant and protective of her and her son become so cold-blooded?

Just for that bitch Sang Wan?

Why?

…

In the hotel room.

Sang Wan had just received an apology call from the organizers, who had confirmed that "Xingchen" was not Song Xinran's original work. They not only congratulated her on winning the championship, but also promised to reissue the trophy and prize money to her as soon as possible.

She hung up the phone, feeling like she was in an unreal trance.

Thinking of Lu Tingzhou's face, she couldn't help but bite her lip and chuckle. He is indeed a wealthy sponsor, so efficient.

Before she could digest the news, a strange number came in fiercely.

Sang Wan pressed the answer button.

Song Xinran's sharp and resentful roar was immediately heard from the other end of the phone.

"Sang Wan, I have never seen a woman more despicable than you."

"How can you be so complacent with Lu Tingzhou? How can you be worthy of your mother? She was indirectly killed by Lu Tingzhou. Aren't you afraid that your mother will die with regrets?"

The sharp and piercing voice made Sang Wan hold the phone farther away and let her call.

"Lu Tingzhou is actually going to destroy me for you."

Song Xinran's voice on the phone was already hysterical.

"In that case, then we can't expect to have an easy life."

"Sang Wan, just wait for me."

“Beep—”

The call was hung up.

Sang Wan held the phone, his knuckles white and his whole body cold.

The night deepens outside the window.

Lu Tingzhou walked out of the airport. The evening breeze was chilly and blew up the corners of his black coat.

Lin Hao stepped forward and said, "Mr. Lu, we've already arranged a car. Are we going directly to Miss Sang's hotel?"

Lu Tingzhou's bottomless eyes looked at the bright lights of the city in the distance, and two words came out of his thin lips.

"No rush."

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Xinran, let's meet now."

Half an hour later.

In the VIP box of a high-end club in Beijing.

Lu Tingzhou sat on the sofa, his long legs crossed, his posture dignified and aloof.

He didn't touch the tea on the table, but just looked out the window quietly, emitting a powerful aura that kept strangers away.

The door of the box was pushed open.

Song Xinran walked in quickly. Her eyes were red and her face was covered with tears. She looked like she had been bullied and wronged.

"Tingzhou..."

She spoke, her voice choked with sobs.

However, Lu Tingzhou didn't even turn his head.

He just turned his face to the side, and glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes behind the lenses.

"sit."

One word, without any emotion.

Song Xinran's heart sank suddenly, and she sat down obediently on the sofa opposite.

There was deathly silence in the box.

After a long time, Lu Tingzhou finally spoke slowly, his voice calm and without any warmth.

"Song Xinran."

He called her by her full name, and the sense of alienation suddenly intensified.

"My compensation to you is not to make you have any thoughts that you shouldn't have."

Song Xinran's body trembled violently.

"I don't……"

"You know whether you have it or not." Lu Tingzhou interrupted her. There was no emotion in his tone, but it carried a suffocating sense of oppression.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes as dark as ink, fixed on her.

"Remember, my patience and compensation have their limits."

"You can continue to be a fashion designer, take the money I give you, and live a stable life."

"but……"

His voice was filled with warning.

"Don't touch Sang Wan again."

"Otherwise, I don't mind letting you know what it means to have nothing."

"I owe Sheng An, but I don't owe you. I will be responsible for Sheng An's child until he grows up. As for you, once you have other thoughts, you will no longer be within my responsibility."