Cheat on Me? I'll Turn to the Capital's Crown Prince to Annoy the Scumbag

On their wedding day, her husband ran off to a foreign country to be with his secretary.

Cheat on me? Let's see who can cheat better! Lin Qingtong turned around and took a strikingly hand...

Chapter Thirty-Six: Want to Know Who He Voted For

Before Lin Jiaorui could react, Lin Qingtong had already projected an even more perfect design draft.

This design, with its bold color blocking, is pleasing to the eye and never gets old.

Most importantly, it has many ingenious designs, with ample storage space, hiding almost everything that can be hidden.

A new nanny's room and a storage room were also created separately, but this did not affect the overall spaciousness of the area.

The surrounding employees stared in disbelief, especially when the design drafts were placed next to Lin Jiaorui's.

Lin Qingtong's is simply overwhelming, combining beauty, practicality, and luxury.

This design was drawn by Lin Qingtong after she had taken a nap last night. She got up again and stayed up all night to draw it, finally falling asleep at 5:30 a.m.

Lin Jiaorui's expression grew increasingly grim, but she forced herself to argue, "That doesn't prove I took yours."

Lin Qingtong raised her hand and made a gesture, then slowly uttered a sentence from her red lips.

"Who said this is my evidence?"

The next second, she took out the monitoring software on her computer and directly captured Lin Jiaorui copying her design drafts to a USB drive.

With the evidence now irrefutable, Lin Jiaorui's face turned pale and then red, and she couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

She hadn't expected Lin Qingtong to have such a trick up her sleeve.

Lin Jiaorui reacted quickly; she would never admit to doing it herself, as it would do no good for her reputation.

So she pinched herself hard, and her eyes immediately turned red, with large tears sliding down her cheeks.

"Sister, I didn't know this design was yours. Yesterday, Wanjun's mother saw that I couldn't draw it, so she gave me the design."

“I did ask her, whose design is this? She said he drew it himself, so I accepted it.”

Lin Jiaorui brought up Su Wanjun directly because she knew that Su Wanjun was Lin Qingtong's weakness.

As expected, Lin Qingtong's expression turned cold as soon as she heard her mother's name. She hated it most when people used her mother to threaten her.

Because she couldn't bear to see her mother being pointed at and gossiped about by others.

Lin Qingtong frowned slightly and spoke coldly to Lin Jiaorui.

"That's enough. Take the design draft if you want."

She turned to look in Shen Tinghe's direction, her eyes filled with a cold, aloof expression.

"The design draft has been submitted, shouldn't we vote next?"

Shen Tinghe stood up gracefully, just about to make an announcement, when Lin Jiaorui suddenly spoke up.

"I need to use the restroom."

Lin Jiaorui hurriedly went to the bathroom with her phone. When she returned half an hour later, she had a USB drive in her hand and immediately announced.

“I want to change the design draft; I found the one I drew before.”

Shen Tinghe did not stop her, because he felt that Lin Qingtong's design was perfect enough, and it would be difficult for anyone else to surpass it.

At this moment, he had already chosen to believe Lin Qingtong.

Lin Jiaorui successfully replaced the previous design draft, and a refreshing green feeling rushed to her when she opened the new one.

It's artistic and romantic, instantly making you feel relaxed and happy.

This new design draft, placed next to Lin Qingtong's, represents two completely different styles.

One is healing and refreshing, the other is high-end and exquisite.

Looking at the design draft in front of her, Lin Qingtong immediately sensed something was amiss.

If Lin Jiaorui could produce such a powerful design, why would she need to steal her own? She felt there must be something else hidden behind it.

Voting continued quickly, and the two designs were neck and neck, each receiving a total of twenty-four votes.

For a moment, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Li Feifei, standing in the crowd, quickly stepped forward to ask, "Is there anyone who hasn't voted yet? There are clearly fifty people here."

The surroundings were quiet and no one spoke. Qiao Jing was about to step forward when Li Feifei suddenly spoke in Shen Tinghe's direction.

"Mr. Shen, who did you vote for?"

Shen Tinghe pressed his thin lips together into a line and did not answer.

His eyes darkened slightly, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Since he was the first to vote, and he voted for Lin Qingtong, how could he possibly reveal this?

Seeing that Shen Tinghe remained silent, Li Feifei's eyes lit up and she pressed him for an answer.

"Could it be that the last vote is in your hands, Mr. Shen? You must have voted for Sister Jiaorui. Her design is clearly more healing and refreshing, and living in it is a pleasure to behold."

Shen Tinghe remained silent, his deep gaze fixed on Lin Qingtong, before he uttered a single sentence.

"This is a tie. The design draft is only part of the story. The ability to produce such a result is what truly tests a designer's skill."

"It's getting late, everyone should go back to work."

With just a few simple words, Shen Tinghe ended everything. The crowd dispersed, and Lin Qingtong, who was walking at the back, was suddenly called back by him.

"Assistant Lin, come to my office."

His tone was serious and somewhat solemn.

Lin Qingtong, without any fear, threw her empty coffee into the trash can, and, in her high heels, a splash of red streaked across everyone's vision as she followed Shen Tinghe into the office.

The moment he entered the office, Shen Tinghe slammed the door shut, causing everyone outside to shudder.

Oh no, Lin Qingtong is definitely going to get scolded this time. When President Shen starts yelling, he's absolutely unforgiving.

But the office was filled with a romantic and intimate atmosphere.

Shen Tinghe pulled Lin Qingtong into his arms and pinned her against the door, his eyes dangerous as he uttered a single sentence.

Don't you want to know who I actually voted for?

Lin Qingtong placed her slender, green fingers on his neck, slowly drawing circles with her fingertips, and smiled charmingly as she spoke.

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