He glanced down at his watch and, feeling restless, said to Zhao Bo, "You stay here and watch over Xiaobao and Xiaoyu. I'm going out for a bit."

After saying that, he hurriedly walked out.

As she went out, Meng Jie didn't see anything, but instead, she ran into He Zimo by sheer bad luck.

The moment He Ziming saw Yi An, his eyes filled with hostility. He walked over with his hands in his pockets, looking nonchalant.

"I heard you're really blind, betting everything on Su Yan? What? Have all the designers in the company died?"

His breath reeks of foul odor.

Yi An ignored him and turned her head to continue looking towards the door.

He Ziming was not about to give up easily after failing to humiliate Yi'an.

"He picked up a woman I'd already used, and now he's treating her like a treasure. He's practically bewitched, yet he still adores her. Who knows how many men she's slept with?"

Upon hearing this, Yi An could no longer hold back and turned to punch He Zimo in the face.

He Ziming was not to be outdone and was about to retaliate, but before his fist could land, a powerful and angry shout came from behind him.

"Stop it!"

The two turned their heads at the same time, and when they saw Meng Jie, they were both taken aback.

"Mom!" Yi An called out in surprise.

He Ziming sneered disdainfully and casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Meng Jie walked over with a cold face, as if she hadn't seen He Zimo, and carefully tidied Yi An's clothes that had been messed up.

"How did I raise you? Did I raise you all these years just so you could hang out with this kind of bastard?!"

Hearing Meng Jie's sharp shout, Yi An felt not a bit wronged, but rather extremely pleased.

He unusually obediently admitted his mistake: "Mom, it was my fault. Let's go in. Su Yan's competition is about to start."

Meng Jie glanced at his outstretched hand, took a deep breath, and reluctantly placed it on it.

As He Ziming watched the two figures leave, he suddenly realized what Meng Jie had said, and he was so angry that he almost ground his back teeth to powder.

Yi An stole a glance at Meng Jie's faintly upturned lips, leaned closer, and whispered, "I thought you weren't coming?"

Meng Jie pursed her lips, forcing herself to put on a cold and serious expression.

"I didn't come here specifically because of you guys, I just didn't want to waste my ticket."

Yi An couldn't help but grin as she listened to her forced explanation.

They really are family; they're just as arrogant and tsundere as Xiaoyu.

Yi An cleared her throat, trying to appear convinced, and escorted her to her seat as if she were sending the Empress Dowager back to the palace.

Zhao Bo, who had been grinning and seemingly chuckling to himself, instantly stiffened up when he saw Meng Jie, his smile freezing on his face.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and after confirming that he wasn't seeing things, he suddenly stood up, bowed respectfully, and greeted, "Hello, President Meng!"

This greeting drew strange looks from many of the surrounding audience members.

Meng Jie glanced at him with annoyance, sighing inwardly: How could this child have remained so foolish since childhood?

This little commotion attracted a lot of attention, and some of the defeated contestants recognized Meng Jie at a glance.

"Is that the infamous female demon Meng Jie?"

Her words reminded everyone that they dared not look in that direction again and recognized her completely.

"That's right! President Meng actually came in person. That shows how much he values ​​these designers!"

"Is that her son Yi'an sitting next to her? He's a well-known eligible bachelor in the industry, so handsome."

Hearing the chorus of infatuated voices around him, Zhao Bo couldn't help but sit up straight and straighten his clothes.

He practically had the words "The eligible bachelor is right here!" written all over his face!

Unfortunately, no matter how pretentious his behavior was, no one paid any attention to him.

He lived like a transparent person the whole time.

Amidst the murmurs and discussions, the competition finally began.

Mr. Wu, mindful of his position, finally relinquished the role of host.

He sat obediently on the judges' panel, listening to the host's opening remarks, which elicited a warm response from the audience.

"Finally, the grand final has arrived amidst everyone's anticipation. I believe all viewers are very curious about the identities of these contestants. Today, we will reveal them to you one by one!"

"Now, please welcome our first contestant, Shen Yi!"

As the contestant walked out with a resolute expression, the host introduced his life story and the honors he had received in a calm and unhurried voice.

The crowd gasped in amazement; these were indeed the contestants who had made it to the finals, truly formidable fighters.

Shen Yi's appearance was just the beginning; the resumes of the next two contestants were so impressive that they caused a stir among the audience.

"The fourth contestant to appear was quite a force to be reckoned with; I was quite taken aback when I saw her. Those who were eliminated truly deserved it!"

The host deliberately kept everyone in suspense, thoroughly piquing everyone's curiosity.

Lin Hui, backstage, arrogantly raised her chin. Even though she had been expelled from the design industry, her glorious past would not be easily erased.

Whether those who envy her are willing to admit it or not, she is a rare design genius.

"Today, I will make it clear to you that banning me is a loss for all of you."

Lin Hui clenched her fists tightly, and just as she finished speaking through gritted teeth, the staff gestured for her to go on stage.

Lin Hui released her hand, a perfectly timed smile on her face, and gracefully walked onto the stage.

"She won the championship of the 8th Emerging Design Competition. The price of the items sold at the design exhibition still holds the record for the highest in China. Most importantly, she is the daughter of the famous designer Lin Fengjie. She is Lin Hui."

Having finished her introduction, Lin Hui was now firmly in her place. She stretched her neck out, like a proud white swan, awaiting all the applause and praise.

But things didn't go as she hoped. The scene fell silent, with faint gasps of cold air escaping from the air.

Everyone was terrified and couldn't believe their ears. Was what they heard real?

"I don't know Lin Hui, but I do know her father, Lin Fengjie! Lin Fengjie's daughter! My God, am I competing with some kind of god?!"

"I already predicted the outcome of this match. Who else could it be but her! I doubt anyone is stronger than her, unless even Joan comes back from abroad to participate. But that's highly unlikely. Is Joan that free?"

Not to mention the audience, even the contestants standing next to Lin Hui started to look rather unpleasant.

They thought they were already the best in the industry, but they never expected that there are always mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people.

After the host introduced Lin Hui, it was time for the last contestant.