"Yang Qinglin, you are smart, but it's a pity that you don't use your intelligence in the right way."

"The right way? Hahahahaha!"

Yang Qinglin seemed to have heard a huge joke and laughed out loud.

After he finished laughing, he looked at Ye Yun with a sad expression, and asked confidently, "Do you think I haven't taken the right path? But what can I do? I can't come up with a good work. I stay up all night, painting stroke by stroke, but all the manuscripts I handed in were rejected! Do you understand the feeling of trying your best but still being powerless? How can a genius like you who can paint a work with just a few strokes understand the pain of us fools!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke.

Ye Yun was silent for a rare moment.

But soon, she also sneered.

"Genius? I'm not."

She stared at Yang Qinglin's slightly surprised face, shrugged nonchalantly, and said indifferently: "I'm not a genius, and I don't care. I just know that I have to be down-to-earth. I do have some advantages, but at least I didn't steal other people's things. You said that no one understands your pain of being born dull, but do you understand the pain of those people whose hard work you stole?"

After hearing what she said, Yang Qinglin laughed and laughed, but gradually he couldn't laugh anymore.

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

Bang!

Ye Yun raised her hand and slapped him.

"All the inspiration you mentioned was learned bit by bit by Director Chen himself in the port area! He is not as smart as you, and he doesn't have your roundabout means, and he can't even say a word of flattery. But he is willing to learn and study hard. Every piece of work you stole was made by him working hard day and night, but you said that it was just letting you steal something, so what? Yang Qinglin, you don't respect your peers, you deserve not to be able to produce anything!"

A slap directly knocked Yang Qinglin's head off.

Yang Qinglin already had a bruised face and now had a red and swollen slap mark. He tilted his head and stared at the ground in a daze, his eyes empty and he was in a state of dementia.

"You are too eager for quick success and too dirty-hearted to make good clothes, which is what you deserve."

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

"etc……"

Suddenly there was a voice calling from behind.

Ye Yun paused.

Turning her head, she saw Yang Qinglin looking up at her with a weathered face, staring at her blankly, "I didn't let her touch you."

"What?"

"I just let her make 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 Lin Jiao's impulsive act?

"Ye Yun."

A voice interrupted her thoughts.

Jiang Yuan handed over a piece of paper, with black and white words clearly stating that Yang Qinglin instigated and ordered Lin Jiao to harm Ye Yun.

"Do you think there's anything you need to add?"

Ye Yun took the paper and scanned the contents.

Qin Zheng watched it with her.

The man who always hated words was surprisingly patient this time and read very carefully.

"What is this?" Yang Qinglin realized that something was wrong and looked panicked.

Ye Yun glanced at him indifferently.

Qin Zheng was kindhearted and said slowly, "Your... confession?"

"What?!"

Yang Qinglin couldn't believe it and stared at the piece of paper in horror.

Why does he still have a confession? !

"You have beaten me! You have scolded me! I have also admitted my fault to you! Why do you still need a confession letter! What on earth do you want to do?!"

"Of course...you!"

Gu Jin pulled the confession away and handed it to Yang Qinglin with a smile, "You've confessed everything, right? Come on, be obedient and put your fingerprints here!"

After saying that, before Yang Qinglin could react, he took his hand and wiped his nosebleed.

Bang!

A red handprint was pressed on the confession!