"It's alright," Yang Qingheng sensed something strange in his tone and hesitated before speaking, "I mainly feel that the longer this kind of thing drags on, the more trouble there will be, so I want to resolve it as soon as possible. Do you think there's something wrong with that?"
She spoke cautiously, her eyes revealing undisguised concern.
However, Tang Bainian couldn't detect a trace of reluctance in her eyes, no matter how much he looked at her. Her gaze was so pure that it didn't contain anything other than friendship.
Tang Bainian took a deep breath and found it ridiculous.
Five years have passed, and it turns out he was the only one who didn't keep his promise. Thinking back to how he swore to Xu Feng that he wouldn't regret it, he felt like a clown, a joke.
He painstakingly used an agreement to possess her for five years. If it weren't for Song Hengjue's appearance, he would almost have thought that he could possess her for a lifetime in such a shameful way. The thought that he would never have the chance to stand by her side as her husband again made Tang Bainian feel heartbroken and unable to breathe.
No, he won't let that happen!
Looking at the woman in front of him, Tang Bainian felt a growing darkness in his heart.
Yang Qingheng, oblivious to his presence, looked at him with concern and asked again, "Why do you look so pale? Was it because I suggested an inappropriate time?"
"No, I'm just worried that there will be a lot of things to deal with after the promotion is finalized. If there are no problems, we'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to complete the procedures." Tang Bainian's dimples deepened slightly as he revealed a gentle smile.
"Okay." Yang Qingheng felt relieved when she saw that he readily agreed.
Tang Bainian didn't want to continue the topic, so he quickly changed the subject: "By the way, the exhibition is coming soon, how are your preparations going?"
"The preparations are going fairly well; the rest depends on luck," Yang Qingheng said.
Everything proceeded smoothly, and the day of the exhibition arrived quickly. Yang Qingheng arrived in the neighboring city a day early, and just as the appointed time arrived, she and Sun Rong entered the exhibition with the invitation.
They didn't arrive early; when they went in, all the seats in the exhibition hall were filled, and people kept coming in one after another.
The two saw Qiao Xihe's booth almost as soon as they entered. It was the first spot after entering the door, and it was actually the best spot in the whole place. Almost everyone who entered was attracted by her exhibits.
Yang Qingheng glanced around casually and then met Sun Rong's gaze.
It has to be said that although Shen Rong's character is not good, his professional skills are undeniable. This bag really has the ability to catch people's eye. It is simple and elegant, and every line is handled just right. Even if Yang Qingheng dislikes these two, she has to admire it in her heart.
"Oh, isn't this Mr. Yang? What's wrong? You're getting hooked on our bags? Too bad, time's so tight, there's no time to plagiarize them even if you wanted to." Qiao Xihe came in carrying a bag, arrogantly raising her chin at Yang Qingheng. Her tone was calm, but every word she said hit the nail on the head.
It's important to know that plagiarism is a major taboo in the industry; if you get involved even a little bit, the brand's reputation will be ruined.
Sun Rong was so angry that her face turned ashen, and she almost put her hands on her hips and started arguing with her. However, she remembered that this was a public place, and if she made a scene, it would only attract more people to watch. In that case, not only would it give foreign investors a bad impression of their brand, but their country's international image would also be tarnished by the media.
Foreign media were everywhere, and Sun Rong dared not gamble. She could only grit her teeth and swallow her anger, feeling extremely distressed.
“Miss Qiao, I had no idea such a thing existed. I’m so grateful for your reminder today. But I still have to advise you, Miss Qiao, that plagiarism is something you should just keep to yourself. The public has a keen eye, so don’t ruin your country’s reputation for such a petty trick.” Yang Qingheng covered her mouth in shock, as if she had heard some earth-shattering news. She then earnestly advised Qiao Xihe, her worried expression suggesting she was genuinely concerned for her.
Her confident tone made it sound as if she was saying she would definitely plagiarize.
Qiao Xihe was so angry that her face turned pale, but she couldn't think of a way to extricate herself from the situation no matter how hard she tried. She could only glare at her fiercely. Then, as if she had thought of something, she suddenly laughed and said gloatingly, "Instead of wasting time here smearing me, I'd rather go and see what your booth looks like."
“Of course, Miss Qiao doesn’t need to worry about that. You should think carefully about what I just said. Plagiarism is absolutely unacceptable.” Yang Qingheng deliberately emphasized Qiao Xihe’s mention of plagiarism again, giving off a strong vibe of scheming.
Sure enough, the next second we saw Qiao Xihe's face turn as black as the bottom of a pot.
Yang Qingheng almost burst out laughing.
Sun Rong let out a deep breath, and after taking a few steps, she couldn't help but give her a thumbs up, her eyes cold and filled with admiration: "If only I had half the mouth of yours."
“You’re still too concerned about saving face,” Yang Qingheng chuckled and patted her shoulder. “When dealing with someone as shameless as Qiao Xihe, you have to fight fire with fire. You have to be even more of a green tea b*tch than her. She likes to smear people, so you smear her instead of trying to explain yourself.”
Ultimately, most people in the world are just spectators; they only believe what they want to believe, and they don't care how you explain it.
Sun Rong nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
Yang Qingheng stopped chatting with her and instead wandered around the exhibition hall, looking for their company's booth.
I walked through almost the entire exhibition hall and finally found a few familiar faces in a corner. My heart sank.
She knew her booth was bad just from seeing and hearing Qiao Xihe's mockery. After all, with Qiao Xihe in that position, which other booth in the exhibition hall could compare to hers?
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