"Jiang seemed to have performed extremely poorly in the first two episodes of the variety show. I thought she was a bad apple back then, but I didn't expect she'd be a plagiarist!"
"It all depends on how the Jiang family handles this time. It's such a shame to have caused such a big fuss. But as a capitalist, there's no guarantee they'll be saved!"
"If you protect her, I will boycott Jiang's products!" Finally, some netizens issued a strong statement, expressing their firm attitude of boycott.
These comments came like a tide, pushing Jiang Baizhi and the Jiang family to the forefront of public opinion.
The plagiarism incident swept in like a storm, causing a huge uproar and becoming known to the whole city.
Meanwhile, Jiang Baizhi, having hurriedly fled the livestream, hid in her room like a frightened bird. She was terrified and at a loss for words. She couldn't understand why she had done such meticulous and foolproof work, yet ended up like this. She clearly remembered that the artist Grace didn't even appear in the original novel. The paintings were clearly the heroine's own, and there was no mention of plagiarism in the novel. But how could they now be attributed to Grace, and even more so, five years ago? This completely contradicted the original storyline! What was going on? Everything she had done was clearly according to the plot; she had only made minor changes. But all her changes were within the framework of the original story, appropriating the heroine's work for her own. But why, after appearing on the variety show, did everything seem to spiral out of her control? Was it because she had altered the plot so much, causing a butterfly effect? Or is this the heroine's strength, that no matter how others try to snatch what belongs to her, no one can take it away?
Jiang Baizhi's thoughts were like a tangled mess of threads, tangled and tangled, making it impossible for her to sort them out. She understood very clearly that her fame was no longer as great as it once was.
She had fully planned to use Qu Qingdai to elevate her own reputation, but she hadn't anticipated the opposite outcome. Instead of rising, her fame plummeted, plummeting to rock bottom. She had no idea how the Jiang family's parents would view her: would they be filled with disappointment or uncontrollable anger? She couldn't even guess whether the Zhao family would still recognize her as their daughter-in-law, or whether this incident would completely change their view of her. She had completely wrecked what had once been a promising situation, leaving her life in shambles.
"Knock, knock, knock... knock, knock, knock..." A series of rapid and loud knocks on the door abruptly broke Jiang Baizhi's chaotic thoughts. At the same time, Jiang Zhezhou's somewhat angry voice came from outside the door: "Baizhi, are you in there? Come out quickly, I have something to tell you!"
"Jiang Baizhi, Jiang Baizhi! Did you hear me? I asked you to come out!" Jiang Zhezhou's voice became louder and louder, with obvious anger in it.
"Come out here now! Don't force me to find someone to kick the door!" Jiang Zhezhou's voice became more and more anxious and impatient.
"Be gentle, the child is very sad!" At this time, Liu Peilan's voice sounded, with a hint of heartache and reluctance.
"She still has the nerve to be sad?! She actually plagiarized! We've worked so hard to train her for so long, how could she do such a thing!?" Jiang Zhezhou's voice was full of disbelief and disappointment.
"Alas... this, the child may have some unspeakable secret!" Liu Peilan tried to defend Jiang Baizhi, her tone full of helplessness and worry.
"What could be your excuse? Get out of my way..." Jiang Zhezhou said as he roughly pushed Liu Peilan away and continued to yell at the door: "Jiang Baizhi, if you don't come out, I'm really going to get someone to kick the door down!"
Jiang Baizhi knew very well that her father always kept his word. He wasn't just talking casually, and sooner or later, he would have to face this matter. So, she slowly stood up, took heavy steps, walked to the door, and gently opened it.
Looking at the furious Jiang Zhezhou and the worried Liu Peilan, she called out softly with a trembling voice, "Dad! Mom!"
"You still have the nerve to call me dad? Come with me!" Jiang Zhezhou shouted furiously, his voice threatening to lift the roof off the house. Without a second thought, he grabbed Jiang's mother and, without waiting for Liu Peilan to speak, dragged her straight to the living room, leaving Jiang Baizhi to follow silently behind.
When they arrived at the Jiang family's living room, Jiang's parents were sitting on the sofa, and Jiang Baizhi was standing alone in front of them. She lowered her head, not daring to look up and look them in the eye.
"Tell me, what's going on? How could you do such a thing as plagiarism?" Jiang Zhezhou asked sternly.
"I... I didn't!" Jiang Baizhi said with a choked voice, her tears kept rolling in her eyes, almost bursting out.
"It's come to this, and you're still so unrepentant? The works from the exhibition five years ago have been exposed online, and they're exactly the same as yours. You're still lying here!" Jiang Zhezhou said angrily. His voice became particularly loud because of his anger, as if he wanted to completely expose Jiang Baizhi's lies.
"I really didn't plagiarize, that really wasn't drawn by me..." Jiang Baizhi tried her best to defend herself, with a hint of grievance and helplessness in her voice.
"What did you say? It's not your painting? Then where did you get it from? It's not your painting, but you still put it on display at the exhibition. Jiang Baizhi, what can I say about you? What's the difference between this and plagiarism? It's not yours at all!" Jiang Zhezhou became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes full of disappointment.
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