Chapter 68 Marry the One I Love
"What I want to say is..."
Sang Wan paused and looked directly at Song Xinran, whose face was pale.
"Ms. Song Xinran's work, 'Stars', is plagiarized."
The dead silent venue was like a calm lake with a stone thrown into it.
There was no instantaneous wave, but after a moment of confirmation, ripples appeared.
There is no way back to the original peace.
"Plagiarism?"
"Are you kidding me?! Sang Wan said Song Xinran plagiarized?"
"She's the chief designer of MODO, how could she plagiarize?"
Song Xinran looked at Sang Wan with a generous and confident smile on her lips, "Ms. Sang Wan, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. You said I plagiarized, where is the evidence?"
"evidence?"
Sang Wan chuckled, "The evidence is that this wedding dress called "Stars" was designed by me."
Facing the shocked and inquiring gazes of the audience, she said word by word, "I drew this for myself because I once hoped that one day in the future, I could wear a wedding dress designed by myself..."
Her voice paused slightly, with a hint of trembling and grievance that she herself was not even aware of.
"Marry the one I love."
The moment the words fell, the entire venue was in an uproar.
Song Xinran was so shocked that she was speechless. She designed it, but "Stars" was designed by Sang Wan?
The news exploded in her head, full of disbelief.
#Sang Wan accuses Song Xinran of plagiarism#
#Sang Wan Wedding Dress Star#
In just a few minutes, several entries quickly became hot searches.
The competition, which originally attracted much attention only within the design circle, was instantly pushed to the top of public opinion because of Sang Wan's appearance.
The entire venue was in an uproar.
"Sang Wan, can actually design clothes?"
"I didn't realize you're so talented."
“Who knows if it’s true or not?”
Li Qingmeng stood up when she heard the questioning voices. "Sang Wan is my most proud student. She has a great talent for design. 'First Dawn' is her work."
Public opinion was even more heated. It turned out that the popular young actress was also a fashion designer. There was an uproar at the scene and online.
The color on Song Xinran's face faded bit by bit.
Sang Wan.
How could she be JC?
Song Xinran's pupils contracted violently.
When she first arrived abroad, she worked as an assistant at modo and happened to see JC's design draft on the website, which was very creative.
So, I tried to ask her for an article.
She had money, and Sang Wan had just entered the circle. Xu Shiming didn't give her money, and she needed expenses herself, so she agreed to the commission.
With JC's design draft, Song Xinran became the chief designer of MODO in just two years.
Of course, it was also because of the royalties Song Xinran gave her that Sang Wan was able to survive the most difficult two years.
Therefore, checking JC’s account became Song Xinran’s daily routine.
She was shocked when the painting "Stars" was released. After collecting it, she was about to leave a message to JC to buy out the copyright, but she didn't expect that the manuscript was gone.
She thought it over again and again and didn't ask about the manuscript. She deleted or hid it because she definitely didn't want anyone to know about it, which meant she wouldn't sell it.
When she returned to China, she encountered the "Dreamweaver Cup" competition. In addition, she was worried about her son and Lu Tingzhou, so she had no time to focus on the design drawings. But JC didn't reply to her.
But this was a great opportunity for her to gain a foothold in the country and she couldn't miss it, so she used the song "Stars" that she had been thinking about.
Perhaps because every woman has a wedding dress dream in her heart, she also has a special obsession with "Star".
She always thought that JC was just an amateur and never imagined that it would be Sang Wan!
I remembered that the information I had investigated before clearly stated that Sang Wan graduated from the Fashion Design Department of Peking University.
A chill ran up from the soles of my feet.
After a few seconds of calming down, her mood quickly turned from shock and panic to a feeling of being slandered and aggrieved.
What are you afraid of?
She had already hired a hacker to completely erase the original manuscript from JC's Weibo.
Thinking of this, Song Xinran's originally stiff back straightened again.
She raised the corners of her lips, forming an elegant yet aggrieved arc.
"Ms. Sang Wan, words are not enough. Please provide evidence."
The scene suddenly became quiet.
Sang Wan faced the scrutinizing gaze with a calm expression.
"evidence?"
She raised her cell phone, and the light from the screen cast a cold halo on her face.
"Of course."
"As soon as I finished the design, I posted it on my personal account and set it to be visible only to myself."
Her voice was not loud, but calm and powerful.
"I think the time of release is the best evidence."
After saying that, she no longer paid attention to any sound from the audience, holding her cell phone, and walked towards the podium step by step.
The high heels stepped on the smooth floor, making a crisp and firm "click, click" sound.
Every step seemed to be stepping on Song Xinran's heartbeat.
All the cameras in the room instantly turned and focused on Sang Wan and the small mobile phone screen in her hand.
Song Xinran looked at the slowly approaching figure, her heart pounding. Although she was not worried about her evidence, it was still difficult for her to accept that Sang Wan was JC.
An unprecedented panic and hatred swept over her in an instant.
Sang Wan!
This woman is simply her natural enemy.
Not only did he snatch Lu Tingzhou away, but now he wants to destroy her career.
What has enabled her to rise rapidly in MODO over the years and become the chief designer?
It is JC’s endless source of inspiration and creativity.
No one knows how many of those popular designs touted by the fashion circle originated from the amateur named "JC".
Sang Wan's creative ideas, full of inspiration, were refined by her team and became Song Xinran's masterpieces!
Why would a vase that should have stayed in the entertainment industry want to wade into the muddy waters of the design world?
Are enemies destined to be enemies?
Seeing Sang Wan open Weibo under the attention of everyone.
Everyone subconsciously held their breath.
The air seemed to freeze.
Sang Wan's fingers moved quickly across the screen, and she skillfully logged into the Weibo account that she hadn't logged into for a long time.
The account name was clearly displayed on the screen - JC.
Song Xinran's heart suddenly sank.
The reporters in the audience even pointed their cameras at Sang Wan's phone screen, afraid of missing any details.
Sang Wan opened the album that was “visible only to me”.
There, all her hard work and dreams are stored.
She slid the screen, looking for the familiar picture named "Stars".
However……
Sang Wan's fingertips stopped.
For the first time, shock and confusion appeared in her beautiful peach blossom eyes.
How could there not be?
The painting "Stars" that she had spent a whole month drawing, revised countless times, and treasured like a treasure, actually... disappeared out of thin air!
She refreshed the page again in disbelief.
Still nothing.
It's as if it never existed.
how so?
Sang Wan's face turned pale in an instant.
Song Xinran, who had been on edge, saw all the changes in her expression.
She won.
The deathly silence in the meeting room was broken by a small discussion.
"What's going on? Is there anything?"
"No, even if you're unwilling to accept it, you can't say that others plagiarized you."
"Exactly, you're trying to scam people at a designer competition. You're crazy about being famous, right?"
The voices of doubt gradually changed from whispers to clear and audible accusations.
Sang Wan's knuckles turned white from the force of holding the phone.
She raised her head and looked at Song Xinran, who was on the stage with a decent smile on her face again, and she was shaking with anger.
"It was you who did this!"
Song Xinran looked innocent and hurt. She picked up the microphone, her voice choked with a hint of feeling wronged.
"Ms. Sang Wan, I don't know what you're talking about. You can't produce any evidence, and you're already attacking me personally?"
"I respect that you are a public figure, but please also respect the dreams and hard work of every one of us designers."
Her words were flawless and she occupied the moral high ground.
Public opinion completely turned to her.
Li Qingmeng stepped in front of Sang Wan and whispered to her, "We'll get to the bottom of this eventually. Don't worry, now's not the time."
Finally, in order to control the situation, the competition host loudly announced:
"Let us congratulate the winner of this year's 'Dreamweaver Cup' - Ms. Song Xinran, with her work 'Stars'!"
Thunderous applause rang out.
Ribbons and sequins fell from the sky, and Song Xinran stood in the center of the stage, holding the trophy with a gentle smile.
"I respect every designer. I don't mind Miss Sang's little incident today. On the contrary, I have a good relationship with Miss Sang. I believe we will become good friends in private."
Sang Wan turned and stared at Song Xinran, the disdain in her eyes not concealed at all.
"Ms. Sang Wan, are you maliciously slandering Miss Song Xinran because you're jealous of her talent?"
"Your actions have severely impacted the reputation of the Dreamweaver Cup. Do you have anything to say?"
"Although the work 'First Dawn' is also excellent, you used such despicable means to suppress your opponent. Isn't that too low of character?"
Every word was so heart-piercing that it stabbed like a knife.
Sang Wan was furious, but he couldn't argue.
If Qi Qi and the bodyguards hadn't protected Sang Wan, the reporters' cameras would have been pointed directly at her face.
She looked at Song Xinran who was surrounded by the crowd and made a final struggle.
"Do you dare to show me your design draft?"
Song Xinran was protected by her assistant and paused slightly when passing by her.
She tilted her head, a triumphant smile on her red lips, and said contemptuously in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"Unfortunately, I left the manuscript in a safe abroad."
"Is it really locked, or do you not have it at all?"
Song Xinran curled her lips and said, "Ms. Sang, if you lose, you have to admit it. Your constant chatter only makes me think that you are not a good competitor."
She waved her phone towards the camera and said, "I took a picture of my draft. You can take a look."
After he finished speaking, a picture appeared on the phone screen, which was the design manuscript of "Stars".
Sang Wan looked at the picture, dodging her phone, and enlarged it little by little.
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