Page 620 of Assistant to My Contracted Husband

"What I want to say... is very simple. After I designed the new drafts, I didn’t treat Jian Ran as an outsider.

Instead, I eagerly invited her to review my design drafts with me, but.

.. I never expected, after she went to Italy on a business trip with President Gu, the designs she gave to Bon were actually my work.

.. To complete these pieces, to bring honor to the Gu Family, I worked day and night for several days. .. I feel so wronged."

After finishing... Lan Xing cried even more unabashedly, disregarding her image completely.

Jian Ran: "..."

This drama... really is... remarkable.

Jian Ran darkened her eyes... Now, she could understand Lan Xing’s purpose.

And... including the whole logic behind Lan Xing’s layout.

Jian Ran narrowed her phoenix-like eyes, a hint of danger flashing through them...

After a long while, Lan Xing had cried so much that her makeup was ruined, looking extremely disheveled.

"Jian Ran, if you wanted the position of design department head, you could have just told me. I would have given my position to you... Or even if... you really wanted to use my design drafts, that would have been acceptable... Why didn’t you say anything, and just plagiarize, misappropriate them.

.. It really breaks my heart now... I truly wanted to mentor you. "

Jian Ran: "..."

What a play on the sympathy card.

"Yes... Jian Ran, by doing this... isn’t it a bit..."

"I never expected Jian Ran would be this kind of person... Alas, appearances can be deceiving. Some women, the prettier they look, turn out to be like vipers in reality."

"Alas... what do you know? She’s got Mrs. Gu backing her up... Support, you understand? She has support; do you think she’s like us, just an ordinary nobody?"

"Haha..."

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, and Jian Ran heard every word.

Secretary Zhou took in everything that was happening and was getting somewhat anxious. Seeing that Jian Ran was not defending herself, she hurriedly asked.

"Miss Jian... where is the timestamp of the initial draft on your computer, or the time of the rough drafts of your manuscript? Bring them out... Wouldn’t the truth be clear then?"

Jian Ran listened to Secretary Zhou’s anxious words, shook her head, and said softly.

"I’m sorry... I can’t produce them, because... my computer just broke. The IT department can vouch for me... It broke as soon as I got back from Italy... So, all the records on the computer are gone..."

Having said this, Jian Ran paused for a moment, looked towards Lan Xing, and then continued.

"As for... the completion time of my manuscript, all my colleagues in the design department know... After we designers have a hand draft, we always need to get the supervisor’s approval before we can start drafting on the computer, so... I handed my original hand drafts to Lan Xing."

Jian Ran spoke candidly, because every word was the truth...

However, to the others, it was not so convincing.

No one knew what to believe anymore.

"Lan Xing, I think... you would be the most authoritative on where my hand drafts have gone, wouldn’t you?"

At this point, Jian Ran’s lips curved into a trace of mockery, her cool gaze sweeping over the woman posing in front of her... as if wanting to strip away the woman’s mask directly.

"Hmph... Jian Ran, you never gave me the hand drafts at all... How would I know where your drafts have gone?"

Listening to Lan Xing’s obviously guilty response, Jian Ran pursed her lips and continued speaking.