Page 917 of Assistant to My Contracted Husband

"Regarding the accusation of plagiarism pointed out by the collaborator, the works submitted by the Gu Family’s designers were all original. However... when they were handed in, they were secretly switched with plagiarized designs... This, was the doing of a villain."

"Everyone can look up all the designs previously by the Gu Family... If I have calculated correctly, a total of 8,631 designs, all were originals, with not a single one plagiarized. This is the quality of the Gu Family."

Jian Ran, with her beautiful eyes, could recite the exact number of the Gu Family’s design cases, which greatly amazed everyone present.

It was unexpected that Jian Ran would possess such a skill.

So dedicated.

"Hmm, but there’s something strange... within less than a month of Han Siming’s arrival at the Gu Family, this issue arose, and it happened frequently... Is this just a coincidence... or am I just too lucky, should I go buy a lottery ticket?"

Although there was a smile in Jian Ran’s beautiful eyes, the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes.

Having said this... having explained this, the media present could immediately understand the situation.

So that’s how it is.

Could it be that the Gu Family was framed?

Standing beside Jian Ran, Han Siming watched her sharp and able manner, his dark eyes flickered with profound meaning.

Jian Ran was famously quick-witted and articulate during her school days as well.

Daring to argue with hoodlums, daring to make a fuss with teachers.

The flashback of that year’s video suddenly crossed Han Siming’s mind.

When faced with Dong Qin, Jian Ran was also neither humble nor arrogant... beautifully counterattacking.

Seeing such an image of Jian Ran, Han Siming couldn’t wait to see her dealing with Gu Mochen, rather than dealing with himself...

...

For a moment, Jian Ran beautifully resolved two questions from the media, and they somewhat understood the causes and effects.

Jian Ran looked at the crowd lightly, her cherry lips pursed, and she confidently said: "The Gu Family has been in Yuncheng City for many years, its reputation is well-known.

.. and we are no strangers to our friends in the media.

.. All are friends, I ask you not to let these clumsy accusations cause conflicts between the Gu Family and our media friends.

This matter... The Gu Family will certainly find the culprit and give everyone a satisfactory answer, I hope, everyone can give the Gu Family some time. "

After finishing speaking, Jian Ran smiled gracefully, expressing her politeness.

Although the woman was wearing a thick down coat, standing on the podium at that moment, she wasn’t nervous at all, but after appearing, she shone like a spotlight was naturally on her, sparkling and radiant.

She was very charming and attractive.

Seeing such an appearance of Jian Ran, Han Siming was somewhat dazed.

The design department staff were the first to applaud, followed by the media reporters who also clapped in salute.

Jian Ran responded with a shallow curve of her lips, in fact... besides the spotlight of the media, what she could feel most was Gu Mochen’s deep, dark eyes tightly locked onto her.

Gu Mochen’s thin lips pursed slightly, as he looked towards Jian Ran, his dark eyes full of admiration and doting.

His own woman... had never let him down.

...

Gu Mochen quickly arranged for the Gu Family’s security, then arranged for the media to leave.

Han Siming seemed like a jumping clown, even though he had brought the media, but with Jian Ran’s two answers to the questions, he was beautifully counterattacked...

He was left with no face to speak of.

A smirk formed at the corner of Han Siming’s mouth as he looked at Jian Ran standing before him, and muttered.

"Ranran... you won beautifully, I thought... I would draw out Gu Mochen... so that the whole Quanyun City would know who the mysterious Mr. Gu is."

Listening to Han Siming’s weak mutter, a cold sneer flashed in Jian Ran’s beautiful eyes.

"Barely won, hmm, mainly because Mr. Gu is brilliant and you are of course... incomparable."

Jian Ran replied succinctly and directly, not skimping on expressing... her disdain for Han Siming.

Sure enough, Han Siming’s face turned even uglier upon hearing this.

"Jian Ran... but I don’t regret it, because you appeared, I have to tell you a huge secret..."

At this point, Han Siming’s dark eyes began to look ferocious.

"Four years ago... that man... Jian Ran, do you know who it is? It’s the man who raped you..."

Han Siming thought he had piqued Jian Ran’s interest, and according to Jian Ran’s personality, she would definitely dig to the bottom of it, little did he know, Jian Ran calmly replied.

"Hmm, I know, it’s Gu Mochen!"

Jian Ran appeared indifferent on the surface, but this was actually a thorn in her heart, and it was unpleasant for her whenever it was mentioned.

But... the other party was Han Siming, whether it was herself, Gu Mochen, or even when competing against the Gu Family.

Jian Ran intended to act nonchalant, showing that, huh, I don’t care, my relationship with Gu Mochen is good, no matter what you do, you are just making things hard for yourself.

Having said that... Han Siming’s expression changed instantly.

"What, you knew?"

"Hmm... surprised? Mr. Gu confessed... Han Siming, you should make your words complete, originally... it was all started by your mother, Dong Qin, she is the biggest scum."

The disdain in Jian Ran’s beautiful eyes did not hide, like a sharp blade making Han Siming’s chest bleed profusely.

"You... you knew all along."

Han Siming was still somewhat in disbelief, he couldn’t help but blurt out: "Ranran, this isn’t you, your personality can’t tolerate sand in your eyes, you definitely wouldn’t indulge Gu Mochen like this, tell me, you now hate him to death, don’t you?"

Jian Ran: "..."

Yes, Jian Ran indeed hated Gu Mochen.

But the people she hated the most were Han Siming and his mother.

This, Han Siming probably still didn’t understand yet.

In his view, he was the biggest victim...

Gu Mochen was the prime culprit.

Such a man, is pathetically hopeless.