Ji Shangli had not even finished speaking when Nan Yan interrupted him.
Ji Shangli had originally wanted to say that the clothes did not belong to Mo Jinchuan—it was some “rotten peach blossom” who had left them there. Mo Jinchuan himself had not said anything about keeping them, so there was no need for the “little sister-in-law” to misunderstand.
He did not want to ruin Mo Jinchuan’s tall, perfect image in the little sister-in-law’s heart.
But now… with how the conversation had turned, Ji Shangli did not even understand how that “rotten peach blossom” had ended up staining Mo Jinchuan’s clothes.
The rest of his words were swallowed back down.
Forget it. He would slip away. Mo Jinchuan could deal with his own romantic mess.
Ji Shangli casually made up an excuse about an urgent call, pretending something had come up, and left without continuing the conversation.
Mo Jinchuan glanced sideways at the clothes in Nan Yan’s hand, not understanding why she was holding that broken piece of clothing.
Vaguely, he felt that whatever she was planning with it was definitely not something good.
After going downstairs, Nan Yan immediately spotted Xia Zhizhi in the chaotic crowd of the bar, currently lowering her head and looking around for something.
It was not that her eyesight was unusually good—it was simply the tacit understanding between rivals.
Xia Zhizhi also suddenly looked up and saw her, a hint of surprise in her eyes. Why was Nan Yan here?
Nan Yan felt that Xia Zhizhi definitely would not stop at just one move.
After all, the transmigrated “great female lead” in the book had an IQ of 250 and always used layered schemes, one after another.
Each time, she used Nan Yan—the foolish, malicious supporting character who was not smart enough but insisted on courting death—as a stepping stone for a slap in the face reversal.
Nan Yan’s phone suddenly rang. Tang Can was calling.
She had a vague sense of something bad and answered.
“Nan Yan, the Design Competition results are out. You got first place.”
Nan Yan’s brows twitched. Seeing Tang Can’s hesitant tone, she asked again: “And?”
Tang Can continued: “My insider friend said your design draft was very similar to Xia Zhizhi’s. Because of your marriage trending hot search with Mo Jinchuan, and because Xia Zhizhi was brought back from a mountainous area, they subconsciously judged that Xia Zhizhi plagiarized. She has been permanently blacklisted and disqualified. It’s already number one on the trending hot search, and people online are cursing her.”
Nan Yan: “……”
She subconsciously glanced at Mo Jinchuan beside her.
Did this man’s name really carry that much weight?
Having backing was truly refreshing. No wonder she had chosen to register marriage with Mo Jinchuan.
Based on her original thinking before awakening, she would definitely have used Mo Jinchuan’s influence secretly and done whatever she wanted.
Even if she died badly, it would not have been unjustified.
Others were transmigrated “great female leads” who turned their lives around. Only she, a supporting character, was watching herself dig her own grave while holding the script.
Why was her life so miserable?!
【Ding. Story trigger activated—】
【Burn and destroy Xia Zhizhi’s first version of the design manuscript.】
“?? She has multiple versions? Where is the first version?” Nan Yan asked in confusion.
【In the bag you are holding.】
Nan Yan: “……”
Worse and worse.
She had only planned to take the clothes home and hang them up, so that if Mo Jinchuan ever mocked her again, she could take them out and tease him back.
Who would have thought there were manuscripts inside?
She suddenly understood one of Xia Zhizhi’s intentions today.
To make Mo Jinchuan believe she, Nan Yan, was doing all these malicious things—and to increase his disgust toward her.
“President Mo, excuse me, have you seen my design manuscript?”
Xia Zhizhi walked up to Mo Jinchuan politely but anxiously.
Mo Jinchuan glanced at her indifferently and said nothing.
Qi Si, standing nearby, spoke instead. “Ask me. I saw it.”
He had almost forgotten about the manuscript. After reading it earlier, he had casually stuffed it into that men’s clothing bag.
“In…” he began.
“In…” Qi Si turned toward Nan Yan, who was holding the bag. The words froze in his throat, his pupils shrinking abruptly.
The bag had already been casually thrown at Nan Yan’s feet.
And the manuscript was now in her hand—already lit by a lighter.
Flames were slowly devouring the paper.
The firelight reflected on Nan Yan’s innocent-looking smile. It looked sweet, but the warmth did not reach her eyes.
“Looking for this?”
She tilted her head slightly and raised the nearly burning manuscript. Her expression remained innocent as she said lightly: “Sorry. I accidentally touched fire and burned it.”
Xia Zhizhi’s face flushed red with anger. She strode forward in a few steps and raised her hand.
A sharp “slap” rang out as she fiercely struck Nan Yan across the face.
“Nan Yan! You rely on people behind you to plagiarize my design, then falsely accuse me of plagiarism, and now you destroy my manuscript. But fake is fake—it will never become real!”
Her words immediately attracted a large crowd.
After all, the number one trending hot search was currently showing: 10th Jewelry Design Competition Result—First Place: Nan Yan.
And the second trending topic was: Xia Zhizhi plagiarism incident.
Everyone online had been eating the gossip enthusiastically.
Most people were praising Nan Yan as a talented beauty who had also married the powerful Mo Jinchuan.
They spoke of her as having both career and love success.
There were even discussions comparing the “real heiress” and “fake daughter.” with the fake daughter seemingly winning completely.
It was unclear whether the narrative had been manipulated, but criticism of Xia Zhizhi had been increasing, while praise for Nan Yan had overwhelmingly flooded the internet.
No one expected such a reversal in real life.
Mo Jinchuan subconsciously stepped forward and stood beside Nan Yan. His cold, frost-laden gaze instantly froze Xia Zhizhi.
Xia Zhizhi shuddered. Wasn’t Mo Jinchuan supposed to dislike Nan Yan? In the book, although he was the villain boss, he still had principles.
Where were those principles now?
Mo Jinchuan turned to look at Nan Yan’s rapidly swelling cheek and said in a low, angry voice: “Hit her back.”
Nan Yan was slightly stunned. She had not expected him to tell her to hit back without even asking for an explanation.
She had been holding back precisely because she did not know how to justify herself. Once she hit someone, she would be even more in the wrong.
But now that Mo Jinchuan had spoken, there was nothing to hesitate about.
She raised her hand and slapped Xia Zhizhi so hard that she was knocked to the ground.
The livestream-era crowd immediately pulled out their phones to capture the latest reversal.
Not far away, two hidden paparazzi rushed forward in excitement and revealed themselves.
Xia Zhizhi had originally said online that Mo Jinchuan’s marriage was fake since no marriage certificate had been shown and there had been no public response.
She had even arranged for them to take photos of intimate misunderstandings between her and Mo Jinchuan to mislead the public.
But now they had captured something far more explosive. There was no need to hide anymore—they rushed forward to take high-definition shots.
Lying on the ground, Xia Zhizhi was in pain and panic. She could not believe it. Mo Jinchuan had actually become like Gu Jingshen—blind to right and wrong.
And speaking of Gu Jingshen, he appeared right then.
He did not know where he had come from, but his hurried steps suggested he had rushed over after receiving news.
Gu Jingshen looked at Nan Yan’s swollen cheek, then at Xia Zhizhi on the ground. An image from last time flashed in his mind—Nan Yan kicking him into a flowerbed.
It seemed Nan Yan was not as weak as he had once thought.
This time, he actually helped Xia Zhizhi up first.
Xia Zhizhi was slightly surprised. Had Gu Jingshen already seen through Nan Yan’s true nature?
But the next second, Gu Jingshen spoke in a tone that left no room for refusal.
“Apologize to Nan Yan. If you can’t design, then don’t pretend. Jury members are not blind. Anyone can see you plagiarized the work at a glance.”
Deep down, he believed that Xia Zhizhi, who had not received proper education, could not possibly have created such excellent work on her own.