Very quickly, Nan Yan’s apology video directly surged to the number one spot on the trending list online.
The comments below split into two extremes.
A portion of netizens were scolding Nan Yan.
[First place? A stolen first place? Won an award in the morning and got slapped in the face in the afternoon. The funniest first place of the year.]
[I hate this kind of person who, with a bit of power, cheats and plagiarizes, destroying others’ hard work. Shameless. Why don’t you just die?]
[I want to curse her, curse her狠狠, but what she said does make sense. Don’t insult people’s families when insulting someone. I’m at a loss for words.]
[What kind of judges are in this design competition? Are they all judging based on status? Two works, why did they assume Xia Zhizhi was the one plagiarizing? This is a face slap.]
There was also a portion of netizens who had turned from fans to antis, and then turned back into fans again.
[Ahhhhh, I’m done for. I just became a fan of this beautiful and talented girl in the morning, and she collapsed in the afternoon. So mad. But after getting angry for a bit, I feel like she corrected herself immediately and sincerely apologized. That looks kind of cool. Uselessly, I became a fan again.]
[On-site melon-eaters: at the moment she directly and frankly admitted it, the entire crowd was stunned. From beginning to end, she didn’t say a single word of defense, and her apology was completely voluntary. People even suspect she was set up.]
[A passerby: I watched the video once. The draft had already been destroyed. Actually, if this lady refused to admit it, plus the backing behind her, Xia Zhizhi might really have no immediate solution, only slowly proving herself later. But she directly admitted it without a single extra word.]
Half-mountain villa study.
Assistant Dong carefully reported to President Mo: “The person in charge of the design competition said that Madam’s design draft was submitted at 7 a.m. in the morning. Originally, for plagiarism incidents like this, they would not make it public, but since it involved your wife, they took it upon themselves to release the announcement.”
These idiots were clearly flattering in the wrong place, and Madam didn’t appreciate it at all—she kicked it right back at them.
Even Assistant Dong still couldn’t understand why Madam admitted it so readily, and why she would plagiarize in the first place.
Mo Jinchuan thought for a moment before speaking: “At 7, did Nan Yan leave home?”
“Oh!” Assistant Dong suddenly realized.
“At 7, Madam had just left home. When I came in, I just saw Madam driving out. Do you mean Madam was set up?”
Mo Jinchuan spun the pen in his hand: “Probably not. If it were a setup, Nan Yan wouldn’t be that stupid as to admit it herself.”
Assistant Dong: “Then do we need to do public relations about the trending topic now? A lot of people are scolding Madam. I also saw that on the way back, Madam looked quite upset.”
Mo Jinchuan raised his eyes at him: “You really like minding unnecessary business?”
Wasn’t it Nan Yan herself who said to let them scold her? She caused the trouble herself and didn’t even know to ask for help?
What a big face. Did she expect others to rush up and help her?
He wasn’t like Gu Jingshen, that blind bootlicker who loved meddling.
Assistant Dong pressed his lips together. He had thought the relationship between Madam and President Mo had improved, but it seemed he had overstepped.
Seeing there was nothing else, Assistant Dong prepared to leave work.
Just as he reached the door, a casual voice came from behind him: “Since you like minding unnecessary things so much, go handle it. Don’t let those insulting words affect social conduct.”
Assistant Dong: “……”
Since when had President Mo become such a helpful citizen? Social conduct? Heh heh heh…
Still, Assistant Dong was very professional and turned back with a standard reply: “Understood, President Mo. I will ensure social conduct is good tomorrow.”
Nan Yan’s bedroom had a milky-white color scheme. She slumped in a rocking chair with her head hanging low.
She really didn’t want to live this kind of plot-controlled dog-shit life even for a single day.
So annoying.
Fighting over Gu Jingshen, then fighting over Mo Jinchuan, then fighting over fame and status—whatever the female protagonist wanted, she had to fight for it too. Was she that cheap?
Had she never seen a man in eight lifetimes? Or never seen reputation before?
Nan Yan, looking lifeless, threw a message into the sisters’ group chat: “Give me advice. Fastest way—sleep with Mo Jinchuan.”
Shen Xixi: “Drug him.”
Tang Can: “Although… but honestly, that really is the fastest way.”
Ruan Youyou: “666, Sister Yan, don’t be scared. Go for it.”
Nan Yan: “……”
It actually sounded like a decent bad idea.
Shen Xixi quickly sent a mischievous emoji: “I’ve got a friend with wide connections. I’ll have something sent over to you.”
Tang Can: “Wait, are you serious? Aren’t you afraid Mo Yanwang will kill you afterward?”
Nan Yan: “I’ll sleep and run.”
She had thought it through. As long as either the male or female lead deviated from the plot, that broken novel system should collapse.
Tang Can: “……6. Good luck, but I feel like… if you run, he’ll still catch you.”
Nan Yan ignored it. She would try first.
Shen Xixi was very efficient. Not long after, Nan Yan received a packet of medicine.
It was her first time doing something like this, so Nan Yan sneaked around in the kitchen for a while, finally mixing it into a glass of colorless, odorless water.
She tasted a tiny bit. It really was colorless and tasteless—pretty good.
Shen Xixi seemed reliable.
Satisfied, Nan Yan carried it upstairs. Mo Jinchuan’s bedroom was not there?
She turned and went to the study where the light was on.
Truly heaven was helping her—bringing water while he was working was a perfect excuse.
Nan Yan knocked on the study door.
A deep, pleasant voice came from inside: “Come in.”
Nan Yan took a deep breath and naturally stepped inside.
Mo Jinchuan seemed to be handling documents on his computer. His gaze swept over her before returning to the screen.
“Something?”
Nan Yan walked up to him and placed the water in front of him: “Um… I want to ask you for a favor.”
Upon hearing this, Mo Jinchuan raised his brows slightly and looked at her with interest: “What? Not going to find your Brother Jingshen anymore? I’m old, boring, and cold. How am I worthy of helping you?”
“……”
This man was quite petty. He still remembered grudges from so early. Was he not afraid his brain would overflow and explode from storage?
Not settling old scores on the spot, instead speaking in such a sarcastic tone—was he not afraid of dying from anger himself?
Nan Yan endured. Those who achieve great things must first endure.
She pushed the glass of water forward again, her tone soft and sincere: “We are husband and wife now. Of course I should come to you, Husband. I was immature before, don’t take it to heart.”
Mo Jinchuan smiled meaningfully and picked up the cup, bringing it to his lips to drink.
Nan Yan held her breath, her heart in her throat, staring sincerely into his eyes, while her peripheral vision fixed on his lips.
Just as Mo Jinchuan was about to take a sip, he suddenly seemed to think of something and put it down again.
“???”
Meeting Nan Yan’s slightly confused gaze, Mo Jinchuan smiled and said: “Tell me first. If I can’t help, then what if you later say I drank your water but didn’t do anything for you?”
Nan Yan: “……”
Nan Yan thought for a moment and made up an excuse: “It’s just that what happened online might affect you badly, and if Grandpa finds out, it won’t be good either…”
Mo Jinchuan’s lips curved slightly as he knowingly asked: “So you do know it’s not good. Then how do you want me to help you?”