NOVPUB27: Chapter 027: Shameless_1
27 -027: Shameless_1
Ye Tianjiao has used such tactics countless times, but using a child this time was especially ruthless.
“Accusing someone falsely comes at a price.”
Jun Mochan’s words hit Ye Ranran’s heart like a stone, causing ripples to form one after another.
The feeling was sweet.
“Ranran.” Xiao Zhang rushed in from outside.
Ye Ranran had to hang up the phone: “What’s wrong?”
“S.Z Magazine has adopted our company’s design draft.”
The corners of Ye Ranran’s lips couldn’t help but lift, the joy spreading from her eyes to her brows.
Just as she was about to share her joy with Jun Mochan, Xiao Zhang bit his lip, looking at her as if wanting to say something but hesitating.
A feeling of unease rose in Ye Ranran’s heart: “Isn’t this something to be happy about?”
“For the company yes, but not for you, because the design draft is by Zhao Yue Li.” Xiao Zhang threw the latest issue of the magazine in front of Ye Ranran.
The design draft on it was familiar, the clothes were familiar, and the name was familiar, but it wasn’t hers.
“This is clearly my design draft.” Ye Ranran, always calm, finally snapped, not even noticing when her phone fell to the ground.
Hearing Ye Ranran’s cry from the phone, Jun Mochan frowned.
It seemed the little lady was in trouble again.
“Ah Chuan, I’m going out for a bit.”
Ye Ranran, trembling with anger, picked up the magazine and stormed into the director’s office.
The director was in an embrace with Zhao Yue Li, and their forced separation due to Ye Ranran’s sudden entrance surprised them both.
Zhao Yue Li, her blouse unbuttoned to reveal her full, fair cleavage, calmly buttoned up under Ye Ranran’s look of disdain.
The director, however, looked unhappy: “Don’t you know how to knock before entering?”
Ye Ranran threw the magazine hard on the table: “What’s going on here?”
“What do you mean, ‘what’s going on’?
Who do you think you’re talking to?”
Ye Ranran sneered, “What do I think?
You plagiarized me and then expected me to speak nicely?”
At this moment, Ye Ranran wished she could slap the adulterous pair right in their faces.
Plagiarized you?
Who stole from you?” said the director, sounding somewhat nervous.
“Still deny it?
The design draft in S.Z Magazine is clearly mine, so why is her name on it?” Ye Ranran pointed at Zhao Yue Li.
“You dare to say that when the two of you handed in identical drafts?
She beat you to it, so who stole from whom is yet to be established.”
Ye Ranran couldn’t believe they could be so shameless, they were literally distorting the facts.
She laughed out of sheer anger: “So you committed plagiarism after all?”
The director frowned: “Ye Ranran, watch your words, or we can sue you for defamation.”
“Indeed, you need evidence to accuse me of copying your design.” said Zhao Yue Li, who had tidied herself up and was now speaking defiantly.
Ye Ranran’s lips quivered with the outrageousness of these two people, she was so angry she couldn’t even utter a word.
“I quit.” She dropped these words and ran out.
She ran out of the company without even taking her purse, ran until she was tired, then stopped, squatting on the ground and started crying.
“Sob, sob.” She buried her head in her arms and cried bitterly.
Jun Mochan had been calling her, but got no answer.
He was worried something might have happened when he spotted her on the side of the road, crying pitifully.
He sighed in relief, hung up his phone, and walked toward her gracefully.
The footsteps stopped in front of her, Ye Ranran wiped her tears: “What are you looking at?
Haven’t you ever seen a girl cry?”
“Indeed, I haven’t, especially not one who’s crying so pitifully.”
