C1 Be Falsely Accused of Plagiarism

The alarm clock sounded, piercing the early hours of the city's repose.

Joe opened his eyes and reached out to turn off the alarm clock. His cell phone said 5: 00.

Just as he was about to roll over and sit up, the man pressed his heavy body against hers and placed an arm across her waist, tightly coiling around her.

She nudged the man carefully, and he frowned in annoyance. The next moment, he slowly opened his eyes, his sharp eyes still thick with sleep, and saw Joy looking at him innocently.

"I should get up and go out, or I'll be late to see Susie."

"Don't move. Sleep with me for a while. I won't touch you." Ignoring Qiao Yifeng's resistance, Hilde buried her face in his shoulder sockets. Qiao Yifeng still had the fragrance of the Body Soap from last night's bath. The brand and smell of the Body Soap were chosen by Hilde herself.

Feeling the warm air gently spraying from his neck, Qiao Yifeng's body stiffened. Sid was getting up and it was very serious. Towards the tone he used on the bed, he was unable to say anything for a moment. Qiao Yifeng was very thin, so thin that even the bones in his bones would hurt. The feeling of holding his small body was not good at all. As if venting his anger, Sid bit down on her prominent collarbone.

"Pain."

"Next time you have to get up so early, don't come to my room."

Hilde was an unreasonable tyrant, and he had forgotten that it was he who had carried Joe to bed last night like a rabbit in a poem. She was exhausted from working as someone else's assistant in the office during the day, and when she got home, she was constantly being asked by the men.

"Alright." After all, they had been married for a year, and it was impossible to reason with Hilde on such matters, and it was clear that he was domineering in such matters.

Furthermore, he was overbearing and confident. Sid released her with satisfaction, turned over, and went back to sleep.

Joe rolled to his feet with a sigh of relief. She had to get Suzy breakfast by six o'clock and get to the press conference.

Just as he landed, Qiao Shi's legs went soft and he almost lost his balance.

She glared resentfully at the man's broad back, but her face was covered with red clouds. Her aching body, as well as the bruises on her body, were all reminders of what had happened to them last night.

They were clearly getting married for their own benefits, but who would have thought that they actually ended up as husband and wife.

Year after year, she needed money, and Hilde needed her. It was all a coincidence that they became husband and wife.

"..."

Joe bathed with poetry, tidied himself up, and hurried out the door.

The moment the door closed, Sid, who was on the bed, opened his eyes.

He could not sleep, only when the woman was beside him could he relax and sleep. He was probably possessed.

Damn it.

After Xi De finished washing up, he went to the dining hall to find a clean and tidy white shirt and black pants. He picked up his coffee cup and dialed the assistant's number. "Wen Cheng, check what Qiao Yifan has been doing these past few days."

He didn't even bother dealing with him when he returned home every day, and he even woke up so early. This caused him to be unable to sleep for a while longer.

The voice on the other end of the line reminded him submissively, "Madame has said that she will be giving Miss Susie a dress show these days, and that she will be preparing her graduation design."

Wen Cheng was already secretly cursing in his heart. You didn't listen when his wife told you, but now you're actually beginning to care.

"By the way, Mr. Xi, do you want to go to Leticia's fashion release?"

"Not going."

Wen Cheng didn't look like a casual person. He was just a branded company owned by a subsidiary. He was never present at such events. Was there even a need to ask for his permission?

Xi De hung up the phone and picked up the invitation letter that had been thrown aside. He opened the silver-gray cover page with the bright pink cover, and surprisingly, the name of the person who had invited him appeared in the cover page — Suzy.

His obsidian eyes darkened. Earlier, Wen Cheng said that Qiao Yifeng was preparing for the press conference for Susie?

"..."

Half an hour later, Sid sat in the back seat. Wen Cheng, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked at Sid and asked, "Mr. Sid, are you going to the company now?"

"To Leticia's press conference."

Wen Cheng felt his throat twitch. You're the boss, you have the final say.

"..."

Susie ordered coffee and the dessert of her favorite shop, the West Point. Since the building was a credit card deal, she had to go downstairs to get it.

Joe came out of the building in poetry and found it was raining heavily.

There was no shelter from the rain, so she had to go out in the rain to pick up some takeout and then run back in the rain. Unfortunately, Joe had been hit hard by passers-by when he came in, and a bag of coffee had been spilled and the dessert had fallen to the ground and its delicate shape had collapsed and collapsed.

If he gave this to Suzy, she would definitely lose her temper. If she delayed the press conference, she would have to order another serving.

The dessert was out of the delivery range, and as Joe looked at the expensive amount displayed on the cart, he steeled his heart and closed his eyes to order another serving for Suzy.

By the time they brought Suzy her food, Joy was soaked, but the bag of food was well protected.

Suzy gave her a look, but didn't say anything. The assistant beside her instead started to criticize her, "You're too slow. You've been gone for so long. If you don't want to work, just say so. Many people don't even have the chance to work by Suzy's side!"

In the eyes of an assistant, Qiao Yifan was here to snatch a job from her, so no one cared about Qiao Yifeng's sorry state.

When Suzy came up to the stage, Joe stayed in the dressing room with the poem and looked nervously at his work. The more he looked at it, the less confident he became that he was going to leave it to Suzy to comment on.

Susie was Joe's senior, and when she was in school she heard Susie was a famous designer, and when she graduated at the show, Susie said she had great potential and asked her to be her assistant. Perhaps I really don't have talent in design. When the actual design is submitted, I would be miserably criticized by Sister Sui. Sometimes, I would even throw her design script into the trash can right in front of her …

She sighed and leaned against the dressing table, bumping into Suzy's half-open laptop.

The computer screen lit up. Qiao Yifeng was about to close the computer when he froze, his gaze fixed on the screen.

It was an electronic design based on the draft.

Qiao Shi recognized that this was his own work at first glance.

Suzy was not in a good mood. She read the manuscript, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the wastebasket. "Don't use this garbage on me in the future. What a waste of time!"

She clicked on the entire folder titled "The Letitia Elves." The professionals could see that all the designs in it had been modified by the design script.

Joe's hands began to tremble. What's going on?

She had abandoned the design because of Suze's comments, so why did it become the basic design for Susie's fashion show?

"What are you doing?" Suzy walked into the dressing room with her delicate makeup on. She glanced at her laptop and said, "Casually peeping on other people's privacy, is that part of your academy's education program?"

She turned the computer screen to Suzy. "What's going on, senior?"

Suzy looked at her matter-of-factly. "Is there a problem?"

"This... It's my work. " Qiao Yifan stared in disbelief at the goddess who had once been his idol.

"Your work has been thrown away like trash. I was the one who turned your trash into a treasure. You should be thanking me instead."

"But these important design elements are exactly the same as my blueprint … The academy professor said …" Joe choked with anger and disappointment. The professor at the college taught that such an act was plagiarism, and the designer should be ashamed of it.

"Enough!" "So what if you say now that I stole your work? Today, the models are all wearing outfits made from drafts of designs that I sent out, and they are going to show off on stage. Do you think they will believe you, or me, Susie?"

Qiao Shi's hands trembled slightly. Her face was full of grievance but there was no resentment. After all, this was the first time she had experienced such a thing. She turned and was about to rush out the door when Suzy stopped her and Joe pushed her away with his poem like an electric shock. Susie.

Suzy, in her ten-centimeter stiletto shoes, staggered a few steps to catch up with the table behind her, but out of the corner of her eye she saw the assistant approach with the security guard. Suzy simply fell backward and knocked over the table, causing the cosmetics and sundries on the table to crash to the floor.

The security guard and the female assistant, seeing this, rushed over and moved the table away. The female assistant helped Suzy up.

Suzy raised her elbow and blood came out of the corner of the table. She sighed and said regretfully, "This girl peeked at my computer and tried to steal my blueprint. I caught her and she attacked me …"

The assistant shot a vicious gaze at Qiao Yifeng. He took two steps forward and raised his hand, and slapped Qiao Yifeng fiercely in the face. "I knew you had ill intentions!" She took out her cell phone.

"I'll call the police right now and let them handle this."

Suzy pressed her cell phone and glanced at Joy. "Well, it's a branding event today, and I don't want this disgrace to affect the event. Just kick her out of it."

"What kind of disgrace could affect the launch of my brand?" A cold male voice rang out. Everyone turned around in surprise to see Sid standing tall and straight outside the door. His face was carved with an unswerving determination, and his entire body radiated with an imposing aura.