night. Jiang Qingran likes He Hanchuan and doesn't want to see us get engaged, so she deliberately framed me. This reason sounds more believable, rightIt's precisely because this incident was so illo...At this moment, Menglan was seated by the window. Her slender and strong fingers held a water cup, tapping it lightly up and down.

"Buzz buzz--"

Suddenly, the cell phone she had placed on the table rang.

Menglan was slightly surprised, and lowered her eyes to look over.

When she saw that the caller was Feng Mu, a hint of anger flashed in her eyes, and she hung up.

Since Feng Mu has already reached this point.

Then, there wasn't much to talk about between them.

Soon, the cafe door was suddenly pushed open and a woman in professional attire with long hair walked in.

Seeing her, Menglan immediately perked up and waved to her.

"Here."

The woman turned her head after hearing her voice and walked over with a blank expression.

"Sorry, the company has overtime, I'm late." The woman reminded in a low voice, but her tone showed no ripples.

"It's okay, I just got here not too long ago either." Meng Lan pushed the menu on the table towards her. "Whatever you want to drink, just order it."

The woman sitting across from him was playing with her phone, her tone distant as she reminded him,

"I'll just have a glass of plain water."

"Okay." Menglan heard this and, because of the woman's attitude, her brows furrowed involuntarily.

But she still called the waiter and ordered a glass of white water, as well as a few low-fat mini sweet cakes.

Silence.

Dream Orchid also took this opportunity to raise her eyes and carefully sized up the woman.

Her face was bare of any makeup, and her skin looked rather poor. She wore a large black pair of glasses that framed her face, giving her an antiquated air.

If placed among a crowd, it would be utterly unremarkable.

Soon, a waiter brought a cup of warm water and a small dessert to their table, smiling and reminding them, "Ladies, enjoy your meal."

"Thank you." Meilan smiled lightly and nodded.

And the woman remained with an expressionless face, reaching out to pick up a glass of water. She took a light sip before speaking first,

"Just say what you have to say. I'm busy and don't have time to waste."

Upon saying that, Menglan smirked and let out a cold laugh.

"The designer Xia Youyou from the Morning Light Group is indeed very straightforward."

She picked up the small fork on the table, gently stirring the cake. Her voice suddenly dropped,

"It's just that the methods are a bit too underhanded. As a fellow fashion designer, at the very least, one should have professional ethics. Stealing someone else's design results with such dirty tricks is really disgusting!"

That's right.

This woman before you is Xia Youyou, the designer of Chen Guang Group.

Her own design was the one Arnold sold to her.

Summer Youyou wasn't popular at the company before. She hadn't produced any noteworthy work in all these years. But ever since she started using her own designs, she became a sensation overnight, incredibly popular.

Hearing Menglan's words, Xia Youyou's face turned slightly pale.

But thankfully, she probably had psychological preparation and didn't show too many emotions.

"Since you already know everything, why did you come to meet me" she stated bluntly.

Meng Lan pursed her lips, her voice laced with anger. "Stealing someone else's design, taking credit for their work, don't you have a shred of guilt in your heart"

"

Guilt

"

Then, with a loud bang, Xia Youyou put down the water glass in her hand, "I've done some research on you. You were the beloved daughter of the Liu Group and even childhood sweethearts with Feng Mu"

Menglan's eyes deepened, "You certainly did your homework."

Xia Youyou lifted her eyes, her eyes filled with jealousy, and her tone became heavier. "Look, you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. What hardships have you ever experienced Even coming to Yun City is just an experience of life. Have you ever tasted the bitterness that life brings"

“But I’m different from you. I was born into a poor family, and we never had enough to eat or wear. ” As she spoke, her voice trembled with excitement, “I got where I am today through my own hard work, but fate played a cruel joke on me. No matter how hard I tried, I just didn’t have the talent to draw designs that would be popular.”

As she listened, Menglan's face grew somber, her fingers tightening around the water glass.

"So poverty makes it okay for you to steal other people's designs"

"Do you think I want to"

Xia Youyou was pierced by the pain in her heart. She suddenly stood up from the chair, "But I can't help it, I only want money. I don't want to go back to those hard days for the rest of my life."

Her voice seemed to be filled with the pain of some past hardship, and there was a hint of gritted teeth in it.

"Your story does sound quite pitiful," Meng Lan raised her eyes, looking at her with piercing intensity, speaking in a measured tone. "But you've walked the wrong path, and even now, you haven't realized your mistake. It's truly difficult to feel sympathy for you."

"Shut up!" Xia Youyou's face was filled with anger as she growled in a low voice, "I don't need your pity, I don't need anyone's pity!"

Saying that, she picked up her bag and turned to leave.

Looking at her angry back, Menglan's face became even more tranquil. She spoke in a low voice, reminding,

As a fashion designer, you should know better than anyone that design sketches have a soul of their own. They don't belong to you, even if you try to hold on to them. Ultimately, they are not yours.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Xia Youyou's delicate frame trembled suddenly.

But Menglan seemed oblivious to her change, and continued speaking,

"You're still young and don't realize the power of law. Don't ruin your career because of your own recklessness."

Xia Youyou did not reply. Her footsteps paused for a few seconds before she left without looking back.

Meng Lan watched her walk out of the coffee shop, her breath slightly heavy with anger. She took several gulps of water, trying to suppress the fury and resentment burning in her heart.

Then, his gaze gradually turned colder and colder.

Unexpectedly, Xia Youyou is truly rotten to the core. I wanted to have a serious talk with her, hoping to persuade her to turn herself in, but it seems impossible now.

It seems she can only go for a hard approach.

Thinking of this, Menglan finally picked up the phone on the table and sent Xiahuan a message: Conversation failed.

Xia Huan quickly replied: I'm at the door.

After finishing, Menglan's face showed surprise. She quickly got up from her seat, went to the counter to settle the bill, and then hurried out of the cafe.

"Here!"

She hadn't stood there for long when a SUV parked on the roadside rolled down its window. Xia Huan was sitting in the driver's seat, waving at her.

"Come here."

Seeing this, Meng Lan hurried over, opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat.

"Please fasten your seatbelts, we're about to depart."

Hearing Xia Huan's hurried commands, Meng Lan didn't have time to ask any more questions and hurriedly fastened her seatbelt.

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