"What Alina plagiarized? Her mother is the renowned editor of a fashion magazine; does she need to plagiarize?"
...
As she listened to their conversation, Qiao Mo stepped out of the restroom, her gaze landing on a group of won.
Standing in front of the mirror were three won, each with a different aura, but all dressed fashionably.
When they saw Qiao Mo co out, two of them imdiately lowered their heads, except for one who craned her neck in a glaring contest with Qiao Mo, a hint of disdain in her eyes.
Clearly, the other two were rely gossiping. But the woman facing her had obvious hostility.
"Did I offend you?" Qiao Mo asked bluntly.
The woman paused, clearly surprised by this question, then sneered, "How could you offend a nobody like ? You are the well-known Young Madam Fu, and I’m just speaking honestly. What, is Young Madam Fu planning to bully with power?"
"Speaking honestly? May I ask if you saw it firsthand, or heard it yourself? Were you invited to the New Talent Competition? Or did you attend the Milan Fashion Week?" Qiao Mo replied calmly.
The woman in front looked awkward, stamring, "No... no. But it’s all over the news!"
"Is that so? Then I’d like to know which news outlet you saw it on? Which newspaper? And did it really conclude that I plagiarized 100%?" Qiao Mo pressed further.
Even at the competition site back then, both judges and hosts used the term ’suspected plagiarism,’ which led to them announcing her award was invalid.
From beginning to end, no one ever truly asserted that Qiao Mo plagiarized Alina.
The woman was at a loss for words, "Why... why do you care which news I read?"
Qiao Mo sneered, "Could it be that this lady reads entertainnt news? Are you aware of spreading rumors and causing trouble, that I am entitled to pursue legal action?"
"You... you!" The woman’s face flushed, her previous vigor instantly diminished.
Qiao Mo sneered and brushed past her.
Reaching the door, she suddenly stopped and said again, "From your attire, you appear to be an assistant to so designer."
The woman paused, montarily unsure of what Qiao Mo ant.
Qiao Mo spoke with asured calm, "If I hear this again, I won’t mind calling you over to my place to run errands. After all, you just ntioned I had a thing going on with your president."
The woman’s face turned ghostly pale, running errands... running errands...
You see, tasks assigned to these assistants regularly co from the designer, and the annual assessnts are also determined by the designer.
If Qiao Mo were to truly call her to work under her, purposely making things difficult.
She didn’t dare imagine if she’d still have hope for her future career.
After Qiao Mo left, everyone in the restroom breathed a sigh of relief, except for the woman who remained uneasy.
Interestingly, the incident didn’t affect Qiao Mo’s mood too much; it was rely the thought of being mocked using her title ’Young Madam Fu’ that left her slightly disheartened.
From when did this label stick to her, while everyone seed to forget she was Qiao Mo.
After composing herself, Qiao Mo returned to her office, finding Xu Wan seated on the chair opposite her desk, seriously tending to several pots of plants.
"Aunt Xu, what brings you here?"
"Xiao Mo, you’re back. Look, I brought you so cacti and succulents; aren’t they cute?"
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