The host spoke into the microphone, his words echoing clearly and resoundingly throughout every corner of the venue.
All those present erupted in astonishnt, even the courteously educated socialites in the front rows looked incredulously at Chi Mu, their eyes first filled with shock, then quickly filled with feelings of being deceived, anger, and disgust.
"That work was actually a piece from Anan’s personal collection? She dared to plagiarize Anan’s work so blatantly?"
"Anan is a designer I really like. I’ve always been curious about who she is, constantly asking connections about her whereabouts in hopes of a chance to et her, take a picture together. Designer number 18 actually dared to use the works of my most admired designer!"
"She’s the missy of the Chi family? The Chi family, who were brought up by the matriarch of the Han family? The Old Madam Han is very cultured. She was one of our senior mbers at the Yuerong Club. How co their family learnt nothing from Old Madam Han’s good upbringing?"
"I’m really curious, who gave her the courage to use Anan’s works? This is the Yuerong Club, a global gathering of various nobles. Even if it’s a very private personal collection that outsiders have not seen, there are definitely people here in the Yuerong Club who must have..."
"I heard she even submitted an application to join our Yuerong Club and has passed many criteria."
"If the review lets her into the Yuerong Club, I will imdiately quit. I could never associate with such a person!"
"..."
Amidst the multitude of comnts, Chi Mu stood motionless in place, staring back at the contemptuous and disgusted looks from everyone, montarily unable to regain her composure.
She originally wanted to ruin Xia Wan’an, how did it end up with everyone accusing her?
How did she inexplicably beco a thief, rejected by everyone? Wasn’t this supposed to be Xia Wan’an’s fate?
Xia Wan’an, who had been quietly sitting in her seat chatting with Song Youman on her phone since the incident, only looked up when the atmosphere beca chaotic. She glanced at Chi Mu who was standing on the second step leading to the stage.
On Chi Mu’s face, there was no longer any sign of the previous arrogance, conceit, or smug satisfaction. At this mont, her face was pale, lips trembling, eyes panicked, and even a hint of fear could be seen in her eyes.
Seeing Chi Mu like this, Xia Wan’an slightly curled the corners of her lips and lowered her head to look at her phone screen again.
[The Wildest Kid in all Beijing]: "Anan, have you decided to co out yet? What is our baby’s na?"
[The Wildest Kid in all Beijing]: "How about Xia Song?"
Xia Song, a combination of the Xia Dynasty and Song Dynasty?
Xia Wan’an ridiculed the idea without second thought, refusing this bizarre proposal for the baby in Song Youman’s belly: "That na is too strange, it imdiately reminds of the Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties..."
After replying, and while waiting for Song Youman’s response, Xia Wan’an looked up again at Chi Mu.
Chi Mu... In the end, she didn’t hold back, tears spilled out of her eyes.
Xia Wan’an couldn’t help but stare at the tear-stricken Chi Mu for a while. She had to admit, Chi Mu’s appearance when she cries was much better than when she was all smug and laughing... it also made her feel much more relieved.
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