Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife

As soon as those explosive words were spoken, the crowd instantly erupted in chaos!

The spotlight on stage conveniently fell upon Yan Xinxin, who appeared just as startled.

Mo Chuxi lifted his enigmatic, electrifying gaze toward Yan Xinxin. Her delicate and fresh face was full of bewilderment; it was clear she had no idea that someone had orchestrated such a dramatic "show" for her.

Soon, a trace of anger emerged on his handsome, sharp brows.

Anyone who schemes against his precious Xinxin will never have a good ending.

"Mo Shao, this ugly freak is trying to slander your wife! Deal with her!" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Mo Chuxi had just turned his striking face slightly, intending to instruct Ah Ding, when he heard that guy growing even more agitated and wanting to stand up.

"Sit down."

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"If you’re so eager to deal with this, I’ll show you how it’s done right now."

"..."

"This is the report letter I received, along with photos of the drafts from the designer friend I know!"

Mo Chuxi’s instructions to Ah Ding had barely ended when Jian Ziqing continued her "performance" on stage.

"Camera operator, may I trouble you?"

She spoke, directing the cameraman to focus the lens on the so-called report letter and draft in her hands.

At the same time, on the LED screen behind her, Yan Xinxin’s finalized concept sketch and finished product were displayed.

They were identical, indeed!

Whispers began to spread amongst the crowd, along with numerous nasty remarks.

"Ha! Acting all high and mighty just now, evaluating my work like that, when she’s the actual copycat!"

Qin Xinyu’s disdainful voice came from behind Yan Xinxin.

"Hey! Yan Xinxin! Why aren’t you saying anything now? Weren’t you just arrogantly critiquing my work earlier?"

She jeered loudly.

Yan Xinxin calmly looked at the so-called draft displayed on the screen, then turned her head towards Lu Chenxue, who sat silently beside her, her luminous and intelligent eyes gently probing.

"Xue, don’t you find this image familiar?"

Lu Chenxue didn’t look at her; she merely nodded lightly.

"Yes."

"Then why do you think a photo of my draft appears in Jian Ziqing’s report letter and has somehow become her ’friend’s’ work?"

"Contestant No. 8, Yan Xinxin, could you please explain yourself?"

Before Lu Chenxue could answer, Jian Ziqing’s arrogant voice rang out from the stage.

The spotlight and camera lenses all pointed at Yan Xinxin, instantly making her the subject of everyone’s scornful gaze.

Although some people were awestruck by her fresh, ethereal beauty, anyone who plagiarizes others’ hard work—even if they’re stunning—deserves to be criticized and looked down upon!

Facing all the skeptical stares, Yan Xinxin stood up with composed grace.

"I have never plagiarized anyone. My work comes entirely from my own inspiration and creativity."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Jian Ziqing smirked and continued to incite the audience and judges who were unaware of the truth.

"Yet this draft from my friend is proof enough that you are the plagiarist!"

"This draft is mine."

"Yours?"

Jian Ziqing laughed.

"As a judge for this competition, I will not tolerate a plagiarist running rampant here! Yan Xinxin, your work plagiarized my friend’s. It’s even received the highest votes for popularity, and you might win the Best Newcomer award tonight. Don’t you feel ashamed and disgraceful?"

"If I do win an award tonight, I’ll be honored and at ease, because this is the work of Yan Xinxin’s creativity. If you claim it’s your friend’s work, then please invite your friend to come forward and prove whose draft this truly belongs to."

"Fine! I’ll make sure you’re utterly convinced!"

Jian Ziqing smiled confidently.

Everyone waited for this so-called friend to appear, including Yan Xinxin.

Unexpectedly, Lu Chenxue, sitting beside her, stood up.

"Xue?"

"I’m sorry, Xinxin."

Lu Chenxue apologized, then walked onto the stage under the spotlight and the gaze of everyone present.

Jian Ziqing’s smile deepened as she held the microphone and turned to the silent Lu Chenxue.

"Xue, tell everyone—did Yan Xinxin steal your creative idea and submit it? Is this design sketch truly your work?"