Reborn to outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight

Chapter 921: Freak

Once Lin Zhiyi’s message was posted, it immediately stirred up a storm.

"I knew there would be a twist, thankfully I didn’t speak recklessly, otherwise I might receive a lawyer’s letter."

"Some people speak without understanding the situation; Lin Zhiyi has been doing jewelry design for years. She just started a small online store to design for ordinary people. Do ordinary people not deserve good designs?"

"I have purchased original designs from her online store. She doesn’t skimp on quality because of the lower price, nor does she copy big brands. It’s been three or four years, and her designs are still my favorites."

This person even attached a selfie.

"Lin Zhiyi is a designer approved by Xue Man. Does she really need to plagiarize a student?"

Besides the intense discussion among netizens.

There were also people feeling anxious.

Shirley.

Looking at the fickle opinions online, Xia Meng called.

"Shirley, didn’t you say Lin Zhiyi didn’t have a recording?"

Shirley sounded incredulous.

"I’m very sure she doesn’t have a recording. I brought a scanner from abroad, and before we sat down, I checked her thoroughly—no tracking or recording devices."

"It seems there must have been someone else around her at the time. You guarded against her; she guarded against you. Luckily, you used a foreign email to send the recording," Xia Wan hesitated.

"I told you, none of them are decent people, extremely devious," Shirley said angrily.

"Lin Zhiyi said she has more evidence; have you guessed what it might be?" Xia Wan asked.

"No idea, she didn’t strike me as smart, which is why I was careless. But just because she says she has evidence, does she really? Maybe she’s just trying to scare us into backing down?"

Xia Wan found this reasonable but didn’t want to be caught off guard.

"Shirley, I’ll send you some materials, you can polish them just in case."

"Okay."

After hanging up, Shirley stared at the computer screen, waiting for Lin Zhiyi’s next move.

But before she could see anything, someone knocked on the door.

Being a study abroad student, she lived alone in a dorm room.

Opening the door, she found a fellow study abroad student standing outside.

With a quirk of her reddish-brown brows, she said: "The teacher said if you don’t quickly provide an explanation, the organizers of the newcomers’ contest will revoke your first place."

"Hmm."

Shirley prepared to shut the door.

Unexpectedly, the other felt ignored and forcefully pushed the door open.

Only then did Shirley realize there were two other students standing beside the door.

The three of them, arms crossed, moved in.

As the door closed, the leading foreign woman slapped Shirley.

"Don’t stare at me like that, it’s unpleasant!"

"No wonder your parents don’t love you, you really have a face like dead parents."

Shirley didn’t cry for help, facing the trio with her cheeks red and swollen.

Suddenly, she chuckled.

She looked at them and said, "Is saying things like ’your parents don’t care about you’ all you know how to do? Next time you get plastic surgery, fix your brain too, so it’s not just silicone in there with no wrinkles."

"You! Bitch!"

The leading woman lunged to hit Shirley.

Shirley seemed unfazed by pain, moving forward to knock her head against the woman’s nose.

Then she let herself be hit, biting down hard on the woman’s neck.

"Ah!"

The other two couldn’t pry Shirley off.

Until all three exerted force together, only then was Shirley pushed away.

Shirley fell to the ground, raising her eyes at the trio, smiling.

"Heh heh."

As she laughed, blood trickled down her lips.

She spat a bit, blood stains still on her lips and teeth.

Quite creepy.

The three started to feel scared, not afraid of the ruthless but afraid of the mad.

"Freak! Let’s go!"

The three hurriedly fled from the dorm.

Shirley propped herself up to sit at the desk, skillfully taking out the first aid kit to apply medicine to herself.

Looking in the mirror, she gave a cold smile.

...

Lin Zhiyi didn’t go to the studio today.

Because her assistant called to say many reporters wanted to interview her.

All came for gossip.

Lin Zhiyi doesn’t like the spotlight; her clients also avoid it.

Luckily, Gong Chen was at home keeping her company.

Work was handed over to Gong Shiyan.

Given his capabilities, no one in the company dared to object.

The two of them sat in the study, each busy with their tasks, occasionally chatting and sipping tea.

Lin Zhiyi constantly monitored the online activity. To her surprise, there wasn’t a trace from Shirley.

"Isn’t Shirley worried about my evidence?"

"Even if she worries, she wouldn’t actively contact you; that would be walking right into a trap," Gong Chen said.

"I thought she’d offer some explanation online." Lin Zhiyi propped her chin, casually sliding the mouse.

"She’s probably waiting for your next move."

"I won’t disappoint her then."

Lin Zhiyi checked her PPT.

Then clicked to send.

The timeline in the PPT was very clear, along with communication with Xia Wan, all preceding Shirley’s.

Moreover, Lin Zhiyi had an edge by first explaining the jewelry concept and ideas.

Previously, she had asked Shirley, but the recording showed Shirley’s reluctance to share.

So she stated her own ideas, leaving Shirley no choice but to provide a personal explanation which was hard to substantiate.

Lin Zhiyi watched netizens analyze her PPT, feeling amazed.

"Today’s netizens are really incredible; there are things even I hadn’t thought of which they managed to analyze."

"I wonder how Shirley will respond."

Just as she was thinking this, Shirley’s response came.

What astonished Lin Zhiyi was Shirley’s surprisingly comprehensive response.

As if she had been prepared.

She also laid out her design philosophy, looking similar yet different from Lin Zhiyi’s ideas.

But only Lin Zhiyi knew, Shirley’s so-called philosophy was just a rehash.

Like one painter liking peonies, another also liking peonies.

Then, inadvertently, both painted the same color and shape of peonies.

The odds are low, but some might see it as fateful.

However, only the painters know, in a world of diverse flowers and leaves, they can’t even replicate the same flower.

Much less can another one do.

Lin Zhiyi forwarded Shirley’s contents to Gong Chen.

"Third Young Master, what do you think?"

"Did you share your ideas with anyone else?" Gong Chen inquired.

Lin Zhiyi paused for a few seconds, then replied with a name, somewhat confused.

"Xia Wan. But the content differs from what I shared with Xia Wan, and Xia Wan was the first to stand up for me when things went wrong."

"We can’t rule her out entirely. If not her, then there might be a traitor in the studio," Gong Chen analyzed.

Lin Zhiyi shook her head.

She trusted the people in the studio immensely, and they all got along exceptionally well.

Gong Chen looked at her and said, "Seems you’ve made your choice."

Lin Zhiyi nodded, "I won’t doubt my people because of an outsider. But what’s the link between Xia Wan and Shirley?"

After speaking, Gong Chen sent a message.

It was a ticket to Lan City.

"Leaving tomorrow."

"Then I need to sort things here and call my mom."

Thinking about the trip, Lin Zhiyi’s mood instantly lifted.

As she was talking to her assistant, the assistant suddenly urged Lin Zhiyi to check online.

Lin Zhiyi opened the webpage and found Shirley had posted a video.

Shirley sat in front of the camera, visibly injured.

"I apologize for occupying public resources with this incident."

"I’m unfamiliar with the domestic internet, so couldn’t respond immediately."

"Since Miss Lin has responded, I have nothing more to say; I’m willing to forfeit my ranking in the competition."

"That’s it."