Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Speaking of which, Song Yuening was basically able to confirm it.

This is indeed a "conspiracy", and it is a conspiracy clearly targeting her alone.

"It seems that my existence may be an eyesore to some people, or hinder some people's path to wealth."

After Song Yuening finished speaking these words in a low voice, she received a confused "hmm" from the assistant on the other end of the phone.

"Teacher Song, why do you say that? Do you mean someone is deliberately messing with our studio?"

Song Yuening responded and then continued.

"Please tell me the specific situation again seriously. I want to know what the situation is now. Also, send me the specific information about the batch of clothes that are very similar to the sample clothes in our studio."

"Anyway, I want to know everything."

After the assistant said "ok", he hung up the phone.

After a while, Song Yuening's cell phone received a series of documents.

It was not convenient to check this information on the mobile phone. Song Yuening thought for a while, turned back to the room, took out the tablet she brought with her, logged in to her account, and started reading this series of things from beginning to end.

Just as the assistant told her on the phone, the new batch of clothing on the market is indeed very similar to her sample design draft.

If you look at it from an unprofessional perspective, these two batches of clothes can almost be said to be carved from the same mold.

But Song Yuening is a professional after all, so she can still see some differences in this batch of finished clothes.

She put her fingers on the screen and suddenly zoomed in on a certain detail. After looking at it carefully, her brows suddenly furrowed.

"Have you actually targeted my design draft so early? It seems that the person who stole the design draft is probably an insider."

Song Yuening murmured in a low voice, already having doubts in her heart.

For a designer, if he wants to draw the most satisfying design draft, he has to go through countless revisions.

And because they are worried that the subsequent revised design draft will make them less satisfied, every designer will keep the prototype in the revision stage.

Song Yuening could tell from this batch of finished clothes that what the other party stole should be her third revised design draft.

Although there are some obvious differences between the final draft and the third revised design draft, no matter what, the foundation is there.

If her clothes were on the market at this time, a knowledgeable person would be able to see the similarities between the two batches of clothes almost immediately.

And because of the sequence of launches, as the original creator, she is more likely to be labeled a plagiarist.

This is intolerable for every original designer, and it is also the most difficult thing to get rid of.

Song Yuening put the tablet aside casually, raised her hand and pinched her eyebrows.

Her eyes were a little sore from staring at the screen for a long time. Just when she was about to get up to find eye drops, the door to the room was suddenly opened.

Xie Mingyuan walked in from the outside. As soon as he entered the door, he saw her looking quite troubled.

Although he didn't understand what happened, Xie Mingyuan immediately walked to Song Yuening's side, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and massaged him gently.

"what happened?"

Song Yuening was still surprised by the sudden appearance of the person, but after hearing the familiar voice, she suddenly relaxed again.

"Something happened."

Song Yuening said vaguely that she didn't really want to tell Xie Mingyuan about the studio.

It was not because she was on guard against Xie Mingyuan, but because she knew that the affairs of Xie's company had just come to an end, and the main purpose of Xie Mingyuan's trip with them this time was to relax.

So she didn't want Xie Mingyuan to worry about the troubles in her studio.

Although Song Yuening didn't say anything, Xie Mingyuan could guess a thing or two. Now that Song Yuening is still in a "state of amnesia," the thing that worries her the most is Song Nianan and the studio that has just got on track.

Now that Song Nian'an is beside them, there is nothing to worry about. The only thing that can make her show this expression is the studio far away in City A, which she can't manage for the time being.

Xie Mingyuan's index finger gently brushed across Song Yuening's frowning eyebrows. After seeing that he could not smooth out the wrinkles between her eyebrows, he simply asked directly.

"Is there something wrong with the studio? Tell me and I will solve it."

Song Yuening looked up at Xie Mingyuan in surprise.

"How do you know it's something about the studio? I obviously haven't told you anything yet."

Xie Mingyuan smiled calmly.

Of course it's because Song Yuening is too good at guessing.

It's just that he didn't say this out loud, but continued to ask the question just now.

“So what’s wrong with the studio?”

Having said that, Song Yuening also knew that there was no point in continuing to hide it, so he simply told Xie Mingyuan what happened in a concise and concise manner.

"That's probably it. I have to wait until I get back to learn more about the specific situation. In short... I'm sorry Ming Yuan, our trip may have to be terminated."

Song Yuening felt very sorry for this. After all, before setting off this time, she swore to Xie Mingyuan that she had solved everything and had nothing particularly busy recently, so she could spend a long time relaxing with him.

But now, she has to return to City A suddenly.

Xie Mingyuan looked at Song Yuening's apologetic face and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Do you still need to see me outside like this?"

"The studio matters are more important. I'll book the tickets now and we'll go back to City A immediately."

Song Yuening watched him take his hand back, then immediately went to get the phone, bit his lower lip lightly, and said.

"After all, this is my studio's business. How about I go back alone and you stay here to relax."

"After all, you spent a lot of energy on solving the company's problems some time ago. It's also good to take some rest at this time."

Xie Mingyuan did not agree, but turned his head to look at her, with a slightly unhappy look on his face.

"If you're not here, what's the point of relaxing?"

Song Yuening was slightly startled, looking at Xie Mingyuan's figure, her heart was full of mixed feelings, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a long time, she suddenly put her arms around Xie Mingyuan's thin waist, buried her face in his arms, and spoke angrily.

"Luckily you're here."

Many times, if it weren't for Xie Mingyuan who was her spiritual support, she would have collapsed a long time ago and didn't know what to do, so it was really good to have him around.

The flight was booked early the next morning.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the plane landed in city A. After Song Yuening walked out of the airport, she almost couldn't wait to take a taxi and prepare to go to the studio.

When she was getting into the car, she looked at Song Nian'an, who was about to get in the car with her, and paused before closing the door, feeling a little hesitant for a moment.

"Nian An, my mother has very important things to do in the studio, so she may not be able to take care of you for a while. So you and Uncle Xie go home together and go and play with brother Zitao, okay?"

Song Yuening's voice was gentle and light. It was not a commanding tone, but rather a bit of a discussion.

After Song Nian'an listened, he just thought about it briefly and nodded in agreement.

"Okay then, mom, please do your work first. Come and pick me up after you're done!"