He Lost Control with Jealousy — What Happened to Being Untouchable? - Chapter 68

“What I want to say is…”

Sang Wan paused, her gaze fixed firmly on Song Xinran, whose face had turned deathly pale.

“Miss Song Xinran’s work, Stardust, is plagiarized.”

The silent venue was like a tranquil lake suddenly disturbed by a thrown stone.

There was no immediate uproar, but after a moment of stunned silence, ripples of shock spread through the crowd.

There was no returning to the previous calm.

“Plagiarism?”

“What kind of joke is this? Sang Wan is accusing Song Xinran of plagiarism?”

“She’s the chief designer at modo, how could she possibly plagiarize?”

Song Xinran looked at Sang Wan, a composed and confident smile playing on her lips. “Miss Sang Wan, you can eat carelessly, but you can’t speak carelessly. If you’re accusing me of plagiarism, where’s your proof?”

“Proof?”

Sang Wan chuckled lightly. “The proof is that this wedding dress, titled Stardust, was designed by me.”

Under the astonished and scrutinizing gazes of the entire audience, she enunciated each word clearly, “I designed it for myself because I once hoped that one day, I could wear a wedding dress I designed with my own hands…”

Her voice trembled slightly, carrying a trace of vulnerability she hadn’t even realized was there.

“…to marry the one… I love.”

The moment her words fell, the entire venue erupted.

Song Xinran was so shocked she couldn’t speak. Stardust… designed by Sang Wan?

The revelation exploded in her mind, leaving her utterly incredulous.

#Sang Wan Accuses Song Xinran of Plagiarism#

#Sang Wan’s Wedding Dress Stardust#

Within minutes, multiple hashtags surged to the top of trending searches.

What had originally been a competition of interest only within the design circle was now thrust into the center of public discourse because of Sang Wan’s appearance.

The venue was in complete uproar.

“Sang Wan can design clothes too?”

“Who knew she was so multi-talented?”

“Who knows if it’s even true?”

Li Qingmeng stood up at the sound of skepticism. “Sang Wan is my most outstanding student. She has a natural talent for design, Daybreak is her work.”

The uproar intensified. The rising starlet was also a fashion designer? Both the live audience and the internet were sent into a frenzy.

The color drained from Song Xinran’s face, inch by inch.

Sang Wan.

How could she be JC?

Song Xinran’s pupils contracted violently.

When she first went abroad, she worked as an assistant at modo and stumbled upon JC’s design drafts on a website. They were full of creativity.

So, she tried commissioning work from her.

She had money, and Sang Wan, who had just entered the industry at the time, wasn’t receiving financial support from Xu Shiming. Needing funds for her own expenses, she agreed to the commissions.

Using JC’s designs, Song Xinran rose to the position of chief designer at modo in just two years.

Of course, it was also thanks to the fees Song Xinran paid her that Sang Wan managed to survive those two most difficult years.

So, checking JC’s account became part of Song Xinran’s daily routine.

When Stardust was posted, she was stunned. After saving it, she was about to message JC to buy the exclusive rights, only to find the draft had disappeared.

After careful consideration, she didn’t ask about the draft. If it was deleted or hidden, it must mean JC didn’t want it known, which meant she wouldn’t sell it.

Returning to China, she encountered the “Dreamweaver Cup” competition. Distracted by her son and Lu Tingzhou, she had no inspiration for new designs, and JC wasn’t responding to her messages.

But this was a golden opportunity to establish herself in the domestic market, she couldn’t afford to miss it. So, she used the Stardust design she had been longing for.

Perhaps it was because every woman harbored a dream of wearing a wedding dress that she held a special obsession for Stardust.

She had always assumed JC was just an amateur enthusiast, how could she have imagined it would be Sang Wan?

Recalling the investigation materials she had reviewed earlier, it was clearly stated, Sang Wan, a graduate of the Fashion Design Department at Jing University.

A chilling cold surged from the soles of her feet upward.

After silently steadying herself for a few seconds, her initial shock and panic quickly transformed into a sense of aggrieved injustice.

What was there to fear?

She had long since hired a hacker to completely erase that original draft from JC’s Weibo.

At this thought, Song Xinran’s stiffened spine straightened once more.

She curled her lips into an elegant yet aggrieved smile.

“Miss Sang Wan, words alone are meaningless. Please provide evidence.”

The venue fell into instant silence.

Under the scrutinizing gazes, Sang Wan remained composed.

“Evidence?”

She raised her phone, the screen’s glow casting a cool halo over her face.

“Of course, I have it.”

“When I finished the design draft, I posted it on my private account immediately and set it to ‘visible only to myself.’”

Her voice was soft but steady and firm.

“I believe the timestamp will serve as the best evidence.”

With that, she ignored all murmurs from the audience and walked step by step toward the stage, her high heels clicking crisply and resolutely against the polished floor.

Each step seemed to land directly on Song Xinran’s heartbeat.

Every camera in the room instantly swiveled, locking onto Sang Wan and the small phone screen in her hand.

Song Xinran watched the approaching figure, her heart pounding wildly. Though she wasn’t worried about the so-called evidence, the revelation that Sang Wan was JC was still difficult for her to process.

An unprecedented wave of panic and hatred surged through her.

Sang Wan!

This woman was practically her nemesis.

Not only had she stolen Lu Tingzhou, but now she was trying to destroy her career.

Over the years, what had propelled her meteoric rise at Modo, securing her position as chief designer?

It was JC’s endless stream of inspiration and creativity.

No one knew how many of the fashion world’s acclaimed hit designs had originated from that so-called “amateur” JC.

Sang Wan’s brilliantly creative ideas, after being polished by her team, had become Song Xinran’s crowning achievements!

Why did a mere vase, who should have stayed in the entertainment industry, have to wade into the muddy waters of design?

Were they fated to be irreconcilable enemies?

As Sang Wan, under the spotlight, tapped open Weibo, everyone instinctively held their breath.

The air seemed to freeze.

Sang Wan’s fingers moved swiftly across the screen as she logged into the long-unused Weibo account.

The account name appeared clearly on the display, JC.

Song Xinran’s heart plummeted.

The reporters below the stage aimed their cameras at Sang Wan’s phone screen, afraid to miss a single detail.

Sang Wan opened the “visible only to myself” album, where all her hard work and dreams were stored.

She scrolled through, searching for the familiar image labeled Stardust.

But then…

Sang Wan’s fingers froze.

For the first time, her beautiful peach-blossom eyes flickered with shock and confusion.

How could it not be there?

The painting she had spent an entire month on, revising countless times, treasured like a priceless gem, Stardust, had vanished into thin air!

She refused to believe it and refreshed the page again.

Still nothing.

It was as if it had never existed in the first place.

How could this be?

Sang Wan’s face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Song Xinran, who had been watching her closely the entire time, caught every flicker of emotion on her face.

She had won.

The suffocating silence in the venue was shattered by murmurs that were neither too loud nor too soft.

“What’s going on? Is there any proof or not?”

“Seriously, just because you’re bitter doesn’t mean you can accuse someone of plagiarism.”

“Exactly. Trying to stir up drama at a designer competition? Desperate for attention much?”

The whispers of doubt gradually escalated into clear, audible accusations.

Sang Wan’s grip on her phone tightened until her knuckles turned white.

She looked up at Song Xinran, who had resumed her poised smile on stage, and trembled with fury.

“You rigged this!”

Song Xinran wore an expression of innocence and hurt. Picking up the microphone, her voice carried a hint of choked grievance.

“Miss Sang Wan, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Can’t produce any evidence, so now you resort to personal attacks?”

“I respect you as a public figure, but I also ask that you respect the dreams and hard work of every designer here.”

Her words were flawless, placing her firmly on the moral high ground.

Public opinion swung entirely in her favor.

Li Qingmeng stepped forward, shielding Sang Wan, and whispered soothingly, “We’ll get to the bottom of this. Don’t panic, now’s not the time.”

Finally, to regain control of the situation, the host announced loudly:

“Let’s congratulate this year’s ‘Dreamweaver Cup’ champion, Miss Song Xinran, for her work Stardust!”

Thunderous applause erupted.

Confetti and glitter rained down as Song Xinran stood at the center of the stage, cradling her trophy with a gentle smile.

“I respect every designer. As for Miss Sang’s little episode today, I bear no ill will. In fact, I feel a connection with her, and I believe we could become good friends in private.”

Sang Wan turned her gaze to Song Xinran, her eyes brimming with undisguised disdain.

“Miss Sang Wan, are you slandering Miss Song Xinran out of jealousy for her talent?”

“Your actions have severely damaged the reputation of the ‘Dreamweaver Cup.’ Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“Your work Daybreak was impressive, but resorting to such underhanded tactics to suppress your competitor, isn’t that just low?”

Each barbed question struck like a knife.

Furious but unable to defend herself, Sang Wan was at a loss for words.

If not for Qi Qi and the bodyguards shielding her, the reporters’ microphones and cameras would have been shoved right in her face.

Watching Song Xinran surrounded by admirers, Sang Wan made one last desperate attempt.

“Do you dare show your original design drafts?”

As Song Xinran passed by, escorted by her assistant, she paused slightly.

Turning her head, her red lips curled into a victorious smirk. In a voice only the two of them could hear, she sneered:

“Unfortunately, the drafts are locked away in a safe overseas.”

“Locked away, or do they simply not exist?”

Song Xinran’s smile deepened. “Miss Sang, when you lose, you admit defeat. Your incessant whining only makes me think you’re not a worthy competitor.”

She waved her phone at the camera and said, “I took photos of my original drafts back then. Everyone can take a look.”

After speaking, an image appeared on the phone screen, it was the design sketch for “Stardust.”

Sang Wan stared at the image, took the phone from her, and zoomed in bit by bit, then zoomed in even further.