Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86: Chapter 86 Pretending to Be a Pig to Eat the Tiger

Chapter 86 -86 Pretending to Be a Pig to Eat the Tiger

Xue Man arrived.

She looked at the messy ground and the dirty design drafts of Song Wanqiu and Lin Zhiyi, frowning involuntarily.

Without waiting for others to speak, Shen Yan stepped forward full of sorrow and accused Chen Huan.

“President Xue, Chen Huan spilled coffee on Miss Song and Zhiyi’s drawing boards!”

Xue Man’s face darkened as she turned to look at the sincerely frightened Chen Huan.

Chen Huan’s cheeks flushed red as she explained, “President Xue, it was really an accident. I do these things every day, and I’ve never made a mistake before. Everyone here can vouch for me.”

Those colleagues who had benefited from her also came forward one by one.

“President Xue, Chen Huan is indeed the first one to prepare coffee for everyone every day. She is very careful and has never made a mistake before; this must have been an accident.”

“Chen Huan is always the most active at work, and she never complains. She doesn’t have any bad intentions.”

One by one, everyone defended Chen Huan.

This made Shen Yan, who had come forward to accuse Chen Huan, feel extremely awkward and embarrassed from all sides.

One colleague, unable to stand it, added, “There are indeed some people who leave their own posts to do what in the office?”

Shen Yan, stunned, then reverted to her wronged demeanor: “I… I’m friends with Zhiyi; I just wanted to check on her. I’m sorry, it was my fault. I apologize; it’s appropriate for you to say that.”

The colleague was choked, her face turning pale as if she had committed an unforgivable act towards Shen Yan.

Xue Man looked at the noisy office, her forehead furrowed deeply: “Enough! Is this a marketplace? What is going on here?”

Immediately, everyone went silent.

Xue Man looked at Song Wanqiu and Lin Zhiyi, massaging her temples: “Do either of you still have a way to salvage this?”

Song Wanqiu glanced indifferently at Bella, Xue Man’s assistant standing behind her.

Bella nodded.

Immediately, she smiled, “President Xue can rest assured, I can fix this.”

Xue Man hmm-ed, then turned to Lin Zhiyi.

“And you?”

“I… I’ll try my best.” Lin Zhiyi’s face was pale, her voice weak and breathless.

Seeing her lack of confidence, Xue Man still felt uneasy and thought for a moment before pointing towards Chen Huan.

“Chen Huan, you also worked on President Yu’s designs before. You prepare too; an extra option means an extra opportunity.”

“Okay, I apologize to everyone,” Chen Huan bowed her head in apology.

“Go prepare; President Yu will be here in an hour.”

“Yes.”

Everyone scattered and began to get busy.

Except for Song Wanqiu.

She walked to a deserted corridor where Bella was already waiting.

Handing over a USB drive, Bella said with a faint smile, “Miss Song is wise to prepare a backup. This contains your digital draft.”

Song Wanqiu raised her eyebrows and took the item, asking in a low voice, “Is this designer you found reliable? I don’t want to stir up any trouble.”

“Miss Song can rest assured; all are capable newcomers in the industry. I’ve already bribed them. Helping Miss Song is their good fortune,” Bella said mysteriously.

“Bella, I really must thank you this time. I’ve already arranged your brother’s job, and I’ve prepared some money for you as well.”

“Thank you, Miss Song.”

After their thanks, Bella left with a smile.

Song Wanqiu toyed with the USB drive in her hand, taking a few steps forward and peering through the glass at Lin Zhiyi, who was frantically making amends.

Fool.

Ever since the scandal at Cha Hua Manor, did she even have the heart to design?

She knew that Bella, working with Xue Man, knew many people in the industry, both big and small.

Why bother like Lin Zhiyi, exerting so much effort over something that could be solved with money?

In this world, as long as one has power and influence, even if her designs looked like crap, people would still call them art.

Song Wanqiu walked elegantly, but before she could enter, she saw Shen Yan rushing past.

“Stop!”

Shen Yan halted, looking cautiously at Song Wanqiu.

Seeing her in such a sorry state, Song Wanqiu sneered.