Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1763 Do you know who it is?

Nan Weiwei ultimately didn't pursue the matter with An Ya. In any case, the lawsuit that Shengshi Group had sued her with was already enough to cause her trouble, and she... didn't want to push her to the brink.

Nan Weiwei hung up the phone.

The phone screen went dark, revealing her own bloodless face.

Nan Yifeng's words still echoed in my ears.

"Find the person who gave Anya's brother the design draft, otherwise there might be big trouble later."

trouble.

These two words felt like two needles piercing her temples, causing waves of throbbing pain.

She closed her eyes, and her mind began to replay the events rapidly.

She was extremely careful throughout the entire process, from completing the design draft to submitting it.

To maintain secrecy, she didn't even use the company computer; all the designs were done on her old laptop at home.

Who else besides herself knew about the existence of this manuscript?

One face after another flashed through her mind, only to be quickly dismissed.

Since her parents didn't understand design, Nan Yifeng only glanced at the finished product when it was almost done and praised it as not bad.

Laugh... Impossible...

Colleagues at the company? Even less likely, Chen Kai went abroad, and Lin Fei was kicked out.

So... who else?

A vague thought surfaced, carrying a hint of possibility that made her heart pound.

Nan Weiwei's body stiffened.

Xiao Mei, she also remembered that Xiao Mei had mentioned an online friend to her more than once.

A netizen who was described as "very talented," "a senior figure in the design industry," and "exceptionally skilled" was rejected several times when they tried to meet.

My heart sank suddenly, as if I had fallen into a cold sea.

No, it won't happen.

Xiaomei is her best friend, how could she...?

But there was no one else besides her.

This realization sent chills down Nan Weiwei's spine.

She grabbed her coat and practically rushed out of the company gate, hailing a taxi on the roadside.

"Driver, go to Qinghe Residential Area."

The street scene outside the car window rushed past, the neon lights flickering on her face, but unable to dispel the increasingly thick gloom.

Why Xiaomei of all people?

If it really was her, why would she do it? For money? Out of jealousy?

One terrifying thought after another popped into her head, only to be forcibly suppressed by her.

No, she couldn't make wild guesses before she got an answer.

Perhaps... perhaps it's just a misunderstanding.

But the cold voice in her heart clearly told her that there weren't that many misunderstandings in this world.

The door to the rented room was ajar, and Xiaomei could be heard humming a song from inside.

Nan Weiwei pushed open the door.

Xiao Mei was wearing a face mask and cute bunny pajamas, mopping the living room floor while swaying to music.

When she saw Nan Weiwei return, she gave a vague greeting.

"Weiwei, you're back? Why are you back so early today?"

Nan Weiwei did not answer.

She simply stood in the entryway, staring at her without moving, still carrying the chill of the outside air.

Xiao Mei finally realized that something was wrong.

She turned off the music, peeled off her face mask, and walked over, somewhat puzzled.

"What's wrong? Who upset you? You look so pale."

Nan Weiwei's lips moved slightly, but the sound she made was frighteningly dry.

"Xiaomei, did you read the article I sent to that online friend?"

In an instant, the air in the living room froze.

Xiao Mei's smile froze. She blinked, seemingly not having heard clearly.

"What manuscript?"

"The competition script."

Nan Weiwei spoke slowly and deliberately, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, "My design draft."

The word "competition" was like a key, instantly unlocking Xiaomei's long-sealed memories.

Her mind went blank for a moment. The competition, plagiarism, Anya, Shengshi Group... all the dark clouds that had been hanging over them seemed to have found their source at this moment.

Xiao Mei's eyes widened suddenly, and all the color drained from her face.

She opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Nan Weiwei just watched her quietly.

Watching her go from bewilderment to shock, and then to unconcealable panic.

That heart, which had fallen into the icy sea, had now sunk to the bottom and shattered into pieces.

There's no need for an answer at all.

The answer was clearly written on that panicked face.

"Yes……"

Finally, Xiaomei uttered two words, her voice trembling.

Immediately afterwards, as if all her strength had been drained, she panicked and rushed forward incoherently, trying to grab Nan Weiwei's hand.

"Oh my god, no way, it was...it was me who posted it, but, Weiwei, I didn't mean to! I really didn't!"

Xiao Mei's tears welled up instantly.

"Weiwei, please believe me! I sent him that design draft with absolutely no other intention than to let him use your hard work to participate in the competition!"

"To be honest, during my casual conversations with him recently, I found him to be quite talented, speaking with great detail and conviction. So, on a whim, I thought I'd ask him to help me with this manuscript, to see if he could find any shortcomings or offer any constructive suggestions. I swear to God, I had no other intentions whatsoever!"

Xiao Mei's voice was choked with sobs, filled with regret and fear.

"Weiwei... could it be because I gave him the design draft that your design was plagiarized? You almost..."

Nanwei nodded slightly.

“Weiwei, you…believe me, I swear…I really didn’t, I don’t know how it turned out like this! I thought…”

What do you think?

Nan Weiwei finally spoke, her voice eerily calm.

This calm is more chilling than any hysterical questioning.

Xiao Mei was speechless for a moment when she heard her question, and all the words she wanted to say stuck in her throat.

She thought... she thought that the online friend was a trustworthy senior, a wise mentor who could offer guidance.

He said he was a well-known designer in the industry, but it was inconvenient for him to reveal his real identity.

He also showed her some of his works, whose design and execution far surpassed those of newcomers like them.

When she sent Weiwei's manuscript over with a mix of showing off and seeking advice, the other party praised it highly.

He said, "Your friend is very talented and has great potential. However, there are some minor structural issues with this picture, so it might not be shortlisted. Let me polish it up for you, and I guarantee she'll make it in."

She was as happy then as she is now in despair.

She recounted everything in detail, her voice trembling.

Nan Wei listened quietly, her face showing no extra emotion.

But inside, her heart was already in turmoil.

What a nice "polishing".

It turns out that the other side had set up a trap from the very beginning.

Taking advantage of Xiaomei's naivety, they easily obtained her hard work.

And her best friend became the one who handed her the knife.

How ridiculous! But you can't blame Xiaomei.

Looking at Nan Weiwei's unresponsive face, Xiao Mei's fear grew stronger.

She would rather Nan Weiwei beat her up or scold her than be like this.

Weiwei's face was devoid of warmth, and her eyes, which were usually always smiling, now looked empty, which hurt her more than if she had been scolded.

This silent trial nearly crushed her.

"Weiwei, scold me, hit me! I'm stupid, I'm brainless, I'm the one who ruined you!"

Xiaomei cried and grabbed her arm, "I'm so sorry, I'll do anything you want, please, don't just stay silent, I'm scared..."

Nan lowered her eyelids slightly, looking at the hand that was tightly gripping her sleeve.

On that hand, she was still wearing the best friend bracelet that they had gotten together from the temple.

Looking at her cold profile, Xiao Mei had this thought pop into her head uncontrollably, which made her shudder.

a long time.

Nan Weiwei finally spoke again, her voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

"His contact information."

Xiao Mei was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

"what?"

Nan raised her head slightly and looked directly into her eyes.

"That online friend, his contact information. QQ, WeChat, everything."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable command.

"Send it to me now."

Xiao Mei...