Thanks to Yin Xiaoran's success as a person, she has been loved by teachers and classmates for three years in school.
Moreover, she is an orphan and has been working and studying hard.
She lives a very frugal life and never takes advantage.
She will return everything she picks up.
Such a student , said she plagiarized, who would believe it?
On the other hand, that girl is usually a bit carefree.
She always looks down on her because of her good family situation.
She has been entangled with several boys and has a history of getting jealous and fighting with others.
One is a top student who makes money without hesitation and strives for self-improvement, and the other is a problem student who tries to attract bees and butterflies and goes his own way.
Who will the teachers and classmates believe?
What's more, the girl can't provide evidence to accuse Yin Xiaoran of plagiarism.
On the contrary, Yin Xiaoran has a sketch of the design in his hand.
This was what Wu Jie asked her to draw, and then he took the original and burned it, saying it would avoid trouble in the future.
At that time, she wanted to go over and admit her mistake, but was dissuaded by Wu Jie: "Xiaoran, now everyone thinks she plagiarized, why do you have to be so stupid as to admit your mistake?
Isn't it good to just end the matter like this?"
"But it will affect her graduation."
Yin Xiaoran didn't want to harm innocent people.
"Silly girl, her family is rich and she doesn't care about this graduation certificate at all.
And look at her, does she look like someone who really likes design?
Even if this design belongs to her today, I can guarantee that as soon as she graduates, she will immediately put these Throw things away.
But you are different.
You really like design and want to make a living from it in the future.
If your file is stained, what will you do in the future?
Have you forgotten your dream?"
It was this passage that made Yin Xiaoran finally give up on surrendering.
He suppressed the guilt in his heart and watched silently as the girl was deemed to have plagiarized by the school.
What designers hate the most is plagiarism and plagiarism, so later that girl was given a major demerit, and the entire school was ostracized by teachers and students.
She left the school without a diploma.
Later I heard that she went to Shenzhen, and she didn’t Do the design again.
She still remembers the girl's expression on the day she left.
How could she be someone who didn't like design?
She was simply a helpless person after being forced to give up her dream.
This is a nightmare that she can't escape her whole life.
It was her one thought that ruined that girl's life.
She could have been a designer because of her.
At this time, Wu Jie dropped a bomb again: "I didn't burn the original design, I still have it.
As long as I take it to your school, then what happened back then will come to light.
Do you think you will buy it by then?"
The award you won for your design will also be taken back, thief" With a "pop" sound, the water glass in Yin Xiaoran's hand fell to the ground, and the pieces scattered everywhere.
The word "thief" made her fall to the ground weakly.
She could no longer feel the pain in her wrists and ankles, and her eyes were empty.
Seeing her like this, Wu Jie smiled with satisfaction, stood up and said, "Think carefully, tomorrow morning is the auction.
If I don't know the base price offered by Qirui before seven o'clock tomorrow morning, you Know what the consequences will be.”
After saying that, he ignored Yin Xiaoran at all, opened the door and left.
Yin Xiaoran sat slumped there, his head hanging down, tears falling to the ground drop by drop.
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Yifan saw this scene when he came back from get off work.
He immediately walked over and held Yin Xiaoran in his arms, who was crying.
He asked anxiously: "Xiaoran, what's wrong with you?"
Ever since Wu Jie left, Yin Xiaoran remained in this posture and cried all afternoon.
She regretted why she believed Wu Jie's words so much, regretted why she was obsessed with plagiarizing other people's designs, regretted why she was so timid and dared not admit her mistakes, and regretted that she had ruined a girl's life.
Yin Xiaoran, who had been in a trance, saw Yi Fan, and the guilt and pain in his heart suddenly burst out.
"Yi Fan" She cried and fell into Yi Fan's arms, crying until she was hoarse, crying until the sky was dark, and her heart was broken.
Yi Fan was frightened.
This was the first time he saw Yin Xiaoran crying so sadly.
Even when she was publicly insulted by Wu Jie, she had never cried so miserably.
What happened?
Yifan, who couldn't guess the reason at all, knew for the first time what it meant to be at a loss.
He was extremely anxious, but couldn't do anything.
Seeing the way she was crying, he felt so distressed that he still dared to ask questions, for fear of saying the wrong thing. to her.
He could only pat her back and comfort her with gentle words, but his mind kept spinning, wondering what happened when she was not at home and who bullied her.
After crying painfully for nearly five minutes, with his eyes swollen like walnuts, Yin Xiaoran slowly stopped crying.
Seeing that her mood had calmed down, Yi Fan picked her up and put her on the sofa.
Then he pulled a few tissues from the table and gently wiped her tears.
Seeing her unbelievably red and swollen eyes, his His brows furrowed.
Who made her so sad?
If he knew, he would never let that person go.
When he saw the fragments of the water glass on the ground and Yin Xiaoran's red and swollen wrists, Yi Fan's eyes turned cold and he asked with a cold voice: "Xiaoran, who hurt you?"
Yin Xiaoran didn't dare to say it at all.
She was afraid that if she did, she would reveal the incident.
She couldn't bear Yi Fan's contemptuous eyes and would collapse.
So, she had to shake her head and say nothing.
The chill in Yi Fan's eyes was even worse, but he didn't ask any more questions.
He just went to get a broom to clean up the debris, and then sat down and looked at her wrist carefully.
The injury on her wrist was touched, causing Yin Xiaoran to gasp in pain, but she bit her lip stubbornly and refused to complain about the pain.
However, she couldn't help but shrink back, and her ankle accidentally hit the sofa.
She couldn't bear it now.
It hurt so much that she said "ouch".
Only then did Yi Fan notice the strangeness of her feet, and regardless of her dissuasion, he pulled up her trouser legs.
When he saw his ankles that were swollen like steamed buns, Yi Fan could hardly control his anger, and the air-conditioning on his body rushed out like it was free.
"I'm really fine."
Yin Xiaoran cried for too long, and she was still sobbing when she spoke.
Yi Fan didn't speak, he just looked up at her, then used his magic to heal her injuries, and then got up and went to the kitchen.
After a while, he came out with the hot food, helped Yin Xiaoran up, and said softly: "You haven't eaten yet, come here, eat something first."
He didn't ask anything.
Even though Yin Xiaoran could already feel the strong anger that was about to burst out, he still held back and chose to trust.
Because Yin Xiaoran didn't want to say anything, he stopped asking.
Such unconditional trust made Yin Xiaoran's eyes red again.
At around one o'clock in the middle of the night, when Yi Fan fell asleep, Yin Xiaoran got up secretly, tiptoed into the next room, and looked through the documents he brought home with the faint light of his mobile phone.
When she saw the document marked "Tender", she mustered up the courage to open the document, wrote down the numbers on it, and restored the document to its original state.
A few minutes later, Yin Xiaoran, who had sent a message to Wu Jie, returned to the bed.
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Yi Fan, who was awakened, did not doubt that he was there, thinking that she had just gone to the toilet, so he took her slightly cold body into his arms and kissed her.
He placed his hand on her forehead and coaxed softly: "Be good, go to sleep."
Nestled in Yi Fan's warm embrace, Yin Xiaoran burst into tears.
Yifan, I’m sorry: