After the scumbag cheated on me, I turned around and married the heir to a wealthy family.

The villa area was so quiet at night that you could hear a pin drop.

At night there are fewer people passing by.

The brush in his hand fell on the white paper following the thoughts in his heart.

There are scribbles on the rice paper.

Zhu Jin's thoughts flew with every stroke he added to the painting.

It seemed that Huo Jingcheng was destined not to come back tonight.

With this in mind, Zhu Jin was thinking about how to deal with plagiarism next while drawing.

As he continued to paint, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the paintbrush in his hand fell to the carpet with a dull sound.

……

It was already two o'clock in the morning when Huo Jingcheng came back.

Assistant Chen suggested staying in a nearby hotel, but he insisted on going back to the villa to rest.

When the car stopped downstairs of the villa, Huo Jingcheng looked at the light on in the bedroom on the second floor and frowned slightly.

Why hasn't she rested yet?

"You go to the villa next door to rest and pick me up tomorrow morning." Huo Jingcheng left a message and pushed the wheelchair upstairs.

When he reached the second floor, he gave up his wheelchair and walked directly towards the bedroom.

There were only lights on in the master bedroom but no one there.

"Jinjin?" Huo Jingcheng shouted, but no one responded.

Could it be in the study room?

Huo Jingcheng pushed open the door of the study room. It was dark inside, and it was obvious that no one was there.

Huo Jingcheng's heart skipped a beat and he could only walk down the corridor.

The light that was lying on his side was shining through.

Huo Jingcheng turned around and saw that the other party was sitting by the bay window, half curled up, obviously asleep.

He stepped forward very lightly, stretched out his hand to lift the person up, and used his free hand to close the curtains of the bay window.

There were a lot of things going on today, and Huo Jingcheng felt tired. In addition, the room on the side was cleaned by someone every week, so it was especially clean.

He simply carried the person onto the side bed to rest.

Huo Jingcheng originally wanted to put the person down, change his clothes, come back, and then sleep with him in his arms.

Who knew, Zhu Jin reached out and hugged his waist, burying her face in his arms, unwilling to let go.

After trying several times to pry the other person's hand away to no avail, Huo Jingcheng could only lie down and rest with his clothes on.

As for washing up, let’s talk about it tomorrow.

Zhu Jin only felt dazedly, and the warm embrace came to his nostrils with a familiar fragrance.

Zhu Jin's hands tightly grasped the other person's clothes and refused to let go, and his whole body moved towards the other person's arms, wanting to cling to him tightly.

In the dream, Zhu Jin returned to the garden of her childhood.

In the garden, my mother was sitting in front of the drawing board drawing her own designs.

Little Zhu Jin sat nearby and looked at it curiously. From time to time, he secretly dug into the spices on his mother's palette and watched the different colors change on his fingertips.

"Xiao Jin, don't make trouble. You are going to be a little cat." Her mother's gentle words made Xiao Zhu Jin raise his head and look at her, smiling brightly at everyone without hesitation.

Zhu Jin stood not far away and watched this familiar scene.

This is one of the few good things deep in her memory.

"Oh, it's okay." Little Zhu Jin happily avoided his mother's hand that was trying to help wipe his face, "Mommy, you painted well."

The mother's eyebrows were gentle, "Does Xiaojin like it?"

Little Zhujin's head nodded, "I like it! These jewelry are beautiful! Everything designed by Mommy is beautiful."

"Hmm. But didn't my aunt say last time that someone plagiarized Mommy's work?" Xiao Zhujin tilted his head, obviously not clear about the word plagiarism.

For children, they don’t know what plagiarism is.

After Zhu Jin recalled it, he remembered the content deep in his memory.

My mother's professional manager once told my mother that her work had been plagiarized, but not completely. He also shamelessly said that he only borrowed elements. This was a tribute.

As a child, she sat next to her mother and listened to the professional manager spend an entire afternoon complaining.

Although my mother's designs are unique in the jewelry design world, cheap plagiarism will always make the works lose value.

Not to mention that person's shameless remarks.

Zhu Jin tried hard to recall her mother's answer, and her mother's gentle voice not far away reached her ears at this moment.

"Plagiarism."

"People who don't have their own talents will want to take shortcuts and gain attention by choosing this path of no return."

"But, what does it matter to us?" Mother touched Xiao Zhujin's head, "Xiao Jin, you have to know. You will not meet good people on the road of jewelry design, and there will always be shameless people. Thick bad guy.”

Little Zhu Jin raised his head with confusion in his eyes.

For children, these words may be too forward.

"Jinjin, it doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just remember that jewelry design is not an easy path."

"Those who plagiarize will never be as good as you. You just need to insist on being yourself, time will tell. Don't be bothered by their words and deeds."

“If you’re caught up in the rhetoric, then their gossip plays a role.”

Zhu Jin repeated word for word what his mother said many years ago.

As soon as she finished speaking, her mother not far away happened to finish speaking as well.

Zhu Jin looked up and met her mother's gentle and smiling eyes across a distance of time and space. In a daze, she thought her mother could see her through time and space.

"Okay, Xiaojin, don't think too much. Designing what you want to design is the original intention of our jewelry designers, isn't it?"

She heard her tender childish voice answer her mother's words firmly, "Yes."

"Mother……"

Zhu Jin murmured, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

She raised her hand to wipe the tears from her eyes.

Unexpectedly, my mother had already given me the answer many years ago.

Plagiarism is not your fault, so why should you be trapped in it?

That person could copy it once, could he copy it a second time?

I can pursue him for plagiarism, but I can't be trapped in this matter and unable to move forward.

……

When Zhu Jin woke up, she only felt that the corners of her eyes were moist. She raised her hand to touch it, and then she found that her face was full of tears and her pillow was wet.

She was about to get up when her hand touched the warm bed next to her. It was obvious that the person sleeping next to her had just gotten up.

"Huo Jingcheng?"

The man only had a white bath towel around his waist, his upper body was naked, and his wet hair was hanging down casually. The water droplets fell on his chest, all the way down along the abdominal muscle line to a secret place that could not be pried into.

Zhu Jin stared at the trace of the water droplets sliding down, and then turned her head instantly. The hot ears proved what she was looking at just now.

"Don't watch it?" Huo Jingcheng's deep voice sounded.

Zhu Jin coughed lightly, "I didn't read anything. Did you come back last night?"

"kindness."

Zhu Jin only heard Huo Jingcheng's footsteps walking towards the dressing table.

"I probably won't be back tonight."

"Are you busy lately?" Zhu Jin couldn't help but turn around and look.

Huo Jingcheng nodded, "I'm a bit busy. Well...that matter should be taken care of next week."