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

The reporters, who had originally put their cameras against the car windows, hoping to get someone to say something, all stepped back when they saw clearly who was sitting in the car, for fear of accidentally offending that person.

"Designer Zhu Jin has something he would like to convey to you through me, and I hope all designers can share this message."

“Don’t let design deviate from the design itself, and don’t think about fame or profit. All of this is just to design a manuscript that satisfies people.”

After saying that, the black car window slowly rose up, blocking out the view outside the window.

This time, no one dared to stand in front of the car, but instead they all stepped aside for fear of blocking other people's way.

The black Bentley drove away.

Huo Anan looked in the direction where the black Bentley left, gnashing her teeth in hatred.

Especially when she saw Zhu Jin coming up from the elevator, her eyes were full of hatred.

If it weren't for her, the limelight now should be mine!

"You'd better keep winning." Huo Anan deliberately bumped into Zhu Jin's shoulder hard from beside her, almost making her stumble.

Zhu Jin rubbed his shoulder which was hurt by the collision and took a deep breath.

Hearing the other party's childish words, Zhu Jin felt that Huo Anan was so childish that it was difficult to evaluate her.

Zhu Jin didn't believe that the organizers of the competition had already released the design draft. Given Huo Anan's sensitivity to design, it was impossible for her not to see why her design draft won.

Coupled with the recent internet turmoil, Zhu Jin had even less favorable impression of Huo Anan, and felt that she was so childish that it made him speechless.

"Oh, beautiful oriental lady, Miss Zhu Jin, congratulations on winning first place twice." An exaggerated, rhythmic voice with a strong accent sounded behind him.

Zhu Jin looked back and saw Harris standing behind him in a white dress.

He took off the rose pinned on his chest and handed it to Zhu Jin, "Miss Zhu, I hope you can get first place this time as well."

Zhu Jin nodded slightly, "Thank you. However, everyone's strength is very good. I just hope that I can continue to work hard and get a good ranking in this competition."

"No flowers. I'm allergic to roses."

After saying that, Zhu Jin walked into the inspection room in front of the competition venue.

Harris raised his slender brown willow-shaped eyebrows and lowered his head to smell the rose in his hand.

If he remembered correctly, he saw Zhu Jin holding a big bunch of roses and smiling brightly at a Chinese man by the river that day.

Allergic to flowers?

I'm afraid I'm not allergic to him.

Harris casually threw the rose in his hand into the trash can and turned into another examination room.

This oriental face is really interesting.

Not far from the two men, Assistant Chen swallowed and glanced in the direction of Huo Jingcheng out of the corner of his eye, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible.

The coldness all over Er Ye's body is colder than that of an air conditioner set to 20 degrees, which makes people get goose bumps.

However, that foreigner is also a tiger.

These days, the Second Master has been sticking to the Second Wife, never leaving her side. Everyone can see his possessiveness.

That foreigner is really very tactless.

"Let's go." Huo Jingcheng said in a deep voice.

"Yes." Assistant Chen quickly pushed the person away, fearing that if he stayed any longer, it would lead to a bloody storm.

After pushing the person into the car, Assistant Chen asked, "Second Master, should we wait for the Second Madam here, or..."

A competition is being held here, and there are many people coming and going. There are also many reporters and media who sneak in to take more photos.

Assistant Chen was not sure whether Huo Jingcheng wanted to continue hiding his whereabouts or didn't care and planned to expose everything.

"No need." Huo Jingcheng turned on his tablet, put on the Bluetooth, and joined the meeting.

……

On the playing field.

After the first two rounds, there were no players left on the field.

This event will still be broadcast live.

Because of the previous incident, the popularity of this game was unprecedentedly high, and the entire Chinese Internet was filled with broadcasts of this game.

Many people want to see the talented Chinese designers perform in the semi-finals.

Before the game started, when the camera moved to Zhu Jin's face, the live broadcast on the Internet was filled with barrages of comments.

"Is this the genius girl?"

"She looks quite young. Can she really design the designs posted on the Internet?"

"I saw her last time participating in the Shen Group's domestic competition. The design style has not changed. It's her, that's right. If you are interested, you can search for it. I have edited it before!"

"Today is the semi-finals. I wonder if she can continue to win first place. If she continues to win first place, then she is basically the champion this time, right?"

"What is the above person talking about? The finals are not determined by points, but by the finals match. It all depends on whether she can perform well in the finals."

Everyone was discussing the matter, but Zhu Jin, who was being discussed, had no idea what was going on.

Zhu Jin was thinking that the previous question was basically half-proposition, and he wondered if there would be any changes this time.

She just felt that there was always a hateful gaze staring at her, as if it wanted to burn a hole in her back.

Zhu Jin looked back and happened to meet Huo Anan's eyes.

She frowned and shook her head, too lazy to care about it.

The designer competition is about your design.

No matter how dissatisfied Huo Anan was, she could only do some small things outside the game. She could not do anything during the game.

What Zhu Jin didn't know was that as she turned her head, the foreign live photographer also turned the camera, just in time to capture Huo Anan's hateful expression.

Suddenly, Huo Anan's pair of hateful eyes were captured and widely circulated on the Internet.

"Oh. That's too scary. Even if the other party owes me hundreds of thousands, I won't look at him like that."

"By the way, isn't this the Chinese genius girl that was promoted before? She's not jealous or envious, is she?"

"I always feel that the person upstairs has revealed the truth. That look is quite scary."

"So, this one is the promoted genius girl, and that one is the real genius. And you're jealous that she stole her limelight?"

“It feels like this.”

Without Huo Anan's knowledge, all her information was found out and posted online.

The Huo Group's public relations department discovered the problem immediately and reported it to the responsible department in a timely manner.

"General Manager Huo, should we lower the heat? Otherwise, at this rate, by the time Miss An An finishes her competition, the photos and rumors may have spread all over the world."

"If we lower the heat now, after the competition, we can have designer Zhu Jin and Miss An An jointly issue a statement, and we will be able to lower the heat quickly and minimize the impact of this incident."

The head of the public relations department made a suggestion but received no reply for a long time. He looked up and saw Huo Jingxiu staring at his phone in a daze.