The fake daughter ran away with the baby, and the president chased her relentlessly

The conference room was silent.

Many people gasped, but more of them were waiting with shining eyes to watch the fun.

They didn't have a good impression of Sang Ran to begin with.

Although I don't like Ai Xuan either, it would definitely be a good thing if she could drive Sang Ran away.

There was no need to announce the start; everyone immediately took sides and faced the outside world in unison.

And this outsider, of course, is Sang Ran.

Yan Qi was helpless. He looked at Sang Ran and asked, "Are you sure?"

Sang Ran raised his chin and agreed.

Although Yan Qi didn't like infighting in the office, he knew it would be difficult to convince others if he didn't let Sang Ran show off his skills.

Sighing, he sorted out the documents on the table: "Then let's compete."

After saying that, he left the meeting room directly.

Ai Xuan didn't even dare to look at Sang Ran and left with her head down.

Others followed one after another.

Yu Xiaogu glanced at Sang Ran from head to toe with disdain on his face: "You are the fake daughter of the Sang family, right?"

Sang Ran was sorting out the things in her hands. She didn't react when she heard this. She picked up the coffee on the table and moistened her lips.

She raised her eyes: "Li Chuchu should have told you about my design level."

Yu Xiaogu shrugged: "Anyway, I'm not the one you're competing with, so what does your design level have to do with me?"

She just had to stir up the fire and watch the fight from the other side of the river.

Yu Xiaogu couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Ai Xuan was a fool, and Sang Ran was not smart either.

Sang Ran nodded thoughtfully, picked up his things and walked out without saying anything.

She returned to her office and had just sat down and turned on her computer when there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

Xin Beibei pushed the door open and walked in. She adjusted her black-framed glasses and lowered her head and spoke:

"Sister Sang, President Yan asked me to give this to you. He said it was the theme of this competition."

Sang Ran nodded to indicate that she could put it down and leave.

After putting it down, Xin Beibei stood there hesitating, as if she had something else to say.

Sang Ran noticed and poked his head in: "Anything else?"

Xin Beibei's voice was barely audible to Sang Ran: "Boss Yan said that the competition should not be too long and should be completed before lunch. It's just a small competition, so don't delay it for too long."

Sang Ran agreed, and Xin Beibei left and closed the office door.

Sang Ran turned around in his chair, his hands folded in front of him, as if thinking about something.

Yan Qi still gave her a back door.

Sang Ran’s design works have an advantage that no one else can surpass, and that is speed.

Talented contestants have endless inspiration. They may be able to come up with a concept, color combination, and fashion elements to create an excellent work in just a few minutes' time over a pot of tea.

I looked at the time, it was already ten o'clock, lunch was at twelve o'clock, so there were still two hours left.

She picked up the document on the table and found that the design theme was Corpse Bride.

This design theme originated from the couture fashion show of the couture brand Pirate in 2009.

Sang Ran had seen that show and she was impressed by its overall design concept and color elements.

The overall color scheme is based on black, white, silver and gray, with rich design materials, including wide hip-padded skirts with ethnic characteristics, sheer tights, and vertical and horizontal fur accessories.

Yan Qi naturally did not choose this theme for Sang Ran to copy.

She wouldn't copy it either.

Sang Ran rested his arm on his chin and supported his cheek with one hand.

Corpse Bride, interestingly, when talking about this theme, most people will definitely use gray as the main color.

But if we abandon this stereotype, why can't the Corpse Bride use dark red as the main color?

I quickly came up with a basic design in my mind.

Sang Ran opened the drawing software.

Although she designs quickly, the time is obviously not enough to make samples, so she can only work on the design draft.

She immersed herself in her design, her fingers moving quickly, constantly revising and sorting out the details.

The drawing on the computer screen gradually took shape.

After Sang Ran finished the final inspection, she slowly stood up and stretched.

I looked at the time and there was still half an hour left.

She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The 21st floor was large enough to take in half of Kyoto.

His thoughts drifted away, and the memories hidden deep in Sang Ran's memory were suddenly evoked.

In fact, the Sang family was not wealthy from the beginning. They had spent a poor but happy time together in the past.

At that time, Sang Huaimin promised that he would make the three women of the Sang family live a good life.

Sang Ran also made his first wish to him - to buy a very tall house that could overlook the whole of Kyoto.

Later, Sang Huaimin was busy with work and said that buying a villa would provide a quiet place and that all rich people buy villas.

His thoughts returned, and Sang Ran let out a breath.

Nothing is eternal, especially love, which is invisible and intangible, and disappears as soon as you turn around.

She walked back to her desk and sent the design draft to Yan Qi.

Yan Qi: [I still underestimated you. ]

Sang Ran: [Don’t be poor.]

Yan Qi: [Let’s go out for lunch at noon, and I’ll talk to you about the project.]

Sang Ran: [OK.]

The two of them didn't take the competition seriously at all and just treated it as playing house with kids.

If there weren't so many people who disagreed, Yan Qi would never have agreed to this competition.

Ten minutes before twelve o'clock, Yan Qi came and knocked on the door and asked Sang Ran to go out.

He was not going to keep a low profile and directly displayed the design drawings of the two on the projector in the office area.

The purpose of doing this is of course to clear Sang Ran's name.

Since there was no signature on the design works, people began to speculate who created the two designs.

Sang Ran leaned lazily against a table, looking at another work of art.

The color combination is okay, but the grasp of fashion elements is not satisfactory, especially the processing of some details, which is not grand enough.

She graduated with a degree in design in the country and has a certain foundation in design.

Although she gave birth to Sang Ning after going abroad, it did not stop her from making extra money on her own and studying at Parsons School of Design.

She is a well-known model worker in that school.

At just one glance, Sang Ran could see the strengths and weaknesses of this designer.

He has talent, but comes from an average family. He knows too little about high-end design products and his horizons are not broad enough.

Ai Xuan naturally knew who created these two designs. She only took one look and her expression suddenly changed, full of disbelief.

Yu Xiaogu had clearly told her that Sang Ran was a useless person who got in through the backdoor and had no real ability.

She spoke with details and even explained Sang Ran's family situation.

Ai Xuan believed her and decided to take a gamble for the sake of her career.

how come?

She was breathing heavily and staring at Sang Ran's work. Her eyes turned red as she looked at it.

It's over, it's over.

She tried her best to convince her parents to support her in studying design, but those who study design all come from wealthy families.

Ai Xuan was not born with any advantages over them, but she still tried her best to study hard and finally got admitted to a relatively good design college.

Joining this company is one of the few good things in her life.

She thought she had finally made it...

Ai Xuan finally couldn't hold back and covered her face and cried out loud.

People from other departments around were confused. The results hadn't been announced yet? Why were they crying?

Ai Xuan's eyes were red as she turned to look at Sang Ran, her voice full of resentment:

"Didn't you just steal a few years of the rich life? People like you have access to luxury goods since childhood. You are born with advantages over us."

She said to herself again: "Why? God is so unfair."

Sang Ran was indifferent to her collapse.

She propped her hands behind her back on the desk, tapping the ground with her right foot:

"Not really."

Ai Xuan raised her head and looked at her in confusion.