Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 816: Chapter 816: Qing Zi Side Story (Complete)

”President Xu, there’s been trouble.”

As soon as Xu Qingzi stepped into the studio, the assistant rushed up to her.

”What mischief is Xu Jiahuan up to this time?” Xu Qingzi put down her bag, casually tied up her hair, and asked with practiced ease.

The assistant mentioned trouble, and apart from Xu Jiahuan’s mischief, there was nothing else.

The young mistress had grown accustomed to it.

The assistant said, ”The plagiarism incident from before had already died down, right? Just now, suddenly a big V popped up, claiming someone leaked a manuscript, insisting that we plagiarized, and now it’s confirmed, they’re cursing us out. I saw it, the manuscript really is identical to yours...”

This was orchestrated by Xu Jiahuan.

However, Xu Jiahuan didn’t get involved personally.

She bribed another designer in the company to go after Xu Qingzi.

But Xu Qingzi was very aware that Xu Jiahuan was the one behind the mischief.

Xu Qingzi paused, ”Manuscript?”

”Yes.” The assistant nodded. ”Take a look.”

The assistant opened up the big V’s page.

There was the latest reveal, not much in the way of shares or reads.

But in this circle, it probably had already spread everywhere.

Xu Qingzi clicked on the manuscript images that the big V had released, her expression gradually darkening.

These were all her manuscripts.

Xu Qingzi tossed her phone aside and started searching her work area—her manuscripts that were kept in the studio were gone.

Her manuscripts were now in Xu Jiahuan’s hands.

What did this signify?

Someone had stolen them.

Who could it be?

Someone from the studio?

”Call the police, I’d like to see who the traitor is,” the young mistress’s aura fully ignited.

The assistant immediately went to do so.

”Wait.”

Xu Qingzi called the assistant back.

She rested her chin on her hand and thought, then with a curve of her red lips, she said, ”No need to call the police, our new product for this period hasn’t gone to the factory, has it?”

”Not yet.” The plagiarism issue had halted that process.

”Hmm, got it, you can go out,” she said.

The young mistress waved her off lightly.

”But this...” The assistant pointed at the phone.

Unsure of what to do.

The young mistress smiled with a hooked lip, exuding an elegant confidence, ”I have my ways.”

The assistant had been there since the establishment of the studio and knew about the strife between Xu Jiahuan and President Xu, with the former always ready to stoop to low tactics.

Initially, Xu Jiahuan did infuriate President Xu, who seemed to constantly be on the losing end.

But as time went on, the occasions President Xu suffered losses became fewer.

The assistant acknowledged with a sound and left the office.

Xu Qingzi collapsed in her chair, took a spin, thoughts of the scenes by the sea came flooding to her mind, inspiration soared, she cleared the clutter on her desk, and began sketching.

The Xu Family was a business marriage.

Father Xu was not fond of Mother Xu, but Mother Xu had some feelings for him, which Father Xu never cared for.

Mother Xu was a strong woman; given Father Xu’s indifference, she naturally did not bother to show her feelings.

Before Father Xu was married, he already had another woman outside.

This woman even bore him a daughter, Xu Jiahuan.

Father Xu made no effort to hide the existence of this woman and his daughter, even bringing one-year-old Xu Jiahuan to live with them while Mother Xu was pregnant.

Xu Qingzi had a deep understanding of her father’s favoritism towards Xu Jiahuan since she was young.

Relying on their father’s favoritism, Xu Jiahuan always acted like the young mistress in front of her.

The people of the Xu Family acknowledged her as the young mistress, but those on her mother’s side never saw Xu Jiahuan in the same light.

Mother Xu told Xu Qingzi verbatim: ”An embarrassment that can’t be presented in public, you needn’t concern yourself with her, remember, you don’t need the status of the Xu Family’s young mistress, everything from your maternal grandfather’s family will one day be yours to inherit. Of course, whatever is due to you from the Xu Family will still be yours, and no one can take that away.”

Xu Qingzi’s maternal grandfather had only one daughter, Mother Xu.

And Mother Xu had only one daughter, Xu Qingzi.

This grand family business naturally could only be inherited by her.

She really didn’t need anything from the Xu Family.

Xu Qingzi didn’t understand when she was a child.

She was just a small, helpless little girl who needed a father’s love.

That was her dad.

She wanted to be noticed by her father, cared for by her father, and to act spoiled with her father like Xu Jiahuan did.

However, Father Xu never had her in his eyes.

The sense of superiority Xu Jiahuan got from Father Xu naturally had to be flaunted in front of Xu Qingzi.

Whether it was school or university major, Xu Jiahuan always chose the same as her.

Xu Qingzi chose entrepreneurship instead of joining her own company.

Thinking entrepreneurship too tiring, Xu Jiahuan entered a company instead.

When Xu Qingzi still cared about that bit of kinship from her father, she was always infuriated by Xu Jiahuan.

Every encounter always saw Xu Jiahuan coming out on top.

But now...

Xu Qingzi was no longer the original Xu Qingzi.

She was—Aisin Gioro Xu Qingzi!

When I cared about you, you were my dad.

When I don’t care about you, you’re nothing!

Mother was right, sometimes women shouldn’t seek men’s attention, but rather stand at a certain height, making them look up.

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Xu Qingzi let the matter ferment online, Xu Jiahuan thought Xu Qingzi was angered, unable to find a way to refute her for the time being.

Xu Jiahuan didn’t care about the job, after all, she was the one who would inherit the company in the future.

Even if the situation were reversed, it would ultimately have nothing to do with her.

Just when Xu Jiahuan thought she had won again, Xu Qingzi’s studio’s online store suddenly had new arrivals.

The new series, completely different from the drafts, but consistent in style, anyone in the business could see that.

At the same time, the person who had previously accused Xu Qingzi of plagiarism publicly admitted that they lied for the benefit of Xu Jiahuan.

The new products in Xu Qingzi’s shop, along with the statements of the involved party, required no further words to confirm the matter.

If someone copied you, what about now?

Works can be copied.

Style cannot.

Upon further inspection of Xu Qingzi’s past works, her personal style was extremely strong.

Ability explains everything.

Chuzheng was also right.

From then on, Xu Qingzi found the best way to counterattack Xu Jiahuan.

Xu Jiahuan never gained an advantage over her again.

Xu Qingzi established her own brand in a very short time, discovered a group of designers, and with the introduction of Mother Xu, launched her brand internationally.

Even with Father Xu’s support, Xu Jiahuan couldn’t compete on the same stage as Xu Qingzi without the talent to match.

When Xu Qingzi stood high enough,

Looking back at Xu Jiahuan was like looking at a child.

She wasn’t worth wasting her time on.

What others give out of charity, after all, is just charity. When taken back, you still have nothing.

But what you fight for yourself is different.

It belongs to you.

Inscribed with your own name.

Recorded in history forever.

But there was another problem...

Xu Qingzi thought all men were scumbags, had no interest in having a boyfriend, and strutted around imperiously all day long, looking down on everyone.

This left the group of poor souls who pursued her deeply resentful.

I am the queen, I need no adornment.

—Xu Qingzi