Hello, Heir

Si Zhengting lowered his gaze and blandly said, “Speak.”

As Ji Chen’s voice came through the cell phone, Si Zhengting tensed up, and he held the phone tighter.

Please don’t let me down , he silently hoped.

“According to my investigations, a few days ago, when Madam made a trip to the Gu residence, she brought a USB drive with her.”

Si Zhengting furrowed his eyebrows, his voice deepening. “I know that already.”

Upon speaking, he pursed his lips. Then, not knowing whether he was trying to convince Ji Chen or himself, he, who never spoke much, added, “This alone can’t be evidence of her stealing the design drafts.”

Furthermore, he had just bought Zhuang Nainai a laptop a few days ago because she had wanted to design clothes for him. It was only because they had several disputes afterward, in addition to her lack of confidence in her own designs, that made her hide her designs from him out of fear of ridicule.

Of course, he had paid no attention to it.

In their high school days, Zhuang Nainai once said she wanted to be a designer.

But she had specialized in site design and planning. He knew she had chosen fashion design, but he never really paid attention to this issue.

There were already many designers incapable of creating eye-catching, thoughtful creations. What more her, a less-than-competent designer?

The Gus getting her to design for them?

Would the Gus even be willing to accept her designs?

Ji Chen was shocked by the coldness in his voice. After a moment’s pause, he resumed his report, professional and formal. “Sir, upon checking the leading styles of the Gu Corporation, I found that they are indeed of the same concept as ours.”

Si Zhengting rebuked, “It’s common to share similar concepts in this industry.”

That concepts could overlap was indeed a common occurrence in the fashion industry.

The people of Beijing were languid and never really cared about their appearances. In winter, their common priority was always to wrap themselves up to keep themselves warm and relaxed.

And so, even a small change in clothing design signaled a sense of being fashionable.

Yet, while concepts could be identical, it did not mean that the designs would be the same.

The final product of every single person’s designs surely had to be different.

Ji Chen did not dare to continue. Hearing the anxious tone in Si Zhengting’s voice, he hesitated for a while before speaking once more. “Sir, have you seen Ms. Si’s design drafts?”

Si Zhengting raised his brows.

Come to think of it, the drafts that he had given Si Jingyu had been messy and just an act to indulge her whims. When Si Jingyu had received the drafts, she had told him she was going to change the designs completely. She changed the drafts so much that the designs had then become her exclusive, personal creation.

But Ji Chen must have had his reasons for getting him to look at the designs again.

Si Zhengting held on to his phone as he went into his room to open Si Jingyu’s designs on his computer.

The designs were characteristic of Si Jingyu. She loved to insert personal symbols in her work, and this particular down clothing now on the screen was no different: the zip had a T-shaped design.

Si Zhengting coldly spoke into the phone, “Continue.”

Ji Chen’s voice grew a little guilty, and Si Zhengting could even hear him swallowing in nervousness. “Since their leading designs were so similar to ours, I went to the Gu Corporation’s clothing factory. And since we’ve always had good ties with them, it didn’t take much for me to procure their design drafts.”