The next day, Shen Qingqing asked Ke Lin to hold a press conference.
She appeared as the CEO of Shen's Group, accompanied by the twins. When she, dressed in a stunning gown, graced the press conference, everyone was mesmerized.
But what was most remarkable was her presence, an aura that commanded attention.
The initially noisy venue gradually fell silent.
Shen Qingqing stood before the microphone with the twins, "Today's press conference is to clarify the recent online rumors claiming my son plagiarized someone else's artwork."
The crowd exchanged glances, and hushed discussions arose.
Someone couldn't help but ask, "Ms. Shen, are you here to clarify that he didn't plagiarize?"
"Yes."
"But the original artist has already come forward."
"And the artist has the original draft in hand. How will you prove you didn't plagiarize?"
"A mere press conference won't fool us. We don't accept this. We need evidence. Otherwise, this plagiarism charge cannot be cleared!"
The crowd's reaction wasn't as intense as before, but their suspicion towards Chenchen remained.
Shen Qingqing looked at Ke Lin, "Please come up."
Everyone exchanged confused glances.
Who was being asked to come up?
Soon, their doubts were answered. Ms. Shen had actually brought the so-called original artist, a woman in her late twenties.
She wore a designer outfit from an niche brand and appeared quite affluent.
As soon as she stepped up, she declared, "This painting is mine. You plagiarized it. I will absolutely not let plagiarists off the hook!"
Shen Qingqing let out a light laugh, "You claim this is your original draft, implying you are very familiar with this artwork, remembering every stroke, every detail, is that right?"
The woman sensed something unusual about the question. After careful consideration, she recalled that after retrieving the original draft, she had indeed examined it meticulously.
Now, besides the original artist, she was undoubtedly the most familiar person with this painting.
"That's right, I am very familiar with it."
Her confidence made the reporters doubt Shen Qingqing and Chenchen again.
Any designer or artist cherishes their own work. If one were not the original creator, how could they possess such unwavering confidence?
"Ms. Shen, do you have anything else to say?"
Shen Qingqing glanced at the reporter who had asked and said calmly, "What if I can find a secret within the original draft that she doesn't know?"
Everyone was stunned.
Even the woman's eyes flickered, then she asserted with conviction, "That's impossible!"
She had watched Shen Qingqing's previous clarification video and knew that she had a habit of leaving markings on her artwork. She had even searched meticulously according to the method shown in the video.
There were no hidden marks on this draft.
Shen Qingqing extended her hand, "May I have it?"
The woman immediately clutched her pocket, her gaze wary. "I can't give it to you. What if you damage it?"
"There are so many reporters present," Shen Qingqing swept a glance at the reporters holding cameras below. "If I damage this painting, they will be witnesses to testify that I did so out of guilt."
Then this press conference would be meaningless.
The woman thought this made sense, but she was still worried, her movements slow. The reporters, however, urged her on. With no other choice, she handed the original draft to Shen Qingqing.
Shen Qingqing signaled for a glass of water. The woman immediately stepped forward to stop her.
"Don't think you can ruin my painting!"
"Don't worry, I won't cut off my own retreat."
Shen Qingqing completely ignored her. Without even needing to be told, Ke Lin blocked the woman. He was polite and courteous but did not allow her to approach even an inch.
Shen Jinxi quickly found the spot where the hidden pigment was and dripped water onto it.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the blank area changed. A light blue pigment emerged, gradually forming two characters.
—Fu Zhichen.
As soon as these two characters appeared, there was no need for further explanation. Everything became clear.
The woman was shocked. "This is impossible..."
Unfortunately, this time, even the reporters could not speak up for her. If it weren't her own painting, how could there be such a mark?
And her own name was left behind.
"You imposter, you're the plagiarist!"
The reporters surrounded the woman, bombarding her with questions, but she was unable to answer, left to be drowned in their accusations.
By the time the reporters regained their senses, they realized Shen Qingqing and the twins had vanished.
However, the press conference was still uploaded online.
Whether it was Shen Qingqing's breathtaking beauty or her composed demeanor, people could not forget it, it was deeply etched in their minds.
So this was Master Fu's fiancée.
Only a woman like this could be worthy of him!
Fu Jingshu also saw the video of the press conference. When he saw the mother and her two children return, he immediately went to greet them, about to say something, when he saw Shen Qingqing walk past him.
He froze abruptly.
This time, even Chenchen ignored him, merely casting a dismissive glance his way.
He stood alone in the living room until the three of them went upstairs. After an unknown amount of time, Old Mrs. Fu came down and sighed, looking at his rigid posture.
"Are you having a spat?"
Fu Jingshu remained silent, a low pressure emanating from him.
Old Mrs. Fu pondered for a moment, "If you're having a spat, then hurry up and make amends."
He hesitated for a moment, then turned around, a rare look of confusion on his handsome face. "I don't know how to make amends."
It wasn't that he didn't care about Chenchen, but he didn't want Chenchen to continue to be embroiled in the plagiarism controversy, so he had resorted to this tactic. If he had known she had a better method, he would not have done this.
But she had found a good solution and hadn't told him.
She was definitely angry.
Old Mrs. Fu looked at her grandson's clumsy demeanor and felt a pang of disappointment. "You always make her angry. I'll give you an idea, do you want to hear it?"
His gaze fixed on her intently.
Old Mrs. Fu chuckled, "Tomorrow, don't go to the company. Take Qing girl and the two children to climb a mountain. Put aside these worries and relax."
A spark flashed in Fu Jingshu's eyes.
"Thank you, Grandma."
Old Mrs. Fu said earnestly, "If you truly want to thank me, then make it up to her properly. If you've done something wrong, you must admit it and correct it in the future. If you want to marry her, you have to listen to her, understand?"
Furthermore, everything Qing girl said was right, she was perfectly reasonable.
Fu Jingshu dared not refuse now, only nodding, "Okay, I'll listen to Grandma."
After Old Mrs. Fu left, he asked a servant to pack their luggage. He thought about it and decided to do it himself. As he reached the door of his room, he heard a voice behind him.
"Jingshu, I want to take Nuonuo with us too."
He turned around, frowning at Lu Wanying. "Didn't I tell you to leave? Why are you back?"
Lu Wanying seemed a little hurt. "Nuonuo can't leave me, she won't let me go. I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation, I just overheard it accidentally..."
"No."
Fu Jingshu, without letting her finish, flatly refused.