Fang Tian smiled slightly, "Miss Yun, I'm here to help you. Back at Old Master Chu's birthday banquet, that woman embarrassed you and made you lose all face. Now she's being so arrogant and provocative. If we don't teach her a lesson, she'll really think the world revolves around her."
Yun Shu snorted, "I think you're the one who lost face. She exposed your plagiarism of Yun Lan Pavilion's designs. What, you can't handle her alone, so you want to use me as your pawn? Who gave you the confidence and the nerve?"
A mere clothing brand actually wanted to use her? How ridiculous. Yun Shu spat in disdain. She looked down on insignificant people like Fang Tian and naturally didn't want to be involved with him.
However, Fang Tian pursued her, continuing in a conciliatory tone, "Miss Yun, you misunderstand. As the saying goes, unity is strength. While I may not be as noble as you, one more person means more strength.
Do you really want to see that woman continue to be smug? Do you want to see the most perfect man fall for that bitch's charms? Who here today can compare to your noble bearing and beauty? Someone like Chu Rong should belong to you. Don't you want to take back what rightfully belongs to you?"
The last sentence made Yun Shu stop in her tracks. She looked at Fang Tian suspiciously, "Do you really have a way?"
Even Weng Yin had suffered at that woman's hands. Fang Tian? She was skeptical. After all, Fang Tian hadn't fared well in their first encounter.
Fang Tian, however, was very confident, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. You, I, and Weng Yin, the three of us should unite."
She explained it to Yun Shu in detail, finally adding, "Under any circumstances, gossip is formidable. Whoever holds the advantage in public opinion is the winner."
Yun Shu's face was full of suspicion, "Will this really work?"
Fang Tian chuckled twice, "Whether it works or not, we'll know once we try."
...
After parting ways, they each went about their business. Fang Tian went to continue what she was doing, while Yun Shu went to find Weng Yin. After searching all over, her legs were almost weak before she finally found her at a fashion show.
She walked over, sat beside Weng Yin, and whispered, "I have a way to make that bitch suffer. Do you want to get revenge on her?"
Weng Yin, who was watching absentmindedly, suddenly heard Yun Shu's voice. She turned to look and asked uncertainly, "What good idea could you possibly have?"
Yun Shu inwardly scoffed: I'm not as foolish as you. Outwardly, she whispered into Weng Yin's ear.
After listening, Weng Yin asked again, "Will this really work?"
"Whether it works or not, we'll know once we try," Yun Shu persuaded. "This time, I've also found a helper, and it's sure to work."
Weng Yin looked perplexed, "Do you also have a grudge against that slut?"
Yun Shu shook her head repeatedly, "What grudge could I have? I want to help you. Whether you want to or not is up to you. If you want to admit defeat like this, let that woman continue to be happy, continue to seduce Chu Rong, then forget I said anything."
Thinking of that face that disgusted her, like a vixen's, and the necklace worth over six hundred million, Weng Yin wished she could drink that bitch's blood and eat her flesh.
"Alright, I'll listen to you. If your method can truly punish that bitch, our two families can establish commercial cooperation in the future."
Yun Shu politely smiled. Weng Yin first explained the plan to her mother, Li Wei Ru, and then they split up.
...
There were many fashion shows during Fashion Week, featuring well-known brands, and the brands were divided into zones.
Fang Tian arrived at the Chinese trend brand show and entered the venue with an invitation.
At that moment, the brand on display was Yun Lan Pavilion.
Yun Lan Pavilion's clothing was unique. The embroidery patterns on each qipao were exquisite and beautifully crafted. When worn by the models, the clothes looked more like paintings or works of art than mere garments.
The venue was packed, and everyone marveled at the creations on the runway.
"The head of Yun Lan Pavilion is so talented! Every design is breathtaking."
"It's a shame there are so few. I can't buy them even if I want to. I attend Yun Lan Pavilion's fashion shows every year, but I still haven't managed to buy a single piece."
"They're truly beautiful. It's a pity these clothes already have owners."
"Who are the lucky ones who managed to buy Yun Lan Pavilion's clothes?"
Curious individuals in the crowd began to ask each other. As they inquired, some admitted to owning the pieces, immediately drawing envious glances and requests for information on how to pre-order.
Fang Tian listened to the envious voices around her and gritted her teeth. "She's a thief! Why don't you believe me? I'm the victim! You've all been deceived by her."
Her voice was not quiet, and soon it attracted the attention of everyone around her.
A kind person, seeing her agitated, asked with concern, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Fang Tian wept resentfully, pointing at the models on stage. "These designs are all mine. If you don't believe me, look, this is my design book."
She opened the booklet in her hand, revealing many sketches. Although they were somewhat rough, the people present were loyal fans of Yun Lan Pavilion and were very familiar with its past clothing designs. Therefore, someone quickly recognized that these design drafts were indeed from Yun Lan Pavilion's previous collections.
Someone exclaimed in surprise, "Are you the head of Yun Lan Pavilion?"
This question drew more and more attention.
The head of Yun Lan Pavilion was too mysterious. Everyone had been speculating about what kind of person could design so many dynamic and vibrant artistic creations.
However, upon seeing Fang Tian, everyone felt a bit disappointed, a sense of awkwardness they couldn't quite explain. Could such poetic and artistic works come from this person? Her demeanor didn't quite match their imagination.
Fang Tian continued to weep, "I am the owner of Fang Tian Embroidery House."
Fang Tian Embroidery House? That made sense. Everyone present was focused on Yun Lan Pavilion, so they were aware of the lawsuit Yun Lan Pavilion had filed against Fang Tian Embroidery House back then.
"You're the one who plagiarized Yun Lan Pavilion's designs! How dare you sit here? Are you trying to copy them again?" someone accused her with disgust.
Fang Tian said aggrievedly, "You all think I'm the plagiarist. This is the method of the head of Yun Lan Pavilion. Yes, I don't have her fame, but I was also trained by a renowned master. Bai Jing and I have the same teacher, and I have my own skills. But I don't understand business. I only design quietly, only to have my work stolen by the head of Yun Lan Pavilion, who then became famous.
You like Yun Lan Pavilion's clothes, but do you know? Every piece of clothing from Yun Lan Pavilion was designed by me. It was the head of Yun Lan Pavilion, hiding behind the crowd and afraid to show her face, who stole my designs."
"You're talking nonsense! Your Fang Tian Embroidery House lost the lawsuit not long ago. Do you think we don't read the news?" someone defended Yun Lan Pavilion.
Fang Tian gave a bitter laugh. "I am insignificant, and those were paid for. She has money, fame, and even your strong connections and backing. How could I possibly win against her?
Do you think I'm here today to do what? I've thrown caution to the wind. I have nothing left. The head of Yun Lan Pavilion plagiarized my work and even cried wolf. I want to expose her in front of everyone."
Quan Jiu, sitting in a corner, watched Fang Tian finish her solo performance with a half-smile, then asked softly, "You're so confident, you must have suffered quite a bit of injustice, haven't you?"