Since her personal information was exposed, Wen Tingxue had changed her number.
This new number was known by very few people.
Therefore, after hesitating for two seconds, Wen Tingxue still answered.
As she swiped to answer, she was still thinking, could it be some telemarketing call?
Had her information been sold so quickly?
To her surprise, the voice on the other end was deep, strong, and very familiar.
"Hello, is this student Wen?"
Oh my god!
Oh my god, oh my god!!
Wen Tingxue gasped inwardly. Seeing her mouth suddenly widen, Yu Wenli raised an eyebrow, his eyes clearly stating: Confess.
Unable to speak, Wen Tingxue gestured with her hand: [Senior Shou Hongzhen!]
Yu Wenli immediately and tactfully made space.
Wen Tingxue, not paying attention to him, calmed herself down and said as calmly as possible, "Teacher Shou, it's me. You're looking for me. Do you have any instructions?"
Shou Hongzhen was the country's foremost costume stylist and designer, so much so that the art academy wished he would be their professor.
Unfortunately, Senior Shou was too busy and maintained a low profile. Apart from occasional lectures, he rarely appeared in the public eye.
The last time Wen Tingxue saw him was at a lecture. In a way, he was her semi-teacher.
That's why she asked.
Shou Hongzhen chuckled and said, "I saw your work online. Although it's not very refined, it's full of spirit. If you don't mind the trouble, you can come to the studio to learn."
Wen Tingxue had interacted with Shou Hongzhen a few times in private. Although each time was short, she could tell he was a straightforward person.
She just didn't expect him to be so direct.
There was absolutely no preamble.
"It's my honor."
Even though the compliment was like no compliment at all, the opportunity to intern at Senior Shou Hongzhen's studio was definitely a blessing from a past life!
It was something she wouldn't have dared to dream of, and now it was laid out before her. How could she possibly refuse?
She was practically going crazy with joy!
Even though Wen Tingxue had restrained her tone as much as possible, Shou Hongzhen was a senior and an experienced professional.
He could hear her inner thoughts with a single ear, and he chuckled, reminding her, "Don't get too happy too soon, it's very hard work."
Wen Tingxue quickly replied, "Young people should endure hardship. Only by bearing the bitterest hardships can one achieve the greatest success."
Shou Hongzhen's impression of her was still that of a good student. His sudden cheekiness momentarily stunned him.
But he still smiled and said, "No matter how good your resolve is in words, I will look at your actual actions. I'll mail you an access card tomorrow. If you can't complete the tasks, I won't let you stay."
In other words, even though I personally brought you in, all the rules will still apply, and perhaps even more strictly.
Meanwhile, on Fu Feifei's side, there was still no movement.
But these were all suspicions. After all, she was a young lady from a wealthy family; there was no reason for her to target Wen Tingxue.
It wasn't until Wen Tingxue successively released photos and videos, from sketches to finished paintings, showing the entire process and even the conception, that it became clear this was not the work of someone who had plagiarized.
In other words, if she had this level of talent, why would she plagiarize?
Therefore, Fu Feifei, who was pretending to be the victim, was directly backfired upon.
The netizens were unwilling to be used as pawns. The insults they hurled were extremely vulgar.
Fu Feifei had never seen so many curse words in her life, and of course, she cried.
And at this moment, feeling wronged, she couldn't stop crying when she spoke of the matter.
It was as if she had suffered an immense injustice.
Fu Yuchuan watched coldly; he hated it when women cried.
Especially when they cried so unattractively, it was unbearable to look at.
He remembered Wen Tingxue, who had been unjustly cursed but hadn't cried much, and found the current situation even more annoying.
"Alright, I'll have the media attribute this to a spat between rivals. When new entertainment gossip emerges, everyone will forget about your situation."
At first glance, these words seemed to be offering help, but upon closer examination, it was clear they weren't helping at all.
Fu Feifei was not foolish and naturally refused, crying and demanding that Fu Yuchuan help her resolve it.
"Uncle! You can't do this to me. I did everything according to your instructions. Now that it's a mess, you can't let me take all the blame, can you? Most importantly, why should Wen Tingxue use me to become famous? I won't accept it! You must ruin her reputation too!"
Fu Feifei didn't have much malicious intent; she was just throwing a childish tantrum, and a few words of coaxing would have been enough.
Even Fu Ran could see this.
But Fu Yuchuan remained silent, his cold eyes fixed on Fu Feifei, making everyone present tremble.
Fu Feifei dared not throw a tantrum any longer. She meekly said "okay" and ran out, and then crying could be heard.
Fu Ran sighed with sympathy, "Uncle, this is unfair to her."
If it hadn't been for Fu Yuchuan's instruction, Fu Feifei would never have intended to get involved.
In essence, Fu Yuchuan had instigated this matter, but Fu Feifei bore all the blame.
Being labeled as fighting over a man might not seem like a big deal, but in the circle of socialites, there were so few of them, who wouldn't mock her?
Fu Yuchuan lazily raised his eyes, "And then? She's just a nobody, she can't make much of a fuss."
In other words, if she felt wronged, she should just endure it.
Fu Ran looked at his once-respected uncle, and his heart suddenly grew much colder.