Rong Jingyang: "—"
If he hadn't "interrogated" the two thugs, he might have followed up with "which woman," but he already knew the answer...
Rong Jingyang's breath hitched. He didn't want to discuss this topic.
Afraid to meet Ai Wei's gaze, he guiltily averted his eyes. "Rest well and recover from your injuries first."
And after recovering?
Ai Wei's lips moved, wanting to question him, but ultimately said nothing.
She could tell from the man's expression what his answer would be.
She wasn't foolish enough to humiliate herself or make a fool of herself. At least, the timing wasn't right now; it wasn't the time for her to confront him.
The most important thing now was to execute Kristino's "plan."
Swallowing with difficulty, Ai Wei trembled and said in a hoarse voice, "The design drafts... my designs... are gone."
Rong Jingyang didn't hear clearly. "What?"
Tears welling up in her eyes, Ai Wei trembled and clutched Rong Jingyang. "The designs, the designs... I didn't... cough cough cough cough!"
Rong Jingyang wanted to reach out to help her, but his legs were still unable to stand. He could only watch as the woman's face turned red and she struggled to breathe.
"Where do you feel unwell? Do you want me to call a doctor?"
He asked.
Ai Wei patted her chest, catching her breath for a moment before feeling a little better.
Rong Jingyang poured her a cup of water.
Ai Wei moistened her throat and continued, "Yesterday, I was in a car accident, and the design drafts... were gone. The USB drive was also gone."
"My office... has a backup..."
She hadn't submitted the final draft yesterday?
Didn't the public vote start this morning?
Suddenly, Rong Jingyang understood.
"Alright, I'll sort it out for you immediately."
He could completely handle using his connections and influence to temporarily add Ai Wei's design drafts.
Rong Jingyang took out his phone, pressed the power button, and made several calls. The matter was settled.
However, a few minutes later, a staff member from the government department called, their tone solemn. "Mr. Rong, Miss Ai's design draft cannot be uploaded."
Rong Jingyang's dark eyes narrowed. "Why?"
Where did the problem lie?
Or had he not explained clearly enough?
Upload!
It must be uploaded!
Whoever dared to object, no, he would not accept any objections!
The staff member sighed. "Miss Ai's design is identical to Xin Yang Company's design."
What?
Rong Jingyang doubted what he had heard.
The staff member continued, "I'll send you both versions. You can take a look."
Rong Jingyang: "—"
After ending the call, he immediately received an email.
The man stared at the two drafts, which were seven to eight parts similar, and froze.
How could this be...
How could this be...
Du Ruoxin plagiarized Ai Wei?!
Rong Jingyang was so certain because Ai Wei had previously shown him the design drafts, and he had helped modify several parts.
For example, the design of the control tower, the airport runway design, and the technical challenges were all finalized by him.
And these ideas appeared in Du Ruoxin's design drafts.
Rong Jingyang couldn't understand. Besides Du Ruoxin plagiarizing him, what other explanation could there be?
But...
Why?
Seeing the extreme distress on the man's face, Ai Wei coughed a few times, drawing his attention back, and asked, "A Jing, what's wrong?"
"They won't agree to add my design drafts?"
"Cough cough cough—"
Rong Jingyang quickly came to her side, handed her water, and said, "No, don't worry, I'll handle it."
Ai Wei's pale face stirred the man's pity. She put on a sensible act again. "Don't lie to me. I know it's difficult."
"If it can't be done, then forget it."
"It's just—"
"I feel a bit sorry for you."
"You worked so hard to help me revise the design drafts."
"Cough cough cough—"
As she got agitated, she started coughing uncontrollably.
Rong Jingyang's dark eyes sharpened, and a powerful aura emanated from him. "I said, I will help you get it done!"
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ps: The plot that has been buried for a long time is finally about to explode.