My ex-husband got engaged, I was reborn, and the young master of Beijing's elite circle went cr

As Zuo Feng returned to the private room, a venomous glint flashed in Wu Hua's eyes.

Once Jian He is driven away from the capital, she can do whatever she wants there, and no one will know about the shameful things she did in the past.

Zuo Feng pushed open the door and entered, just in time to hear Cheng Yan whispering to Jian He.

Cheng Yan asked her, "Why did it take you so long to wash your hands?"

Jian He muttered somewhat unhappily, "It's nothing, I just ran into two dogs and almost got bitten."

Jian He spoke subtly, and Cheng Yan understood what she meant. When he looked up, he saw Zuo Feng looking at Jian He with a very unfriendly gaze.

Cheng Yan's face darkened.

Sitting not far from Cheng Yan, Aunt Zuo noticed that both Cheng Yan and Zuo Feng looked unwell. Knowing how to navigate social situations smoothly, she was afraid that something might go wrong with this hard-won dinner.

She found her phone, went to Jian He's side, and started chatting with Jian He to divert Cheng Yan's attention.

Aunt Zuo pulled out a few photos of trendy clothes and spoke to Jian He.

"Jian He, since you're new to the capital, I wanted to give you something, but I don't know what would be appropriate. Luckily, I know a bit about clothing, so how about I give you a few sets of the latest seasonal clothes?"

Jian He smiled. She wasn't quite sure how Cheng Yan was structured, and didn't dare to speak rashly.

"Auntie, isn't this too much of an expense for you?"

Aunt Zuo quickly reassured everyone, "It's not expensive at all, not at all. These are clothes produced in our own clothing factory, what's the expense?"

“Ah Feng’s company makes clothing. These are the latest styles he sent me. Take a look.”

Aunt Zuo pulled up pictures of clothes on her phone and showed them to Jian He.

With just one glance, Jian He felt her mind suddenly go blank.

Are these clothes her designs?

Back when Jian Qingshan suddenly fell ill, she, who had been very interested in fashion design since childhood, started a small clothing company. Later, after she promoted Yin Muqiao to the position of president of the Jian Group, she devoted herself to running her own small company.

In his previous life, his small company became the property of the Yin family due to Yin Muqiao's scheming.

Her years of hard work have been completely ruined.

So after she was reborn in this life, she managed the Jian Group's business while continuing to expand the scale of her small clothing company, and she also hired a professional manager to manage it.

In order to have her own brand, she devoted herself to studying fashion trends and drew many sketches of new clothes.

While divorcing Yin Muqiao and selling the villa they married, Jian He discovered that her manuscript had disappeared.

At the time, she was eager to divorce Yin Muqiao, so she didn't think too much about it.

She never imagined that her design sketches would become clothing for a fashion brand in a place like Beijing.

Jian He's brain went blank for a moment.

"Jianhe, what's wrong? Are you amazed by the style of these clothes?" Aunt Zuo asked with a smile when she saw Jianhe staring at her.

Jian He asked her, "Auntie, were all these clothes designed by President Zuo's company?"

“Yes, Ah Feng told me that their company hired a very talented painter as a designer, and the clothes designed by this painter this year are especially popular.”

Aunt Zuo kept praising Zuo Feng in front of everyone.

Jian He looked at the pictures and whispered, "But these designs are clearly..."

She wanted to say it was hers, but she stopped herself from speaking.

Aunt Zuo asked her, "What's wrong? Do you think there's a problem with these designs?"

Not wanting to spoil everyone's fun, Jian He smiled and said, "No, Auntie, you're overthinking it. I like those two blue ones from earlier. And that little cardigan..."

Upon hearing that Jian He had clothes she liked, Aunt Zuo quickly said, "Great, I'll arrange for someone to send the size you need to Ayan. Jian He, take another look, is there anything else you want?"

Aunt Zuo was somewhat obsequious towards Jian He, and Jian He could tell that she was only doing this to curry favor with Cheng Yan.

This kind of dinner party is really boring.

After a few rounds of drinks, Cheng Gang and his group of old friends chatted about politics, with Cheng Yan keeping them company.

Jian He sat down at a small coffee table, picked up her phone, and started a WeChat conversation.

She contacted Maison: "Uncle Maison, I have some old sketches about fashion design that are still piled up in the corner of my study. Could you arrange for Zhou Yun to help me organize them after Ruibao starts school?"

Also, contact the manager of the clothing company I own and tell them to prepare for developing their business in Beijing.

Jian He was busy arranging work and didn't notice when Zuo Feng had already stood behind her.

When she realized it, she immediately closed her phone.

Zuo Feng sat down and spoke to Jian He in a very unfriendly manner.

"Just now, when my mom said she wanted to give you some clothes, I heard you say something that seemed to be questioning whether there was something wrong with our company's clothing design?"

Jian He never had a good impression of Zuo Feng.

She stated bluntly, "If something is stolen, how can it not be questioned by others?"

When Zuo Feng heard Jian He's words, a fire instantly ignited in his eyes.

He retorted rudely, "You're saying our company's stuff was stolen? Tell me, what did we steal?"

Seeing that he was asking her, Jian He saw no need to hide anything anymore and said, "I mean, of course it's stealing other people's designs."

"The yellow dress, the plain blouse, and the light blue coat that your company mass-produced are all stolen designs."

"You dare to steal, and I can't even question you?"

Jian He's words infuriated Zuo Feng, who clenched his fists. If Cheng Gang and the others hadn't been chatting over there, he would have definitely given Jian He a good talking-to.

"We stole the design? Are you kidding me? These clothes of ours are all designs by the famous fashion designer Ling Yezi. We paid her for the designs."

“You say we stole it, but you should at least provide evidence. I think you’re just making trouble for us because of Xixi.”

In just a few words, Zuo Feng convicted Jian He.

Jian He was very curious, and she asked Zuo Feng with great confusion, wanting to know who had stolen her pseudonym.

"You paid someone? To whom? Ling Yezi?"