Ye Wangchuan was dressed very neatly, wearing a suit over a white shirt, looking dignified and straight, a typical wealthy young man.
It was one in the morning, and Qiao Nian couldn't understand why he was dressed like this, stealing a battery-powered car on the street? It was a bit too formal.
"The old man called a video conference. I just finished it and didn't have time to change clothes. I saw the message you sent and came over."
Ye Wangchuan reached out and touched the ends of her hair. It was dry, so he didn't reach for the hair dryer.
Qiao Nian naturally let him get closer. Noticing the tiredness in the man's eyes, she showed concern for him. "There's no rush for what I told you on WeChat. Why don't you go back to your room and have a rest? We'll talk tomorrow."
Ye Wangchuan looked at her deeply, lowered his head and smiled, then withdrew his hand, leaned on the edge of the sofa, and said lazily and casually: "It's okay."
He then took out his cell phone, found Ji Lin's number and called him, explaining everything in front of Qiao Nian.
After hanging up the phone, Ye Wangchuan raised his head and said to the girl, "Ji Lin will check it as soon as possible. I will tell you as soon as he finds out the news."
"Um."
Qiao Nian didn't care about this. She pushed him out with both hands and said, "Go back and have some sleep first. We'll talk about it tomorrow."
Ye Wangchuan was pushed to the door by her. He stopped helplessly, raised his neck, and lowered his eyes to her: "You're sending me away so soon after not seeing each other for just one day?"
Seeing him stuck at the door and refusing to leave, Qiao Nian looked up and asked, "So what do you want to do?"
"I want..." Ye Wangchuan hooked his long arm around her waist and pulled her into his arms. He lowered his head and gave her a light kiss on the lips: "Like this."
Then he let go of her hand, looked at her with a smile, and said, "Good night, Nian Nian."
The calm lake in Qiao Nian's heart was stirred up with ripples, as if someone was knocking on his heart like a bell, boom, boom, boom.
Although she still maintained her usual expressionless face, as if she had no emotions, her voice was hoarse: "Good night."
Ye Wangchuan raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head, but he couldn't bear to disturb her any further, so he went back to his room.
**
The next day.
Qiao Nian received an email from Ye Wangchuan.
She clicked on it and saw Ji Lin's investigation results. In addition to the text description, there were also two short audio clips.
Qiao Nian clicked on the top one and put on his headphones.
The sound of two people talking came from the headset.
It was probably the person Ji Lin was looking for who was talking to someone inside APE.
One of them asked.
"I heard that there was a plagiarism scandal before the competition even started. Is that true?"
"Have you heard about this?"
The other person replied in surprise.
The man continued, "It's true. The original internal handling opinion was to minimize the impact, but guess what happened? The plagiarist refused to give in! They insisted on issuing a statement saying they had never done it. If they hadn't done it, why did they submit the manuscript two days later than the other party, and the similarity between their work and the other party's work was as high as 80%..."
Ji Lin's people perfunctorily said a few words, and then immediately asked: "Has anything strange happened to you APE recently?"
"Why are you asking this?" an APE insider asked back vigilantly.
This recording is over.
Qiao Nian patiently clicked on the next recording.
Ji Lin's people were very clever in leading the topic to the issue of plagiarism. They were probably curious about why the competition was not going so well and wanted to get some information from him.
(End of this chapter)