The Empress's Transmigration into a Magnate's Wife

Chapter 504

When Song Xuechun knocked on her door and came in, she was surprised to see that Rong Dai had already packed up, and she paused for a moment.

"It's still early. I was going to ask you to go jogging with me. I didn't expect you to have your makeup done already."

She looked at Rong Dai, her eyes full of amazement.

Rong Dai looked at Song Xuechun in her athletic clothes, so youthful and vibrant, and smiled lightly as she shook her head: "I want to go to the venue early."

"Then I'll go back and change. I saw Zong Che go downstairs to the gym just now. He probably won't be done for a while."

Song Xuechun looked at her own athletic clothes and reached for the door handle.

Rong Dai nodded. The face of Xin Ziqing floated in her mind, and she said to Song Xuechun, "Bring me the design draft I gave you. I want to confirm it."

Song Xuechun nodded, went back to her room to get the design draft, and brought it to Rong Dai before returning to her room to put on makeup and change clothes.

Rong Dai opened the file folder. The design draft inside was still intact.

After checking it, she neatly rolled it up and put it in her purse.

After Song Xuechun and Zong Che were ready, they set off for the competition venue.

France was the city of romance. Even an event like this did not have too solemn an atmosphere.

The competition venue was arranged at a manor chateau.

The manor was huge, and the chateau was full of Western characteristics and Western antiquity.

Many participating designers had already arrived, each dressed in beautiful and fashionable attire, with the most exquisite makeup.

The manor had red wine, champagne, desserts, making the whole thing feel like a wine reception, with a very relaxed atmosphere.

Under the guidance of the reception staff, Rong Dai's group went to the conference hall to submit their design drafts.

The conference hall was very large, able to accommodate a hundred or so people. It was now filled with fashionable wing organizers and judges.

Zong Che submitted Rong Dai's draft for the competition. After the organizer's staff projected the work, Rong Dai sat calmly in her chair, ready to introduce the work according to the required procedure.

But as soon as this draft was projected, there was an uproar in the conference hall. The expressions of the judges and organizers revealed shock and suspicion.

They were speaking French, thinking that Rong Dai's group would not understand. Some were even on the verge of anger.

Song Xuechun did not understand, but she could sense that something was very wrong with the atmosphere.

"Brother Zong, what's going on?"

She hurriedly asked Zong Che.

Zong Che's face was cold, with anger brewing in his eyes: "The organizers say Ms. Rong's work is suspected of plagiarism."

"They are discussing whether to revoke Ms. Rong's qualification to participate."

He had not expected Rong Dai's earlier words in the office to come true!

"That's impossible!"

Song Xuechun's face turned pale, and she immediately cried out!

Hearing her voice, Rong Dai turned to look at the two of them, giving them a reassuring look.

"Let's see how Ms. Rong handles this first," Zong Che said, though his heart was gripped with anxiety for Rong Dai.

If the accusation of plagiarism took hold, Rong Dai's reputation would be ruined along with it!

Rong Dai did not bother to defend herself throughout. She just quietly watched as the staffers and judges finished their discussion.

"Are you finished? Don't you want to hear about the origins of this work from me?"

"Chinese fashions have many similarities. Based solely on projecting the work, and declaring plagiarism according to who came first, isn't that a bit unfair?"

"This makes me very doubtful about the fairness of your hosting this competition."

Only after everyone was silent did she speak.

Her French was flawless and fluent, and her emotions were not affected at all by the unfriendly remarks.