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Internationally Renowned Designer Kevin Wang: Luo Mingjing, you know better than anyone how much effort went into Chinese Crane . It’s a team effort, not your personal work. If you want a share of the credit, that’s fine—but don’t play the victim to gain sympathy and hire trolls to attack me. I’ll respond to this properly later to give everyone an explanation. There’s too much to say—see you at ten o’clock in the morning.
Minutes after Wang Zhenyu posted this tweet, the comment section was flooded by fervent netizens.
“Is anyone still cursing him at 5 AM?”
“Yes, I’ll upvote you until next year!”
“This Wang Zhenyu has some unbelievable nerve. Even after being exposed on live stream, he still acts so righteous…”
“Shameless liar, we saw clearly that you plagiarized his work.”
“Exactly, don’t erase the team’s efforts. I think he dares to say this because it might have been a collaborative project after all. We don’t know how things were arranged back then.”
“Holy crap, Fairy’s name sounds so good! His surname too!!”
“Damn it, ever since Fairy said his nickname had his name, I thought he was named Gao Xuan. Now I’m going to change my nickname—it’s not Mrs. Gao but Mrs. Luo…”
“I just read a comment that made me so angry. Wang Zhenyu previously emphasized that Chinese Crane was his independent creation, but now that he’s been called out, he says Fairy is just trying to ride the fame train and claims it’s a team effort. Ugh, I want him to open his eyes and see clearly—the files coming out of Fairy’s computer aren’t just designs; they’re rock-solid evidence ready to crush his head!”
“I can’t understand how someone like this exists. I’m so mad I can’t sleep!”
“Let me break down what this tweet means: Chinese Crane isn’t Clear Sky Cranes . The name was mine, so I contributed too. Although I took your work, it became famous because I copied it. You greedily want it back for the fame, but I refuse—I have something to say, and I won’t apologize. See you at ten o’clock [smirk]. By the way, Mr. ‘Internationally Renowned’ Designer, it’s ten in the morning, not noon. My OCD is killing me.”
“What shitty morals—he pisses me off to death! How can such a despicable person exist?!”
“Can you just die already?! Can you just die?! Can you just die?!”
“After Fairy livestreamed the evidence, Designer Wang quickly PR’d: 1. Luo Mingjing, you’re shameless. 2. Luo Mingjing, you’re playing the victim and hiring trolls. 3. Luo Mingjing, wait—I’m writing a long post to roast you, see you at ten o’clock [smug face]. Hahaha, as an internationally renowned designer, doesn’t Mr. Wang have a PR team? Or did his entire PR team quit?”
In reality, Wang Zhenyu did have a legal team and a PR team, but he couldn’t reach them.
When Luo Mingjing tweeted about his upcoming livestream, the head of the company’s affairs department created a private group chat and added all the collaborators who had called her in the middle of the night to cancel contracts. She said, “There’s basically nothing left. Tomorrow morning, I’ll meet with each of them to terminate agreements [stunned].”
“What happened to the boss? Who did he piss off?”
“Let me whisper this: someone from Yuefeng Entertainment leaked that the influencer our boss is fighting with is currently dating Second Young Master Shi.”
“Isn’t he pissing off Miss Shi? That Yang He…”
In the industry, Shi Min was known as Second Young Master Shi, while Shi Chu was called Miss Shi.
“Cool story, bro. Boss is done for. Don’t screenshot this, though—I haven’t even reported this month’s salary to finance yet!”
“Hmm, let me derail a bit… Second Young Master’s taste is unique… Why does she like influencers too? I thought she’d at least go for an actor with an Oscar.”
“No, but did the boss really plagiarize? If he gets sued, our company will be ruined! Let’s talk seriously here—I’m freaking out…”
“I’m watching the livestream… I’ll update you when there’s news.”
“I’m watching it too.”
“Huh?? What livestream are you guys watching??”
“This one [screenshot]—the livestream exposing the boss. Wanna watch?”
“Holy crap, really?? What are the chances of slapping the boss’s face?”
“Ninety-nine percent… [mourning]”
“Why didn’t you say so earlier! Someone send me the link!”
After Luo Mingjing finished explaining the design concept during the livestream, the group chat fell into an eerie silence.
Until the girl from the international affairs department screamed, “Ahhhh! The boss just called me—I didn’t pick up!”
“I didn’t either [mischievous smile].”
“Damn it, damn it, I’m losing my job.”
“How can we even do PR now? The first livestream already dropped irrefutable plagiarism evidence. Don’t pick up—didn’t you see Ashley quitting?”
“Holy crap, that hardcore fan of Yang He is actually Ashley! @Ashley Sorry for you.”
Ashley: “[Smile] Goodbye everyone. Heaven is cold, and the king is broken. Anyone who still sides with this despicable, shameless, disgusting trash is a dog. Wishing everyone luck finding better-paying jobs.”
Ashley left the group chat.
“……………………Did we just get roasted?”
“[Bitter smile] Look at what we’ve driven the poor girl to.”
At the same time Wang Zhenyu posted his tweet, Luo Mingjing thanked the fans in the livestream and then posted a tweet of his own:
“The hard drive has been recovered. I will retain all evidence and pursue legal action.”
After posting, he ended the livestream and scrolled to Wang Zhenyu’s “see you at ten” tweet. Turning to Shi Min, he said, “Looks like he’s not going to apologize.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Shi Min replied. “You should rest for a while. After I drop Qianqian off, I’ll come back to pick you up to see the lawyer. Regardless of whether he apologizes or not, we’ll proceed directly with legal action.”
Shi Min left to take He Xi and Xu Qianqian home. Luo Mingjing tidied up the studio briefly, then crouched in front of the kitchen cabinet, staring blankly at a half-full bottle of Red Star Erguotou used for cooking.
Later, he tipped his head back and drank half the bottle of liquor. Curling up on the sofa, he drifted off to sleep.
He was exhausted—not physically, but spiritually. His soul felt heavy and weary.
Luo Mingjing drowsily thought, Thank you, Shi Min, for not asking why I kept the evidence all these years but waited until now to present it.
Thankfully, she hadn’t asked or pressed further.
Some things were interconnected—one event triggered another.
As Luo Mingjing was about to fall asleep, he thought he heard the voice of that psychologist again: “Post-traumatic stress disorder. Your symptoms are prominent—even unrelated mentions of plagiarism trigger intense anxiety and avoidance… Your sister mentioned you had suicidal behavior?”
“No,” he responded. “I just went to the rooftop… to see the place where my mother last stood. I wasn’t planning to commit suicide. My sister overreacted—I won’t die… I won’t die.” He repeated this emphatically.
His sleep was restless, his brows furrowed. Fortunately, the high-alcohol content burned through him, numbing the pain, and he was gradually consumed by overwhelming drowsiness.
At 7:30 AM, New Wave Daily published a summary tweet: In the early hours today, the #ChineseCrane# plagiarism scandal saw new developments. Designer @MirrorRealmEnlightenedFairy presented the original design files via livestream and announced the initiation of legal proceedings. This marks the first domestic case of rights protection through livestreamed evidence. Meanwhile, @InternationallyRenownedDesignerKevinWang has responded on Weibo, claiming #ChineseCrane# was a team effort and promising to release relevant evidence at ten o’clock.
Such morning reports rarely drew much attention—many viewed them, but few commented. However, shortly after this tweet was posted, the comment section suddenly became lively.
“Editor, forget ten o’clock! Wang Zhenyu posted!”
“Oh my god… What’s happening? I can’t believe my eyes!”
“This is wild.”
“Wang Zhenyu posted—check his Weibo.”
“!!!!!! Editor, hurry and look!”
“I don’t understand anymore… This is kind of scary.”
“But I still think Wang Zhenyu is shameless.”
Internationally Renowned Designer Kevin Wang: So now you’re pressuring me through collaborators, huh? Heh, impressive. I originally planned to write out the full story and let netizens judge for themselves, but there’s no time. Collaborators have sent me texts and emails demanding I meet at Yuefeng Entertainment at nine o’clock, or they’ll come to me. Who gave you the right to threaten a law-abiding citizen? Having connections makes you untouchable? If you’re ruthless, don’t blame me for being unkind. All you brainless trolls cursing me and wishing death upon my family—clean your mouths and open your eyes wide.
“One, Chinese Crane was always a team effort—a collaboration among three people. The other team members can vouch for me. Chinese Crane isn’t solely Luo Mingjing’s! I have a share! It belongs to me too. Taking it wasn’t plagiarism—it was saving the work from dying in the womb!
“Two, the reason Chinese Crane gained international recognition was because I took it to exhibitions, secured investors, and built channels. During this time, Luo Mingjing didn’t lift a finger! The reason he didn’t contribute will be explained later.
“Three, the only reason Luo Mingjing is coming after me now is because he has backers. My collaborators have been threatened!
“Four, Luo Mingjing, rein in your dogs. Before accusing me of being shameless and disgusting, clean yourselves up first. Why did the collaboration fall apart? Dare you tell your fans? Many of your followers are underage female students—are you harboring ulterior motives? Today, I’ll lay it all out. You dropped out of university and abandoned your thesis midway—it’s your own fault. Preying on underage girls, getting caught before graduation, and serving time in jail—you almost ruined everyone’s thesis. A criminal with no morals or sense of responsibility, now living off a sugar daddy, has the audacity to ask for Chinese Crane back? You really know how to bully others with power, Luo Second Generation. You pedophile, dare to livestream wearing women’s clothes to trick people into bed? [Angry]”
On her way back to the studio, Shi Min received a call from Fiona.
“Why don’t you take a break?” Shi Min, in a good mood, expressed concern for the young girl. “Take turns—don’t overwork yourself.”
“Sis…” Fiona sounded weak. “Sis… check Weibo… Wang Zhenyu posted a tweet.”
Fiona broke into sobs on the other end of the line.
“Why are you crying?”
Shi Min stopped the car, opened Weibo, and asked, “Why are you crying?”
“I don’t know… I just wanted to… cry.”
Shi Min frowned deeply, clicked on Wang Zhenyu’s Weibo, skimmed through it quickly, and said, “Yao Fei, stop crying. Contact Little Pi and tell him to stay in Haishi for now. Investigate that student from back then—name, age, family background, current whereabouts.”
“Sis…”
Shi Min said, “I’ve known for a long time. This isn’t something you need to worry about—it’s something I’ll handle… For now, tell the PR team to halt all actions and wait for my instructions.”
“Okay.”
“Help me contact Lawyer Huang. Don’t rush Wang Zhenyu—we’ll make him kneel and confess with tears.”
She hung up and called Luo Mingjing, hoping he hadn’t seen it yet and was still asleep…
“Luo Mingjing, pick up the phone!” Shi Min couldn’t help but shout.
The car nearly skidded sideways into Bottle Alley. It was her third attempt to call him.
This time, he answered.
“…”
Shi Min froze, looked up at the rooftop outside the studio, and saw Luo Mingjing standing between the characters for “upright,” squinting and smiling at her.
Suppressing her anger and unease, Shi Min lowered her voice and said into the phone, “Come down.”
“What are you afraid of? Afraid I’ll jump?” Luo Mingjing lifted the small kitten in his hand. “I came to catch President.”
“Luo Mingjing, come down.”
“You saw it, right? The Weibo post.” Luo Mingjing crouched down, his long hair fluttering in the wind. Looking at Shi Min, he softly said, “Shi Min, this time, I have no evidence.”
He continued, “What do I do? No evidence to prove I’m guilty, and no evidence to prove I’m innocent.”
“But I believe you.”
Shi Min said, “I believe you, Luo Mingjing. My trust is proof that you’re a good person. Come down now. Trust me.”
“There’s no one better than you,” she said. “So I’ll prove your innocence—with everything I have.”
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