In the palace of art, a storm was quietly brewing, like a stone breaking the calm lake, and the ripples spread rapidly. "How can this style be so similar?" The whispers in the crowd surged like an undercurrent. "It's just like it was done by the same person, especially the depiction of the petals, the lines, the composition, all reveal a striking similarity." Xia Liuli caught these words in her ears, and her face instantly lost color, as if she was attacked by the cold winter wind, and it was dazzlingly white. She had only one thought in her mind: escape, immediately escape from this vortex that was about to swallow her. Du Zhengguo, Du Haoran, these names were like passing clouds in her mind at this moment, insignificant. The first priority was to escape from this place that was about to reveal her secret. As for the rest, she would make plans after the storm subsided. However, fate did not seem to let her go easily. A seemingly slender but extremely powerful hand clamped her wrist tightly, as firm as an iron clamp. "Xia Liuli, where are you going?" Xia Zhuozhuo's voice was gentle and cold, like the frost hidden in the spring, which made people shudder. Xia Zhuozhuo's smile hid a sharp blade. She never disdained to humiliate Xia Liuli in a direct way, but she could never tolerate the use of the Xia family's name to seek personal gain. Xia Liuli was eager to distance herself from the Xia family when they were in trouble, but now she came back shamelessly to steal Xia Huaijin's ideas. This behavior was tantamount to dancing on Xia Zhuozhuo's bottom line. "Let go!" Xia Liuli's voice was trembling, but she still tried to stay calm. Xia Zhuozhuo smiled lightly, and there was no warmth in that smile, "Let go? Of course, but not now." Her eyes turned to Xia Huaijin, and with a subtle eye contact, Xia Huaijin immediately understood and walked towards Si Shenxing and Zhao Ti. Xia Liuli was firmly restrained by Xia Zhuozhuo and could not move. Xia Liuli was extremely anxious, but could only watch Xia Huaijin talking with Si Shenxing and Zhao Ti. Zhao Ti frowned, and it was obvious that he had learned some unpleasant truths from Xia Huaijin. "You mean, Xia Liuli plagiarized your idea?" Zhao Ti's voice was filled with disbelief. Xia Huaijin shook his head gently, his tone calm but firm, "Not only the idea, she copied my entire painting. In my bedroom, there is a painting that is exactly the same as her entry." Just as Zhao Ti was about to speak, he suddenly remembered something, quickly took out his mobile phone, found a photo, and handed it to Xia Huaijin, "Do you have any impression of this painting?" Xia Huaijin took the phone and recognized the "Moonlit Night Picture" at a glance, "This is my work. Although it was not painted by me, the idea and composition are all from me." Zhao Ti's face suddenly became gloomy, and he realized that this storm was far more complicated than he had imagined. Si Shenxing also understood Xia Zhuozhuo's plan at this moment, and his eyes flashed with a playful light. Things related to Xia Zhuozhuo always seem to be full of drama. "Evidence is the key to solving the problem. Especially in an occasion like today, it is related to the image of our S Group's new products." Si Shenxing's voice was calm and powerful, "Master Xia, if you don't mind, can you have someone send the painting now?" Xia Huaijin took out his mobile phone without hesitation, dialed the number of Butler Xia, and gave a brief and clear instruction: "Immediately send the dated painting in the study, the one on the first of this month." Butler Xia responded and left, and the Xia family's manor was not far from the venue. If the traffic was smooth, it could be reached within 20 minutes. Si Shenxing winked at Ama, who understood what he meant. He picked up the microphone and announced to everyone present: "Everyone, there are some new disputes about the champion of this competition. The final champion will be announced in half an hour. We apologize for the inconvenience caused." As soon as these words came out, the venue was boiling again, with all kinds of speculations and discussions intertwined. "Hasn't the double champion been decided? Why did something unexpected suddenly happen?" "This is not surprising. Today's competition is to select a chief designer, so naturally we have to choose between the two." And some experts in the painting world keenly captured the key to the problem, "The styles of these two paintings are so similar, could it be..." "Plagiarism?" Someone whispered this sensitive word. Although opinions differed, everyone was full of expectations for the final champion. Xia Zhuozhuo let go of Xia Liuli's hand at this time. She knew that whether Xia Liuli was present or not, the result would not change. Xia Liuli still had a glimmer of hope. She walked quickly to Zhao Ti, hoping that her former master would show some mercy. "Master..." There was a hint of pleading in her voice. However, Zhao Ti turned away indifferently, "I don't want to hear anything you say before the evidence is conclusive." Xia Liuli's face became ugly, but she still did not give up, "Master, don't listen to other people's slander, please believe me." Zhao Ti had no expression on her face, "I have my own judgment whether it is true or slander." Xia Liuli's eyes searched among the crowd and finally fixed on Xia Huaijin. The cold eyes, like the cold wind in winter, pierced the bone marrow. She knew that Xia Huaijin hated her, but at this moment, she had no way out. "Sixth brother, can I talk to you for a few words? Just one minute." There was a hint of pleading in her voice. "What do you want to say?" Xia Huaijin's tone was cold, without any warmth. "Let's go over there and talk?" Xia Liuli tried to guide. "Just say it if you want to, don't do these little tricks." Xia Huaijin's tone was full of impatience. He took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart, "I have something very important to tell you, it's about the third brother, do you really not want to know?" When Xia San was mentioned, Xia Huaijin's expression finally fluctuated a little. He hesitated for a moment, and finally followed Xia Liuli to a remote corner. "Go ahead." His voice was still cold, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Xia Liuli grabbed Xia Huaijin's sleeve, with a hint of determination in her voice, "Sixth brother, you should have known that my work for this competition did borrow from your painting. No, to be more precise, it was plagiarism. But please forgive me this time for the sake of our past brother-sister relationship. I promise that this will never happen again." Xia Huaijin's eyes flashed with a hint of sarcasm, "Borrow? Are you sure this is just borrowing? And not blatant copying?" Xia Liuli lowered her head. She had long been accustomed to Xia Huaijin's sarcasm and ridicule. But at this moment, she could only endure it, because her fate was hanging by a thread. She raised her head again, forcing a flattering smile on her face, "Yes, I did copy it. But please look at it..." Before she finished her words, she was interrupted by Xia Huaijin, "Enough! Xia Liuli, do you think these little tricks of yours can destroy me? Or yourself? You are wrong! Today, let's settle this account." "The brother-sister relationship in the past? Maybe there was a trace of warmth, but the moment you forced your mother to break off the relationship, it had dissipated like smoke." Xia Liuli resolutely pulled away from Xia Huaijin's hand. "If I tell you the truth about the ups and downs of the third brother in the entertainment industry for several years, can you lend me a hand as a last request?" Xia Huaijin's eyelids trembled slightly. "Do you know the reason?" he questioned. "That's right! But the premise is that you must nod and agree. Otherwise, the third brother's star path may be dim forever, and he will always linger on the edge of obscurity." Xia Huaijin's eyes were as cold as frost. "Are you trying to coerce me?" he asked. "Don't be so harsh, I'm just proposing a deal. Sixth brother, are you interested in this deal?"
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