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The number of Ji Qingying’s fans on Weibo had grown rapidly.

Aside from this, Dijia’s lawyer also made a post. Dijia was demanding compensation with the fact that Lin Xiaoshuang used her works to enter the international college designer training held by high-end luxury groups such as Dijia.

As for the matter that she hired people to threaten others in the past, because it happened while she was abroad, they couldn’t punish her legally. However, just by the letters that were sent by these companies’ lawyers, it was enough to give her a headache with those lawsuits, and she might even be imprisoned.

​​To make a long story short, after this incident, the number of Lin Xiaoshuang’s fans on Weibo fell down rapidly.

On her previous Weibo comment section, it was ​​completely ​​so miserable that one cannot bear seeing it.

It was even more unsightly than what Ji Qingying got yesterday.

Everything finally came to an end.

Ji Qingying received apologies from her college classmates, teachers and netizens.

She looked at the messages that she remembered one after another, and her nervous tension finally relaxed.

​​After so many years of searching for the truth, it finally came to her.

She looked at those messages, and tears started streaming down her face.

Fu Yanzhi stayed by her side all the time, listening to her silent crying, but he didn’t stop her. She needed an outlet to vent her pent-up emotions.

He stretched out his hands, took her into his arms, and comforted her with a low voice.

Ji Qingying grabbed his arm and buried it herself in his arms and cried wantonly.

She didn’t care whether she would look ugly when she was crying, she just wanted to cry. After all, the words that she has sought for many years have finally been given.

She finally didn’t have to dream frequently because of this.

When it first happened, Ji Qingying always dreamed of her classmates’ eyes when they looked at her.

Their eyes were full of disgust and dislike for her.

She was afraid.

It clearly wasn’t her fault, but when they gave her that kind of pressure, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was really her fault.

Didn’t know how long she had been crying, when she finally stopped, Fu Yanzhi’s shirt was wet.

“Not crying anymore?”

Fu Yanzhi patted her head, and asked softly, “Are you sad?”

Ji Qingying shook her head and sobbed, “Yes.”

Fu Yanzhi smiled, and coxed softly, “Then I’ll hug you a bit longer.”

“Yes.”

Their hugging was interrupted when the phone rang.

Ji Qingying took a glance, it was her phone.

When she saw the caller ID, Fu Yanzhi also had a glance, “You answer the call first, I’ll pour you a glass of water.”

“…Okay.”

Ji Qingying pursed her lips and answered Zhou Zhilan’s call.

“Hello.”

Zhou Zhilan frowned when she heard her voice, “You cried?”

Ji Qingying didn’t say a word.

Zhou Zhilan remained silent for a few seconds and said in a low voice, “I will go back to see your grandma tomorrow. Then I will fly back directly from Jiangcheng the day after tomorrow.”

Ji Qingying took the glass that Fu Yanzhi brought over, sipped it and cleared her throat, “Don’t tell grandma about these things.”

“I won’t.”

Zhou Zhilan was silent for a moment, “We might not be able to hide our relationship anymore.”

She said, “If you don’t mind, I would like to make it public in advance. By the way, I will also inform you that I will not be a jury in the international competition.”

Ji Qingying was quiet for a while and said, “You can do whatever you want.”

This matter has no effect on her, and it would only affect Zhou Zhilan.

Zhou Zhilan said “Yes” and did not know what else to say to her.

Both of them became silent.

After a while, she said, “If you don’t mind, I hope I can meet your boyfriend next time.”

Ji Qingying didn’t refuse, but she also didn’t agree to it.

Zhou Zhilan felt her mood and sighed, “That’s all I have to say, so I’ll hang up now.”

“Wait.”

Ji Qingying pursed her lips and said, “Thank you.”

Zhou Zhilan was taken aback, “Thank you for what?”

“You’re the one who gave the report to Anjia, right?”

“Oh.”

Ji Qingying understood, “Thank you so much.”

Zhou Zhilan silently pulled her lower lip, “No need, that is what I ought to do. I don’t want to see such designers stay in this industry and become a cancer.”

It’s just that, it took a lot of effort to collect the evidence, and she handed it in as soon as she got it.

Ji Qingying hummed, and said nothing.

She thought for a while, “Will it have any effect on you?”

“It won’t.” Zhou Zhilan said calmly,  “I had several meals with the boss of Anjia before, and no matter which side it is, it will not have an impact. So rest assured.”

“Okay.”

Ji Qingying took a deep breath and squeezed out a sentence from between her lips, “Have a safe trip.”

“…Okay, take good care of yourself. See you at the international competition.”

“Yes.”

After hanging up, Ji Qingying stared at her phone for a long time before turning to look for Fu Yanzhi.

Fu Yanzhi stood nearby to accompany her. When she went over, she took the initiative to open her hand.

“Dr. Fu.”

She hugged Fu Yanzhi and said softly, “I still don’t want to forgive her, but it seems like I am also able to let go now.”

Ji Qingying didn’t know how to explain this kind of feeling.

She couldn’t forgive what Zhou Zhilan had done in the past, but she didn’t want to let herself be trapped in the past either. She always indulged in, trapped, became sensitive and weak.

She thought she would try to learn to let go. No longer entangled with the past, because those things should not be a knot in her heart that cannot be solved.

Fu Yanzhi knew what she was thinking, so he touched her head gently, and said softly, “I know.”

He continued, “Take your time, and don’t think about it anymore.”

“Hmm.”

Ji Qingying felt the warmth in his arms, and said softly, “Actually, I still hated her quite a bit when I saw her before.”

She explained, “Of course, I didn’t forgive her just because she helped me this time.”

She didn’t know how to say it, as if like when people who reached a certain age and experienced some things, they didn’t want to worry about trivial matters other than life and death.#pleasereadthischapteratfoxaholic.com

So if she could let go, she would love that.

Fu Yanzhi understood, and said softly, “I understand.”

He and Ji Qingying looked at each other silently, then he told her, “You have to remember that you have many sincere friends, and they all like you very much.”

He paused a bit, kissed her in the eye and said, “And me. I love you.”