Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1727 Submission

There are only ten seconds left until the deadline.

In Lu Feng's company, Nan Weiwei's office was so quiet that only the monotonous clicking of the mouse and the suppressed breathing of everyone could be heard.

Nan stretched slightly, loosened her stiff neck, and then slowly moved the mouse, precisely pressing the submit button at the last second.

[Manuscript uploaded successfully].

She let out a long sigh and slumped back in her chair.

At the workstation next to her, Xiaomei also clicked submit, but she was tense, her hand still hovering over the mouse, looking absent-minded.

Nan Wei turned her head slightly to look at her.

"All done, call it a day, shall we go get hot pot?"

Xiao Mei seemed startled, her shoulders jerked back, and she finally realized what was happening.

"Ah... Weiwei, you're done."

"What else? Save it for the New Year." Nan Weiwei stood up, patted Xiaomei's shoulder, and said, "Let's go and treat our hungry stomachs after all these days of hard work."

Xiao Mei forced a smile, but her eyes darted around, always subconsciously glancing towards another corner of the office.

Lin Fei, known as the "workaholic" in the design department, was sitting there and was also a favorite to win the competition.

At this moment, Lin Fei was slowly tidying up her desk. She was polishing a silver, uniquely shaped metal ruler until it shone brightly. It was a tool she had custom-made at a high price from Germany, and it was the only one of its kind in the entire company.

She seemed to notice Xiaomei's gaze, looked up, and gave them a meaningful smile.

The smile didn't reach his eyes; it carried a hint of cold scrutiny.

Xiao Mei's face instantly paled.

Nan Weiwei took all of this into view.

This isn't right.

Xiao Mei's condition started three days ago. At that time, Lin Fei happened to "inadvertently" pass by their workstation and "kindly" offered some suggestions on Xiao Mei's design draft.

At the time, I felt that the scene was a bit strange, and now I see that's where the problem lies.

"Xiao Mei, tell me honestly, did Lin Fei cause you trouble?" Nan Weiwei pulled Xiao Mei to the tea room and asked bluntly.

"No, no..." Xiaomei waved her hands hurriedly, but her eyes were even more flustered. "She just... just looked around."

"A casual glance could scare you like this?" Nan Weiwei was skeptical. "Did you see her design drafts?"

Xiao Mei lowered her head, her fingers nervously gripping the edge of the paper cup.

"I... I just glanced at it by accident. Her main design has... a detail that looks a lot like one of my previous drafts..."

Nan Weiwei's heart skipped a beat.

Draft rejected.

The design that Xiaomei rejected because she thought it wasn't mature enough had a brilliant tailoring technique that she had spent several sleepless nights figuring out.

"Did she mean that it was her inspiration?"

Xiao Mei nodded, her voice barely audible.

She said we were on the same page, and that my idea was too bold and difficult to implement, advising me to change direction.

That's quite a coincidence that we "think alike".

Nan Weiwei sneered inwardly.

Lin Fei is the kind of person who is best at using ambiguous language to trap people, stealing other people's ideas while putting on a magnanimous act of seniors guiding juniors.

Xiao Mei is simple-minded. If she is intimidated like this, she will definitely doubt herself and give up her original ideas. In the end, this will allow the other party to take the idea for herself without any scruples.

"So you revised the manuscript?"

"Hmm... I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it clearly later."

Nan Weiwei pinched the bridge of her nose.

Foolish girl.

It's too late to say all this now; the manuscript has already been submitted.

"Alright, stop thinking about it." Nan Weiwei shoved a cup of hot water into Xiaomei's hand. "I'll take care of things if the sky falls. Let's go eat."

The three days of waiting for the results are the most difficult time for most designers.

An atmosphere of anxiety permeated the entire design department. The smells of caffeine and nicotine mingled together, and everyone had bloodshot eyes as they refreshed the official website page over and over again.

Nan Weiwei was the only exception.

On the first day, she ordered spicy crayfish for delivery, and the aroma filled the entire office.

The next day, she ordered a whole roasted lamb through a group-buying website and warmly invited everyone to eat together.

On the third day, her workstation was filled with fried chicken, pizza, and milk tea.

The designers around her looked at the mountain of takeout boxes piled up in front of her and exchanged bewildered glances.

"Isn't she incredibly carefree? What kind of time is this to be eating?"

"Who knows? I guess they've given up. The competition in this competition is fierce. I heard there are several top talents who have returned from overseas."

"Yeah, we're not going to get elected anyway, so we might as well have a nice meal."

The murmurs were neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to reach Nan Weiwei's ears.

Without even looking up, she focused intently on tearing apart the chicken leg in her hand—this is called tactical fattening.

If she doesn't make it into the top 50, won't she cry for three days and three nights? She'll need the energy to cry.

If you don't eat more now, who will feed you when you cry yourself to death later?

Xiao Mei sat next to her, poking at a vegetable salad with a worried expression.

"Weiwei, why aren't you nervous at all?"

Nan swallowed the meat in her mouth and burped contentedly.

"What's the use of being nervous? The design has already been submitted; whether it lives or dies is up to fate. Besides, who can predict the judges' tastes? What if they like my unconventional design?"

The theme of her submission this time was "Breaking the Cocoon". She boldly used industrial waste and soft yarn to splice together, creating a drastically different style, yet with a strange and beautiful aesthetic.

Or, dazzle the entire audience.

Or, it gets criticized as worthless.

In any case, it's definitely not going to be ordinary.

Xiao Mei was stunned by what she said.

"But... what if I don't get selected..."

Nan Weiwei looked at Xiaomei and remained silent for a long time.

"So what if you lose? Cry! What's the big deal?" Nan Weiwei said nonchalantly, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

As she spoke, she kept stuffing food into her mouth, seemingly unconcerned about not being selected.

Seeing her carefree attitude, the people around her couldn't help but feel speechless.

Nan Weiwei, however, didn't take it seriously and continued to say to herself, "Don't underestimate crying, it's a great way to vent!"

"Moreover, if I cry hard enough and with enough intensity, I might even move God, and God will remind the judges to change their minds and choose me again!"

"That's why I need to eat more now and replenish my strength and energy, so that when I really need to cry, I can cry my heart out and make the world go round! Wouldn't it be a waste to start crying without being fully prepared?"

Xiaomei: "..."

This logic seems irrefutable.