CHAPTER 39: CHAPTER 39: BAI YUEGUANG’S STAND-IN

Jiang Lai saw the Weibo account of the national artist. As soon as he clicked in, he saw group after group of photos he took. The woman in the photos had long hair and looked gentle and beautiful, with elegant manners. Isn’t this Mu Chen?

If it’s her, then it makes sense.

Jiang Lai didn’t know where she got the original manuscript, but he did find the source of these black fans.

Xu Guang quickly called Jiang Lai. After all, it was an employee under his company, and he soon learned about this plagiarism scandal.

"Jiang Lai, I trust you. You’re not someone who would plagiarize."

"Thank you, Mr. Xu, for your trust."

"But I know the person who used your illustration too. She’s also a prominent figure in Jiang City. She isn’t that hard to deal with, but the person backing her is."

Xu Guang’s voice was a bit heavy.

"The person backing her? Who?"

"Shen Liao. As far as I know, she is very close to Shen Liao. Even if she plagiarized you, I believe Shen Liao will certainly use means to point the blame at you."

Jiang Lai raised an eyebrow, looked at his nails, and spoke in a helpless tone.

"Is Shen Liao very powerful?"

"Not just powerful, extremely powerful. It’s not an exaggeration to say that the city’s economic lifeline is in his hands, and he is very protective. I can help you, but it probably won’t do much."

"You’re the boss of Light Sensing Technology, are you scared of him?"

Xu Guang laughed.

"I’m certainly not afraid of him, but in the business world, peace is the most important. We try to avoid direct conflicts."

"Well, your support is already touching. I’ll handle the rest myself."

After hanging up, Jiang Lai received an international call, and it was indeed the brand contact from the Xiang Family.

Their attitude was decent, but they only gave Jiang Lai the night to clarify and resolve everything. Otherwise, they would handle it as a breach of contract, and the penalty wasn’t something Jiang Lai could easily afford.

"Don’t worry, I’ll resolve it as soon as possible. You don’t have to be too concerned."

After hanging up, Jiang Lai proactively called Shen Liao.

The man seemed a bit flattered and quickly answered the call.

"Shen Liao, do you still have the surveillance video from the second floor on your birthday?"

Shen Liao was a little puzzled.

"Hmm, should all be there. Why?"

Jiang Lai sneered. Without saying more, just said,

"Send me the relevant video, thank you."

After saying that, she hung up, and soon received the video from Shen Liao.

Jiang Lai stared at the screen all night, watching every person coming and going, until dawn, without noticing any flaws.

Suddenly, Little Buding shouted.

"Whoa, it’s finally loaded! Stop flipping, the video has been edited. Even if you go blind, you won’t see what you want."

"I hope you can be useful at this time."

"Heh, if I don’t even have this capability, how can I be an elite little assistant? The technology here is like a child’s toy to me. I’ve already fixed it. Drag the timeline to 9:15 PM, and check the east door on the second floor."

Following the instructions, Jiang Lai dragged the timeline and indeed found a part of the video he hadn’t seen before.

In the dim corner, a shadow quickly opened the door, lingered for a while, then went inside. At 9:20, they came out. During the five minutes, no one came over, so the cut wouldn’t easily be noticed.

Jiang Lai then remembered that the computer in his room and the tablet he was using shared a cloud account. Anything saved here would be automatically backed up on the home computer, which explained why the original manuscript was leaked.

Little Buding smirked smugly.

"At crucial times, you still have to rely on me. The rest is up to you."

The video showed a woman in a skirt, with loose hair, but due to poor lighting, her face was unclear, let alone identifying her.

However, having the video made things easier.

Jiang Lai didn’t hesitate much. He directly clipped the video and posted it on Weibo with a caption.

[Guess what this woman sneaked into my room to do for so long?]

As soon as this video was released, the comment section became lively.

[What can a dark video prove? Could you please hurry and explain the plagiarism issue?]

[A bit of conspiracy theory here, is she implying that the person in the video stole her manuscript?]

[? What do you mean?]

[It’s without context. The other side has already released the finalized timeline of the manuscript, what about you?]

After posting the video, Jiang Lai didn’t pay attention to the comment section but quickly added another post on Weibo.

[If you want to keep a secret, never do anything. Do you know my room also has surveillance? As for the plagiarism issue, I’ve reported it to the police, and will provide everyone with the truth first thing tomorrow morning.]

After that, Jiang Lai directly asked Xu Guang for help to report to the police and hire a lawyer.

Xu Guang was swift with actions, immediately heading to the police station to report a burglary.

"Do you have any suspects?"

"Wang Nan Nan, Li Yahan, Wei Fu, among these three, whoever’s wearing a skirt."

"Why not suspect Mu Chen directly?"

"She wouldn’t do such a thing herself."

With the video as evidence, Jiang Lai started to pack up and rushed towards Jiang City without delay.

Downstairs, Mr. Jiang was wiping the car. Seeing Jiang Lai carrying things, he asked.

"Heading out again?"

"Yes."

"Want me to drive you there?"

"No need, I’d like to live a few more years."

Mr. Jiang sheepishly smiled. Despite having had a driver’s license for over ten years, he rarely drove and only dared to show off around the neighborhood with a good car.

Early the next morning, Jiang Lai arrived at the villa entrance.

Perhaps because someone frequently stayed there, the villa steps were spotless, and a familiar fragrance lingered when opening the door.

Aunt Liu, sitting on the sofa eating an apple, saw Jiang Lai standing outside with luggage, paused at first, then frowned.

"Why are you here?"

The tone was rather impatient.

Seeing her leisurely demeanor, Jiang Lai smirked.

"This is my house. Can’t I come?"

"Hahaha... Miss Jiang, just because you lived here doesn’t mean you own it. Do you know how much this villa is worth? Can someone selling fruits afford to live here?"

Jiang Lai sighed, truly unable to understand how she met such a fool as she walked in.

"Aunt Liu, how long have you been here?"

"Four years, why?"

"Alright, you can start packing and get out. I hope you leave within half an hour, or I’ll call the police."

With that, Jiang Lai carried her luggage and walked inside.