Chapter 511: Punishment<div>


    Trantor:Dragon Boat TrantionEditor:Dragon Boat Trantion


    “What did you say?” Xu Ting wanted to use loudly.


    However, thinking of Wang Meng’s status in the fashion world, she feared losing future fashion resources if she annoyed her. She could only forcibly hold back.<div>


    Xu Wen couldn’t just sit back and watch at this point. She didn’t care about Wang Meng and Song Fan’s rtionship; it was crucial to clear her name first.


    “My cousin is just a fan and doesn’t know Mr. Hua’s family matters, which is quite normal,” Xu Wen gently embraced Xu Ting’s shoulders. “Designer Wang Meng, she’s still young. Please don’t be too harsh on her.”


    Contrary to expectations, Wang Meng nodded, “You’re right. I shouldn’t stoop to the level of someone with a disability.”


    “Who are you calling disabled?” Xu Ting finally couldn’t hold back. “I respect you as a world-renowned designer, but you can’t nder me like this! Could it be that you were paid by Song Fan to oppose the Xu Family?”


    “Xu Family is nothing!” Wang Meng rolled her eyes dramatically. “Stop pretending. You can’t be Mr. Hua’s fan. Are there no real fans of Mr. Hua here? Do you remember when there was a news report about Mr. Hua designing an engagement ring for his newlywed wife? True fans must have seen his photo, right?”


    As soon as she finished speaking, someone immediately pulled out their phone.


    Back then, the inte wasn’t as developed. Even if it had been reported on TV, not many had seen it.


    However, some did find Song Fan familiar. When everyone found the only slightly blurred photo of Mr. Hua from the news report, they understood why Wang Meng said Xu Ting was blind.


    Mr. Hua in the photo bore at least a six or seven-point resemnce to Song Fan. Wasn’t this Mr. Hua in his youth?


    Xu Wen also found the photo on her phone. Seeing the picture, both her and Xu Ting’s faces turned pale. Xu Wen signaled Xu Ting to pretend to feel unwell and leave the venue.


    “Sorry, everyone. I didn’t expect my family matters to cause so much trouble,” Song Fan smiled sincerely.<div>


    She had long thought that jewelry design and brand promotion were just one aspect. Without hype and attention, any promotion would be in vain.


    This event, with its giarism scandal and subsequent face-pping, was the best form of publicity. She knew Xu Wen couldn’t stay quiet, and indeed, the fish took the bait.


    Even if Xu Wen hadn’t caused trouble, Song Fan had ways to make her do so. She was determined to secure this wave of publicity.


    “Mr. Hua is indeed my grandfather. The pearl ne, earrings, and ring were all designed by him. Unfortunately, he only made the ring.” Song Fan showed the ring on her hand. “This was my mother’s favorite ring before she passed away. I designed these pieces tomemorate my ancestors.”


    “Lingdong Jewelry hopes to have a legacy. Although we are a new brand, we also have a long history…”


    The press conference went through several twists and turns but concluded sessfully.


    Initially, the press conference was just fans admiring designs or celebrities. Midway, various incidents urred, and several self-media live-streamed, drawing millions of viewers. Lingdong Jewelry suddenly became the focus of attention.


    The official ounts for Lingdong Jewelry that Song Fanunched also quickly gained millions of followers, far exceeding her expectations.


    Li Na finally breathed a sigh of relief. “Today was really nerve-wracking. I knew Xu Wen would cause trouble. Thankfully, the boss is smart.”


    Wen Chao kept typing on his keyboard, asionally squeezing in a sentence, “I can hardly keep up with the responses. Many people are leaving messages on the official ount, wanting to form a fan club. Boss, your fans already have a name. They call themselves Xiaoqiang (Little Strong)!”


    “Huh?” Song Fan’s mouth twitched, feeling a bad premonition.<div>


    Wang Wei adjusted his sses and exined seriously, “They think you’re as resilient as a cockroach, Xiaoqiang. No matter how others try to frame you, you always turn the situation around, so your fans call themselves Xiaoqiang.”


    Li Na burst outughing, but Lan Yue couldn’t find it in her tough. “Boss, we found the path that copied our design drawings. It’s exactly as you suspected!”


    Song Fan nodded slightly. Everything was under her control, but with so many helpers, she hardly had to lift a finger.


    Thinking of the files that were copied from herputer a few days ago, Song Fan’s lips curved into a sinister smile. Some thieves deserved to be punished.