Chapter 299 What Kind of Wedding Do You Want?

This circle has seen many such incidents. Whether after starting work or still in school, it seems that every so often, plagiarism incidents erupt. Some are real, some are fabricated, and some are false accusations. bartery has witnessed too much; he himself was once caught in such a storm. Therefore, anyone who knows him even a little is aware that he intensely dislikes plagiarism, and even more so, people who try to ruin someone's reputation with such accusations. "My friend has something to attend to. To maintain fairness, I will call the Dean and the President." The moment he said this, the girl instantly turned weak-kneed and fell onto the chair. She pleaded desperately, "Teacher, it was my fault. I've just been lacking inspiration lately and don't know what to draw. I only glanced at it that day and didn't intend to plagiarize. I don't know how it turned out like that." Song Ni found this amusing. Glancing at something once and remembering most of the details, only for the final product to differ in minor aspects and colors? With such a memory, she didn't believe this was her true artistic level. bartery paid no mind to her pleas and directly made the calls, personally escorting the President from his office. Song Ni, who was initially the target of everyone's criticism, now appeared to be the most relaxed. Everyone knew Song Ni's background was not simple. In that situation, not a single person in the class stood by her. Some, wanting to mend fences, tried to approach Song Ni, but the mockery in her eyes deterred them. The incident dragged on for the entire morning. If it hadn't concerned her, Song Ni might have abandoned this troublesome situation altogether. Afterward, bartery found Song Ni directly. "There's a designer competition coming up. I'll recommend you to participate." Song Ni smiled. "Aren't you afraid others will say you're biased towards me?" The old man snorted. "If they think I'm biased, they should present their work to convince me. What kind of assignments are you all submitting daily? Besides, what if I am biased towards you? The spots for this competition are due to me; I can give them to whomever I please." "I should be the one angry about today's events, but why are you, teacher, even more furious than me?" The old man's expression grew even uglier at this. Song Ni quickly changed the subject. "What's the theme for this competition? Is there a tight deadline?" The old man looked deeply at Song Ni. "It's for a wedding dress. The theme is unrestricted, and the time is ample. Take your time to draw." Song Ni's brow furrowed. "A wedding dress? Which competition is this, and why would it be about wedding dresses?" A wedding dress is something everyone views differently; each person's experience of love is unique. To create a wedding dress that can be admired, one must make their love an admirable aspect. This somewhat diminishes its purity. The old man looked outside. "They simply want to see how everyone perceives love. Do as you please." Song Ni: ... The old man's emotions were a bit heated; it was best for her to speak less. The old man then asked, "When will you arrange for me to meet your husband? How many times have I said this, and you still haven't arranged it?" Song Ni had indeed forgotten about it. "How about tomorrow? He'll come to school to accompany me to class tomorrow." The old man tutted. "You're old enough to have your husband accompany you to class." Song Ni smiled without replying. The old man was accustomed to Song Ni's usual retorts, so her current complaisance made him feel a little unaccustomed. Especially with her constantly appearing so blissfully married, it made him truly envious. He suddenly asked, "After you finish your studies, you'll return to China, right?" This was Song Ni's original plan. However, after Tan Zheng decided to return to the racing circuit, she wasn't sure how to adjust. The races Tan Zheng, as a race car driver, would participate in would be numerous, and currently, overseas competitions outnumbered domestic ones. Although GN was already promoting the racing industry in China, it was just beginning, and not yet the main circuit. Therefore, Song Ni was unsure where Tan Zheng would be afterward. But one thing wouldn't change: Song Ni would restart her long-postponed plan of opening a studio. "Presumably, yes." The old man snorted heavily again. "Such excellent talent like yours, developing it here wouldn't be a waste, but returning to China would be?" Song Ni didn't think so. "Since I have talent, isn't it fitting for me to contribute to China's fashion industry? Someone has to strive for progress so we don't always lag behind." Besides, the domestic environment had improved considerably now. The old man didn't know what else to say. ... Back home, Song Ni sat in her study, organizing her thoughts. She kept feeling that the competition bartery mentioned earlier was somewhat strange. A wedding dress. Song Ni's eyes flickered, and her fingers unconsciously caressed the diamond ring on her ring finger. Tan Zheng's reluctance to hold a wedding was due to Xi Jinjiang back then. Now that the truth about that incident had been revealed, the wedding... Song Ni stopped herself from thinking further and returned to her desk, pondering how to draw. She hesitated for a long time this time, completely unsure where to start. It was at this moment that Tan Zheng knocked on the study door. He had returned a bit late today, specifically to ensure he had the next two days free. Seeing Song Ni frowning, he stepped forward and asked softly, "What's wrong?" Song Ni then told Tan Zheng about the competition. "I find it strange. What kind of competition is suddenly organized for wedding dresses, with no theme at all?" As she spoke, Song Ni habitually reached out and hugged his neck, sitting on his lap. Naturally, she missed the fleeting smile that crossed the man's eyes. Tan Zheng saw the blank paper on the desk and asked softly, "No inspiration at all?" Song Ni shook her head. "I don't know where to begin." "What did your teacher say?" Song Ni recalled. "He just told me to proceed as I see fit, saying it's to see everyone's understanding of love. I find it all very peculiar and inexplicable." Tan Zheng gently stroked Song Ni's hair. "Then, go by your own preferences. If it were you, what kind of wedding dress would you want to wear at your wedding?" Song Ni paused. She had also thought about the wedding just now, but it was Tan Zheng who had initially suggested postponing it. If she were to bring it up first, it might seem as though she was overly eager for a wedding. Now, Tan Zheng had proactively mentioned the wedding... "My wedding." Song Ni thought for a moment, her hand unconsciously tracing the back of Tan Zheng's neck. She hadn't figured it out yet, but she had already stirred up a passion in Tan Zheng. He reached out and held Song Ni's hand, stopping her playful movements. "Mm, what kind of wedding do you want?"