Chapter 124: A Effortless Victory

A curious face suddenly appeared close to Su Wanwan's ear, startling her so much that her hand trembled. Old Master Fu, his eyes blurred with age and without his glasses, couldn't make out the words on the paper at all.

"What are you so engrossed in?"

Su Wanwan hastily stuffed the paper into her pocket.

"Nothing, Chairman. Please join me for a meal."

Without hesitation, Old Master Fu firmly declined.

"No, no, this was bought for you by Liangmu. I dare not touch it..."

Having eaten her fill, Su Wanwan felt drowsy and kept yawning. The others couldn't help but complain.

"What's Fu Jinghan dawdling about? He's way too slow."

"Is he embroidering or something? My waist is killing me from sitting so long!"

Yan Wenhua wasn't much better off but forced a comforting remark.

"Let it be, slow and steady wins the race. What's the rush?"

"Unlike some, who pre-draw their designs—probably no better than a scrap of worthless paper."

Su Wanwan smiled faintly, unfazed.

At last, after a long wait, Fu Jinghan stood.

"I'm done!"

As Su Wanwan was about to retrieve her nearly forgotten design on the desk, Fu Jinghan stopped her.

"Wait. To prevent cheating, I demand that photos of both designs be taken immediately and put to a company-wide vote."

Su Wanwan gave him a half-smile.

"Fine, but I insist the vote be anonymous."

"No problem!" Fu Jinghan snorted confidently. He reached this position by merit, not merely by being the second son of the Fu family. Even anonymously, he was certain to earn everyone's approval.

Soon, someone brought in photos, posted them in the company's group chat, and set up a simple voting app. The deadline was noon the next day.

Once everything was done, Old Master Fu rose impatiently.

"Enough fussing all day. Bring your designs over so we can see them!"

Just as Su Wanwan picked up her design, Fu Jinghan brushed past her, deliberately shoving her shoulder hard.

Su Wanwan muttered softly,

"Childish brat..."

Fu Jinghan presented his design neatly, brimming with confidence.

"Chairman, esteemed shareholders, please have a look!"

Old Master Fu took the paper, nodding approvingly before passing it to the others.

"Not bad, Jinghan's design shows progress."

"Indeed, it's even better than the last time I saw."

The ten shareholders praised Fu Jinghan highly.

Old Master Fu's heart sank slowly. Damn it, are these old men turning against me collectively?

"Let's see Su Wanwan's."

When he received her design, Old Master Fu froze. His eyes widened in shock as if witnessing a horror, unable to utter a single word.

Yan Wenhua grew anxious and leaned over.

"Old Fu, what exactly did this girl draw\..."

His words cut off abruptly, as if strangled. Other shareholders, sensing something wrong, hurried over; their reactions mirrored Old Master Fu's.

Fu Jinghan blinked in confusion. What's going on? Could Su Wanwan's design really be hideously bad?

But when he glimpsed the drawing, he was utterly stunned—not by ugliness, but by its breathtaking beauty.

Su Wanwan's creation was an exquisitely tailored A-line wedding gown, flattering every figure. The skirt's silhouette flowed naturally in clean, straight lines. Lace cutouts adorned the shoulders, elongating the neck elegantly. A sheer veil draped over the chest, embroidered patterns trailing down to accentuate a slender waist. The sleeves were airy, semi-transparent puff sleeves ending at the forearms, giving an ethereal grace with every movement.

Her meticulous detailing even extended to subtle patterns near the hem, normally overlooked.

Fu Jinghan's eyes bulged with disbelief, and he shouted fiercely,

"This can't be... absolutely impossible!"

"Su Wanwan! You must have swapped the designs!"

"Show us the original drawing you made!"

Su Wanwan replied calmly,

"Is it really so hard to admit when someone else is superior?"

Fu Jinghan's glare burned with fury.

"I know it! You and Fu Liangmu must have conspired together to cheat me!"

"Where's the design? Where did you hide it?"

His hand shot toward Su Wanwan's pocket.

The next moment, Su Wanwan was pulled behind Fu Liangmu, who shielded her. His cold voice, like ancient ice, carried a chilling menace.

"Can't accept defeat?"

Fu Jinghan was so enraged he seemed on the verge of vomiting blood.

"Fu Liangmu! You're clearly covering for her!"

Su Wanwan peeked out innocently from behind him.

"If you say such things, aren't you showing utter disrespect to the chairman and shareholders?"

"They've endured nearly seven or eight hours here, only to waste their time putting on a show for you?"

Fu Jinghan's words seemed to scold Su Wanwan, but in truth, they also rebuked the shareholders.

He hastily tried to explain,

"Sorry, that's not what I meant, I..."

"Enough."

Old Master Fu cut him off, shaking his head with disappointment.

"Vote."

Under Fu Jinghan's anxious gaze, the shareholders wrote down their choices.

"Old Yan, let go!"

Old Master Fu forcefully snatched the paper from Yan Wenhua's hand. Yan sat silently, his face flushing red and pale in turns. He never imagined he'd be so mistaken.

"Open them!"

Old Master Fu revealed the votes one by one. The result was unexpected, yet somehow predictable.

Ten to zero.

Su Wanwan had triumphed.

Her smile was gentle, neither arrogant nor agitated. She glanced at Fu Jinghan's darkening face and kindly advised,

"No need to rush. Let's wait until the voting closes at noon tomorrow."

Fu Jinghan trembled violently. His plan to humiliate Su Wanwan and make the entire company ridicule her, so she'd never dare set foot in headquarters again, had completely backfired.

Frantically, he opened his phone and clicked into the group chat, now flooded with over 999 unread messages, filled with fervent praise for Su Wanwan and shameless flattery of Fu Jinghan's own design.

"Wow, it's anonymous!"

"No need to wonder, Design Director's work is obviously Photo One!"

"Exactly, Su Wanwan's design isn't even in the same league!"

"To be honest, Photo Two is hideous, truly awful!"

"Who gave her the nerve to compete with our Director?"

"Our Director's skills are undeniable after all these years. Everyone vote for Photo One and get Su Wanwan out!"

"No objections!"

Fu Jinghan's heart flickered with hope—until he checked the voting channel.

Photo One was Su Wanwan's work...

Fu Jinghan: "..."