After breaking off the engagement, Mr. Li knelt down in private to ask for a kiss.

When Rong Yan returned to the company, he clearly felt that there was something wrong with the way everyone looked at him.

The wedding dress show that the team had painstakingly prepared had flaws, and everyone's hard work went to waste.

What will happen to them if the company goes bankrupt?

It is so difficult to find a job nowadays, and it is even more difficult to find a job in a company that offers such benefits.

Therefore, some people looked at Rong Yan and Fu Qingyan with displeasure.

When Fu Qingyan followed Rong Yan in, he also noticed that everyone was not as approachable as usual.

Fu Qingyan plucked up the courage, stopped and spoke in a loud voice.

"I know that I am sorry for the company and everyone's efforts for so long. If there is a problem, I will not escape, I will stand with the company. If someone needs to take the responsibility, I am willing to take all the responsibilities on my own without any complaints."

Fu Qingyan's words were righteous and awe-inspiring, perfectly portraying the image of the victim.

No one said anything, and no one spoke to comfort her.

Rong Yan also expressed his attitude: "I will not shirk the responsibility I should bear. I did not handle the matter well, so I will take full responsibility."

The others were even quieter.

At this time, Nan Qiao also came.

"Director Rong, come to my office." Nan Qiao walked into the office with a serious expression.

Rong Yan followed her in and closed the door.

In the eyes of everyone, Rong Yan would definitely be scolded once he entered.

Those who do wrong will naturally be punished.

Inside the office.

Rong Yan no longer had the high-spirited look he once had. He looked much more haggard, weathered and powerless, as if he had been drained of energy last night.

Nan Qiao looked at his dejected appearance and couldn't help but laugh: "Rong Yan, after encountering something like this, you were devastated? Is this still the you I know?"

Rong Yan scratched his head awkwardly and slumped in his chair.

In front of Nan Qiao, he was not restrained. He acted as himself as if he had met an old friend.

Realizing that his behavior was not right and that this was still an office, Rong Yan immediately sat up and sat straight.

"Boss Qiao, I'm sorry. You gave me such an important task, but I messed it up. It's all my fault."

Nan Qiao: "Is it your fault, or is it Fu Qingyan's fault? Do you want to take all the responsibility by yourself? Do you think you can afford it?"

"I am the main person in charge and I make all the decisions. If I don't take responsibility, who will?" Rong Yan was quite helpless.

Nan Qiao: "There are some things I want to ask you first. Tell me everything you know. What is the fundamental reason why I came here for this incident?"

Rong Yan focused his attention and said seriously, "Boss Qiao, if you ask me anything, I will tell you everything I know."

Nan Qiao asked a few questions.

Whether the model ate anything and who did she come into contact with while backstage.

Who is the manufacturer of the fabric, who is the person who asked them to customize the fabric, and who contacted these matters.

Not only that, where did Rong Yan go when he was with Fu Qingyan these days, and what was the timeline.

Rong Yan answered all the questions Nan Qiao asked, not daring to hide anything.

"Mr. Qiao, do you suspect Fu Qingyan?" Rong Yan asked the question that puzzled him.

"Of course I suspect her. Not only her, but you as well. Everyone involved in the event is suspicious. I will ask them all about it."

Nan Qiao's formal tone put Rong Yan at ease.

If Nan Qiao treats everyone equally, he will definitely be able to clear the grievances against him and Fu Qingyan.

They did nothing to harm the company.

"You go out, let Fu Qingyan in, I have something to talk to her about."

"Okay." Rong Yan stood up and walked out.

After a while, Fu Qingyan came in.

Fu Qingyan had red eyes, and she was wearing a white high-necked shirt, with her hair loose. She looked as pure as water, so pitiful and innocent.

Seeing this, Nan Qiao smiled and said, "Sit down."

Fu Qingyan sat down: "Mr. Qiao, I'm sorry, I failed your expectations of me."

Nan Qiao: "You really failed me."

Forehead?

Fu Qingyan raised her head, her red eyes filled with disbelief.

Is Mr. Qiao so straightforward?

Nan Qiao asked a few more questions, which were similar to Rong Yan’s questions.

Fu Qingyan felt like a criminal, being interrogated from all angles by Nan Qiao, with no human rights whatsoever.

The feeling of humiliation made Fu Qingyan's nose sore. She reached out, took out a tissue and wiped her tears.

"Boss Qiao, I didn't betray the company."

Nan Qiao: "I know, I asked you these questions because I want to help you clear your name. If it's inconvenient, I won't ask anymore."

Fu Qingyan: "..."

What inconvenience could there be for her...

It was just really inconvenient, but she couldn't say it directly.

"Boss Qiao, it's okay with me. Just ask whatever you want to ask. I will fully cooperate."

Nan Qiao: "You said you are from Berkeley University and studied fashion design?"

Fu Qingyan's heart skipped a beat. She didn't know why Nan Qiao asked her this question, a question she didn't want to answer.

Nan Qiao stared at Fu Qingyan with his gleaming eyes as if he was staring at prey, making Fu Qingyan want to run away.

Fu Qingyan slowly clenched his hands on his legs into fists.

"Yes." Fu Qingyan replied.

Nan Qiao: "The professor of the Department of Fashion at Berkeley University told me that they don't have anyone like you in the fashion department."

Fu Qingyan: “!!”

How does Nan Qiao know someone from Berkeley University!

How could she know him!

impossible!

Nan Qiao must be cheating on her!

Fu Qingyan suppressed his discomfort and responded calmly.

"Boss Qiao, what do you mean by this?"

"Literally, the school you filled in when you applied for the job doesn't match the actual situation. Fu Qingyan, you deceived the company, which is illegal!"

Fu Qingyan's heart was in turmoil. He wanted to speak, but couldn't, as if there was something stuck in his throat.

The hairs on my body stood up and my hands trembled unconsciously.

"If you tell me the truth now, maybe I can let this matter go. Think about it carefully."

Fu Qingyan burst into tears and begged, "Mr. Qiao, I'm sorry, I lied to you."

Nan Qiao sneered: "So your academic qualifications are fake."

Fu Qingyan lowered her head, tears falling down, hitting the desk, splashing up a ball of tears.

Nan Qiao: "You are such a dishonest person. I showed my sincerity to cooperate with you, but you even lied to me about your basic academic qualifications. Fu Qingyan, how many questions about the wedding dress show are you hiding from me and the company!"

Fu Qingyan raised his head suddenly and shook his head repeatedly: "Boss Qiao, I didn't hide anything from you, nor did I betray the company."

Nan Qiao looked at Fu Qingyan with a scrutinizing gaze, as if he was looking at a criminal, which made Fu Qingyan feel uneasy.

"Do you want me to say it or do you want me to say it? It will be too late when I say it. Do you understand?"

The threatening tone almost made Fu Qingyan faint.

What does Nan Qiao know?