After marrying a wealthy family, I just want to start a career[Transmigration Book]

If Zheng Wenze had never met Wang Rong in his life, he might have taken a completely different path from what he is now.

Like other designers, he may recruit disciples and make quick money, or he may follow the trend and hype to earn popularity and fame.

He is good at doing all speculative things and getting the most benefit for himself from it, instead of putting on a masterful appearance of self-control and self-discipline.

But these years, he has struggled to suppress his nature, acting in a way that is completely inconsistent with his own nature or even contrary to it.

He pretended to be tolerant, selfless, low-key, and racked his brains professionally to climb up, just to be able to stand with Wang Rong.

Even so, he still can't reach his height.

It still needs to rely on opportunistic choices of exaggerated and eye-catching elements to increase the popularity and controversy of the work to maintain its current position.

No one knew that he had actually struggled to maintain his high position all these years.

He has liked Wang Rong since he was in school, and Wang Rong is the first and only person he yearns for.

He's not like him, or even the people around him.

He comes from a good background, has a good character, and looks good.

He is tolerant and selfless, low-key and sincere, and professionally has talents beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But he was never proud or conceited, and he gently and patiently helped those classmates or colleagues whom he didn't even know very well.

He is like light, and he is like a moth, but he is still a moth that wants to monopolize the light.

From the very beginning when he thought of this metaphor, he should have known that it would be a tragedy, but he didn't want to think about it. Instead, he was moved by the moth that tried to catch the flame beyond its limits.

He liked him to the point of madness, but he never dared to say it.

Because even he himself feels that he is not worthy of him, so he can only silently accompany him and work hard, hoping to stand with him longer.

However, even if he tried his best, it would not work. Talent is not something that can be obtained by working hard.

Fortunately, he was already the one closest to him.

Until they met Cheng Qian.

Wang Rong's love for Cheng Qian was something he had never seen before.

Cheng Qian was even more difficult than them. He had no father or mother, grew up with his relatives, and was not even as well educated as they were.

His personality is soft and shy, but his eyes are clear and clean. It seems that it is difficult to completely open his heart to others, and he sticks to a piece of his heart, but the part that is open seems to be unreserved.

This makes him a little cold at certain times.

He is dedicated and conscientious in his work, and even if there is any injustice, he can silently make up for it with hard work.

There are many special and pure things in him, but none of them are obvious shining points.

Except he has a particularly pretty face.

But it is such a person, his talent is even higher than that of Wang Rong.

He loves clothing design, likes to study in silence alone, and always has fantastic ideas. With scissors in his hands, even a piece of rotten cloth can bloom.

He has never seen Wang Rong like anyone so much, he seems to be willing to teach Cheng Qian all the systematic things he has learned, he can always smile and bend his eyes when he is with Cheng Qian, even if he is with him I always say Cheng Qian, Cheng Qian...

When he said before starting the journey, there was always a smile in his eyes, gentle and gentle.

He has a slight sense of alienation from everyone, but in front of Cheng Qian, he is like a child.

No fortification, no scheming.

He was jealous of Cheng Qian, so jealous that he went crazy.

But he couldn't show it, not only that, but he had to praise him in front of Wang Rong, because in this way, Wang Rong would smile more at him.

Because when he mentioned Cheng Qian, he was always smiling.

That smile hurt his eyes, but he still wanted to see it.

On the surface, the relationship between the three of them has always been very good, so good that they are completely defenseless against each other.

At first, he thought that Wang Rong liked him because of Cheng Qian's talent. After all, Wang Rong's talent has reached the point where it is difficult to find a bosom friend.

He must be happy to meet someone who is equal to him.

Until one time, Wang Rong came back from the United States, and he went to his home to look for him.

Outside the villa's fence covered with flower branches, I saw them kissing under the shadow of flowers.

Wang Rong pressed Cheng Qian's waist, pressed him on the flower stand, and kissed him passionately.

At that moment, the tension in his heart was completely broken.

He left quietly, and then spent more than half a year on careful planning, and finally got rid of Cheng Qian with clean hands and feet.

Before that, he thought that as long as he could be with Wang Rong, he would be fine.

But after that day, he decided that it had to be him, and he could only be by his side, even in other ways, but Wang Rong couldn't have anyone else.

Wang Rong's pain, despair and struggle were staged in front of him again and again, and he never softened his heart.

He watched him gradually become numb, and there was an obvious gap between him and him, but even so, he never regretted attacking Cheng Qian.

Even if Wang Rong is lukewarm towards him, as long as he is by his side, it will be fine.

Until Ning An appeared, he felt turmoil and a sense of crisis again.

Ning An was too much like Cheng Qian at that time.

With a pine-like figure, looking at Qingliang's beautiful face, he has also studied in an unsystematic way, and he is also enthusiastic and focused on clothing, especially when he is biting a bead needle and his hands are busy and focused...

This reminded him that Cheng Qian also liked to bite on the bead needle, and Wang Rong always smiled and helped him take it off from between his lips lovingly and pamperingly.

This made him very disgusted when he first saw Ning An.

It was precisely because of this preconception that he quickly approved Xiao Di's words.

One thing after another forced him, and one thing after another drove him.

From the similarities between Ning An and Cheng Qian, to Wang Rong's tolerance and care for Ning An, to the traces on Ning An's body, and to Wang Rong's show to bring Ning An's works, one by one, let He couldn't take it any longer.

And the special confidentiality of Ning An's entries also made them feel that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it.

Everything is a repeat of the past, and the only risk is that even though he has been getting close to Ning An and quickly draws the relationship between the two closer, he is far from being able to enter Cheng Qian's private territory at will.

Ning An never seemed to mention his affairs outside of work, nor did he mention where his home was, let alone invite others to his home as guests. He protected his private life very well.

But he can't wait any longer, if he misses this time, it's hard to say whether he will have such an opportunity in the future, and he is extremely talented, if he is allowed to stand out, I'm afraid it will be difficult to touch him in the future.

So he had to take a risk.

But this time, Wang Rong seemed to no longer trust him, and began to refuse to see him again, expressing his attitude with actions.

Although he was flustered in his heart, he still comforted himself over and over again with luck.

As long as Ning An has no evidence, no matter how angry Wang Rong is and doubts again, as time goes by, he will take care of him by his side and accompany him, and he will gradually let go of his prejudice against him.

As for Ning An, even if he pretended to be fine, the circle had already branded him with suspicion.

After all, with his status in this circle, no one with normal thinking ability would think that he would frame a junior for no reason.

Naturally, he also has to act like a senior, and will not pursue it forever, as long as he plants this seed of doubt in people's hearts.

As long as this seed exists, it will be difficult for him to gain a firm foothold in this circle all his life, and there will always be a day when he retreats despite difficulties.

One day passed, two days passed, half a month passed, and Ning An did not provide any evidence to prove his innocence.

His heart gradually settled down.

When he finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the matter was about to pass like this, and when he once again swept away the obstacles and put down his guard, Wang Qian's sudden betrayal gave him a sword in the chest.

He had trained him for many years, and he was a student who was considered to be of little status in the fashion circle, and he betrayed him without warning.

He could hardly believe it, that was the person he trusted the most.

At that moment, he experienced the pain and fear of being betrayed and betrayed by his most trusted and closest friend. Even if she can betray him, who else in this world can be trusted?

The collapse of his sense of security squeezed his heart into a small space, and he was full of uncertainty and fear about the world.

Is it retribution?Who else could he trust?

But everything is far from over. Fatal evidence that made him desperate was exposed one by one. He was crucified on that shameful cross and could not escape.

He thought about it when he was taking risks, but he thought it was worth it for Wang Rong.

For so many years, in order to stay by his side, he hid his feelings and dared not tell him, but in the end, he still became the kind of person he hated the most.

When he thought that he might never see him again, he felt that life would be worse than death.

He has been obsessed with Wang Rong for more than ten years, carefully hiding his nature.

That false mask had already grown into his flesh, but now he was torn off alive, skin to flesh.

It hurts so much.

He sat on the sofa, the curtains were drawn in the room, and the darkness gave him some sense of security.

He called Wang Rong again, but the phone rang twice before being hung up.

When he was about to try again, the phone rang, and he picked it up hastily, but it turned out to be his assistant.

The assistant's voice was flustered and hesitant, and he said hesitantly, "Teacher, you can check it online."

"What's wrong?" He asked, his tone full of guard.

There was nothing to be afraid of anymore, because the worst thing had happened, he thought.

But the assistant still insisted: "Go online and have a look."

The Internet is full of insults against him, what's there to see?

Those who scolded Ning An before were deceived by him out of resentment, and once again spread even greater anger on him under the banner of justice.

Isn't it enough that he was betrayed by his most trusted apprentice and abandoned by the whole world?What else do you want him to see?

But he still opened the internet with trembling hands, and the first Weibo hot search made his pupils shrink: "Zheng Wenze, Cheng Qian."

A person he had never thought about stood up: Hu Dong.

For so many years, he had no news of him, and he almost forgot about this person.

Why can't he just be buried in the dust of history honestly, and come out again to shake off the dust, isn't it enough now?

His temples were throbbing, his headache was splitting, but his eyes looked down.

Hu Dong said that because of the outbreak of Ning An's incident and because of Wang Qian's bravery, he could no longer remain silent.

Like Wang Qian, he was coerced and lured by Zheng Wenze to do the same unforgivable thing.

It's just that his sin was even worse, he ruined a talented designer.

He disclosed the details of nine years ago. He said that he was never at ease, and he also suffered retribution.

After nine years, he finally had the courage to stand up and use this platform to say sorry to Cheng Qian.

In the accompanying picture are Zheng Wenze's transfer records and an old yellowed photo.

There are three young people in the photo, the tall and handsome one in the middle, looking forward with a gentle smile, is Wang Rong.

The man on the left is dressed in fashion, also smiling slightly, with a handsome face, who can be vaguely identified as Zheng Wenze.

The young man on the right, tall and thin, is very handsome, with the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his eyes curved into beautiful arcs because of the smile. The black pupils are very clear and catchy. It is Cheng Qian.

Hu Dong said that this is a photo he took of the three of them nine years ago, and he has developed a few more photos, and he has kept this one.

Nine years ago, Cheng Qian was still very young, his smile was brighter than the sun, and he was unparalleled in style.

Such beautiful people and things, so cruelly broken.

It is the unbearable weight of the human heart, enough to ignite anyone's righteous heart and resentment.

Zheng Wenze's hand seemed to be on fire, he flicked in shock, and the phone was thrown far away.

In the studio, Xiao Di had already been fired. As Zheng Wenze's accomplice, he also did not escape justice.

Sitting in the office, Wang Rong finished listening to the recording Feng Yun sent him.

His body trembled slightly, his eyes were red, and his teeth were clenched, but there was no trace of blood on his face.

The pain in his heart made him almost lose his hearing, and he could only feel the pain of the tense nerves in his brain that were about to rupture and the messy noises caused by the pain.

Ning An retreated in silence, leaving him alone.

His heart finally fell, he finally pulled him down, he fell far harder than him, because he stood higher.

It's just that the joy of victory is still mixed with sourness, because some people paid too much before that.

After a long time, there was a knock on his door, and Wang Rong leaned against the door.

Ning An looked up and called him: "Teacher."

"Have you considered pursuing Zheng Wenze's legal responsibility?" Wang Rong's voice was hoarse, not pleasant.

Ning An shook his head: "Feng Yun and Cheng Qian talked on the phone, he knows the progress here, we mean the same thing, don't pursue it."

Then he explained: "This kind of situation won't last long. Moreover, the criticism from the outside world, the pressure of public opinion, the strange eyes... He should redouble his efforts to bear the harm he has caused others. Relatively speaking, the prison has become a prison. his refuge."

Wang Rong was silent for a moment, and finally nodded. His eyes were dark and heavy, and his tone was firm: "I want to go to Italy."

Ning An looked at him: "Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid," Wang Rong was silent for a moment: "If he leaves again, I will also withdraw from the fashion industry, chasing and staring at him for the rest of my life."

Ning An didn't speak any more, but pursed her lips and smiled.

"It's a big show in a few days, can you handle it?" Wang Rong asked.

Ning An nodded: "It should be fine."

Wang Rong stepped forward, rubbed his hair, and said in a deep voice for a while, "Thank you."

Ning An didn't know which aspect he was talking about, so he just nodded: "Teacher, I will try my best, don't worry."

The author has something to say: it’s still more, a bit hasty

感谢在2019-12-2420:57:24~2019-12-2521:53:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Zhan Mu and Li, an ordinary person;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of lotus seed sandwich, whether it is Wangzai or Wangzai;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!