Chapter 30 Virgin? Lying to A Ghost?

Fu Jing smiled. Only when I was in bed with him could I see such a good look on his face. No, he looked pretty good before he went to bed with me. That's what men do.

"I didn't do it with her."

I froze. "Aren't you childhood sweethearts, unmarried couples?"

He closed his eyes.

"Then you won't sleep with her? Aside from everything else, her looks and figure are considered to be the same. I'm afraid you're not stupid." I was so surprised that my mind went straight to men.

Fu Jing grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down. Then, he turned to me and tried to get his hands on me. I quickly begged for mercy, "I was wrong. I was wrong. I was just a little surprised. I've never seen the world before. I didn't know you city people were so good at playing."

The more I took advantage of him, the more he wanted to prove the difference between us, so I was pressed on the bed by him again.

Although I am tired, I am happy and mentally happy.

"Fu Jing, you can't be a virgin." I lay on the edge of the bed, unable to move.

He kicked me, and I was rolled under the bed. I was about to have an attack, but on second thought, something was wrong. "Are you really a virgin?!"

He turned his back to me, obviously not bothering to pay attention to me. I lay on the ground and sighed. If he was a virgin, I would hit the wall. A man in his twenties, not without a woman, would have no problem with that...

"Are you going up or not?" He interrupted my thoughts.

I shook my head. "Thank you for letting me know that lying on the ground is also very comfortable."

"Come up." As soon as he finished speaking, I immediately crawled into bed with him in my arms. With Fu Jing's eyes, I really couldn't resist, afraid of being killed without leaving a whole body behind.

He tucked me in and went to sleep. I thought I would help Ning Jing deal with the plagiarism tomorrow and count the dumplings as hard as I could. Fortunately, I fell asleep in a few minutes.

The next morning, I took a taxi to a place where there were a lot of performances. Two hundred dollars and a meal. Some actors picked for me. Soon, I picked a young woman with a good temperament. What was important was that she had a pair of beautiful hands, which suited the artist's style.

At noon, I told the plan to Ning Jing and the actors again. The purpose was to make them ask for money, but it was said to be plagiarism.

"Do you understand?" I confirmed it again, and they both nodded furiously.

I was just slightly relieved when Ning Jing's phone rang. She picked up the phone and her face turned pale.

"What's wrong?" I tried to keep my voice steady.

Ning Jing's phone fell to her leg and she looked at me without blinking. "Xiao Qing, that person posted a weibo account and the media released an interview video. She came up with evidence that I copied her painting. Now Hai Tang is very angry and asked me to compensate her for the loss of her reputation."

I frowned. What song is this?

"Didn't we agree to have dinner tonight? Now ask her what's going on."

Ning Jing shook his head and fell on the sofa. "It's useless. It's useless."

I didn't care about her. I took her cell phone and sent a wechat message to that person. It was only when I sent a message that I realized that the other party had blackmailed me.

I was holding my phone and didn't know what to do. Hai Tang called again. This time, I answered.

"Ning Jing, I already sent the lawyer's letter. You came to me with the painting, but you didn't say you plagiarized it, so I was in the unknowing category..."

I interrupted her rudely, "She didn't copy!"

The head paused. "Chen Qing? It would be better if you were there too. You recommended him to me. Are you also responsible for this?"

"Take the blame. I said she didn't copy." The more I talked, the angrier I got.

"You're not in charge of this. The evidence is clearly there. If you can prove that Ning Jing didn't plagiarize, then you won't have to pay for my reputation. But if you can't prove it, I'll demand more."

With wool? "You wish!"

I hung up the phone and left it aside. It happened too suddenly and beyond our capabilities. I was in a mess and didn't know what to do.

"Miss Chen, then my work today..." The actor stammered.

I took out 200 yuan. "I don't have to work today. Thank you. Go home early."

Ning Jing and I were the only two people left in the house. She was desperate. I hesitated. I spent money on the internet to get the basic information about Ning Jing's plagiarism. Hua weiwei, who graduated from the central academy of fine arts, was a famous painter in the industry.

I took a deep breath. None of this information was good for Ning Jing.

"Xiao Qing, I'm fine. The worst result would be to lose money." Ning Jing struggled to sit up.

"Bullshit." I held her face in my hands. "You didn't plagiarize. This is a false accusation. She has evidence. You have inspiration. Your work is your evidence. We can't give up until the last moment. Didn't you say that? Life is only a few decades. If you can't hold on to a dream, what's the point of living?"

She looked at me and a small flame lit up in her dim eyes. "Then what should we do?"

"Come up with strong evidence to refute." I really don't know what to do. I'll say whatever I think. As long as I can cheer her up, "Let's see what cards the other party has first, then what cards we have. There's always a way to win."

Ning Jing broke into tears and smiled. "You've taught me your way of fighting the landlord again. All right, I understand what you mean."

The two of us sat together and analyzed the so-called evidence in each other's hands. It was just a painting she drew a few years ago. At first glance, it really looked like Ning Jing's style, but Ning Jing was sure that her ideas were different from hers.

"Then would it be more convincing if you wrote down the idea, the background, and the idea of your drawing?" I suggested that I was actually blind in this regard.

Ning Jing's eyes lit up. "Good idea."

Just when we both thought we had found a way to go, there was no peace. Hua weiwei did what we wanted to do first, and her creative ideas were surprisingly consistent with Ning Jing's.

"How is that possible?!" Ning Jing was petrified.

I took a deep breath. "Has this ever happened in your industry?"

She shook her head and I suddenly realized that this was a terrible plot.

"Then who do you want to talk to..." Before I could finish, her face changed.

Ning Jing picked up his phone and dialed Hai Tang's number...