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After being suddenly assigned such a mission, Qiao Anzhi was at a loss of what to do. She had indeed said in front of Fu Siming that she was born to be a material for the design room, but …

It was the first time he had followed up the design script and made it a physical building.

After a discussion with the painter Mr. Smith and the construction company, they agreed to deliver the draft in three days.

Feeling that the design draft was not perfect, Joe asked the director of design to use the three days to perfect it, and the director agreed. And this was the opportunity Ling Li had been waiting for.

The next day was delivery time. Coincidentally, she met a trainee assistant who came in at around the same time as her. She carried a cup of coffee into the design room with a flattering smile on her face.

"What's the matter?"

"Assistant Qiao, let me help you put the design script!"

"No need …"

Before she could refuse, the trainee assistant put down the coffee, took out the design script and smiled at her, saying, "When you become a designer again, you have to give me a hand!"

"Eh?" Joanna looked at her blankly, while the latter happily carried the design out of the room.

Qiao Anyan was helpless. Did someone come to curry favor with her so quickly?

In the evening, after everyone had left, a figure sneaked into the company's office where the design drafts were kept. After rummaging for a while, he pulled out one of them and revealed a strange smile.

The figure took out a pen and changed the design to a less conspicuous place before quietly leaving.

The next day, Qiao Anxiao personally brought the design draft to the engineering team. She thought that this matter could finally be brought to an end. She was overjoyed.

I wonder what the memorial will be like after it is built? Not to Smith's liking? What kind of reaction would there be?

Thinking of this, Qiao Anxiao could not help but look forward to it, constantly paying attention to the progress of the construction.

However, a week after the construction started, something happened. When the engineering team was building according to the blueprints, they encountered a security problem. The originally firm frame suddenly collapsed, causing the workers to be injured.

The company and the media received the news at about the same time. It was already impossible to eliminate the influence of public opinion.

Smith received the news and became furious, saying he would break off the partnership and demand compensation.

The design director was very angry and immediately called an emergency meeting at the company.

"We don't need to say how serious the situation is anymore. Mr. Smith is a very important customer of ours. Not only will he damage the reputation of the company, he will also cause great losses to the company!"

Qiao Anjiao felt that everyone's eyes were focused on her, especially the design director's. It was as if he wanted to eat her alive.

"Why is everyone looking at me like that?" asked Qiao Anxiao, puzzled.

"Assistant Qiao, Madam Fu!" The design director was so angry that the corners of his eyes began to twitch. "Don't you know what the problem is?"

Qiao Anzhi was confused by the question and retorted, "Did something happen at the engineering company?"

The design director was furious. He wanted to flare up, but was afraid of Qiao Anyun's identity, so he said, "After the emergency meeting is over, come with me to the office!"

After saying that, no one paid any more attention to Qiao Anxian. The initial plan was for the brand PR department to step in and try to eliminate the effects as much as possible. Give compensation to the workers at the engineering company, and Smith, whether he accepts it or not, must apologize to him and find a remedy.

After the emergency meeting was over, he was called to the office.

"Mistress Fu, the company is not a place for you to play. Do you know how this incident will affect the company?"

Qiao Anxiao was still puzzled. He did not know what he had done wrong, so he asked, "What do you mean by this?"

With a "pa" sound, the director threw a piece of design paper onto the table and angrily said, "Look for yourself!"

Qiao Anxian picked up the design script and looked at it. He was stunned. This is her design, but... There was one detail that had been changed!

"You can even make such a low-level mistake, and you still want to be a designer? "Although you are Mistress Fu, the company won't allow you to do whatever you want!"

Qiao Anxian's eyes widened as he tried to defend himself, "Director, you've misunderstood. I'm not the one who …"

"Not you? Are you trying to say that you didn't draw the design, and it has nothing to do with you? "

"It's mine, but the details on the picture have been changed for some reason. That's why the accident happened. Director, I hope you can trust me. "

"Trust you?"

There was a sudden knock on the door. The Prefect of Police looked at Qiao Anxiao and said, "Come in."

Ling Li came in with a cup of tea and placed it in front of the director. When she saw her expression, she said in an insipid tone, "She was just a small assistant to begin with, and was insistent on acting on her own behalf. Now, let's not talk about the relationship between Mr. Smith and the company, the company's reputation has been tarnished."

The director glared at Ling Li, who immediately shut her mouth. There were some things she knew better than to say, too obvious to make people suspicious.

"Since this matter was caused by you, you don't have to come to the company before it can be resolved." The director said with a straight face.

"But …"

Qiao Yifan felt wronged. It was clearly not her doing, but no one was willing to listen to her explanation.

"Even if Boss Fu knew about this, he would still make the same decision." The Prefect looked at her and said something. It was clear that he was telling her that even if she was the wife of CEO Fu, the company would not do anything special for her.

On the way out of the director's office, Qiao Anxiao heard all sorts of discussions about how she would discredit the company. The way those people looked at her was different from before.

Humans are truly fickle … Johann forced a smile and packed his things to go home. However, this did not mean that she would give up. It was not something she did, and she would never admit it.

Although she wasn't the one who did it, it did have something to do with her inattentiveness. If she could reconfirm it before delivering the design draft, she might be able to avoid such a thing happening.

She felt guilty about Smith and the injured worker. Since he couldn't go to the company for the time being, he would find a way to make up for it …

"I chose your company because I trust in your abilities, but you have really disappointed me! You have destroyed the memorial I am offering to my wife! "

"Mr. Smith, you …"

There was only the sound of a "beep beep" as he hung up...

"Seems like I've really angered him this time. He won't let this go easily." Angel said.

After a moment he said to Angel, "Go check."

"You don't think it was her fault?"

Fu Siming raised his head and glared at him. Anjel realized that he had spoken too much and immediately went to do what Fosmin had told him to do.

When he returned home at night, he saw Qiao Anxiao squatting in front of the cat's nest, stroking the kitten's head. His back looked a little lonely.

At the sound of footsteps, Joanna jerked her head back. It was Fosmin, she saw the look on his face, and she thought he must have known about it.

"Fu Siming, I really don't know what's going on with the design script!" Qiao Yifan walked up to him, looked him straight in the eye, and sincerely said, "I can swear that it will still be fine when the design has been revised. I really don't know why this is the case. That detail has been altered!"

He just looked at her calmly.

"You don't believe me?" asked Joanna.

Instead of answering her question, he said, "Remember, be a lesson."

When he said that, to Qiao Anjiao's ears, it sounded like he didn't believe her and wanted her to remember this lesson …

It was one thing to be suspected by the people in the company, but another to say that even Fu Siming didn't believe her!

She gave him an angry look and returned to her room with the kitten in her arms, her eyes red. She didn't know why she wanted to make Fu Siming believe her, but she felt inexplicably angry and sad.

The kitten snuggled into her arms and mewled. Qiao Anxiao looked at the little guy and felt that they were very similar. Both of them were alone.

Even though she had a father and mother, she was only using her as a bargaining chip to protect her family. Husband... Needless to say, he didn't even have the slightest bit of feelings for her, nor did he even have the most basic of trust in her.

Whatever she had been, she asked herself, she had never done anything bad or hurt anyone since she woke up in a car accident. To treat others with sincerity, why not treat them sincerely?

Could it be that a person once missed a chance to correct himself?

"Oh little kitty, from now on it's just the two of us …" "No, the cat and the human are going to live together. What do you think?"

The little guy let out a "meow" as if he was giving her a reply. Qiao Anyan finally smiled and said, "You're still the same. When you grow up, I'll buy you some dried fish, okay?"

Just as Fu Siming was about to open the door, he heard her cat talk and sneered in his heart. His self-recovery ability was quite strong, it seemed like he overthought things.

The next day, the more he thought about it, the more indignant he felt. She could not sit still and allow herself to be misunderstood. Even if she could not prove her innocence, she had to at least do something to remedy the situation. After all, this matter was caused by her carelessness.

She thought of the Director's anger and her colleagues' rejection of her as a culprit who had offended her clients and affected the company's interests and reputation.

If that was the case, then as long as Smith was willing to give up, the matter would not have much of an impact.

For her own sake and that of the company, she had to see Smith.

Remembering that she had left a card with Smith's number on it, she tried the number, rang it twice, and hung up.

Joanna felt a wave of frustration and tried several more times, but still no one answered. It didn't work. She had to go to the hotel where Smith was staying and find him herself.

She didn't know the address, but she knew that the PR people would be looking for Mr. Smith, so she slipped downstairs to the office and got into a taxi, waiting for the PR car to leave and let the driver follow.