An Exclusive love-Chapter 28 Her Injured Forehead

Ying Qingcang realized that his attitude towards Xin Qing was more and more abnormal. Just thinking about Xin Ying's body, he would feel that something was wrong with him. He could be said to be a man of few desires. Before Xin Qing appeared, he had never touched a woman. And after Xin Qing appeared, he was also very reluctant to touch her. Of course, he was willing later. But now he had a longing to touch her.

Thinking about that pale face and helpless expression of Xin Qing last night, Ying Qingcang called Ah Che to his office. He wanted Ah Che to check it out. However, the secretary informed him that there was a problem with a subsidiary company overseas. The plane had been ready.

Ying Qingcang had to fly there to deal with the problem first, but before he left, he still let Ah Che check what was going on with Xin Qing. On the other hand, Xin Qing was late on the second day. She didn't set an alarm clock. It was almost 10 when she woke up.

After arriving at school, she realized that everyone was pointing at her again. Zhang Mi hurriedly ran into the classroom and turned on the computer to show her.

"It was posted on the school forum last night." Shi Qianqian pointed to a post.

Xin Qing opened it and read a few lines before her face turned sullen.

The post said that her works for competition were very similar to Xin Yudie's. It was said that the two sisters usually worked together. There was a bunch of nonsense below. They tried to indicate that the reason why Xin Qing had such outstanding results was because of her sister Xin Yudie. Maybe her sister had even helped her to design all the works before.

There were a lot of replies below. Among them, the one that disgusted Xin Qing the most was Du Zhekai's. He actually said that she threatened Xin Yudie not to be with him. He also said that Xin Qing's private life was very messy and there were always a lot of men coming to school to find her.

"What a scum." Xin Qing closed her notebook with a bang, no wonder the students were looking at her differently.

Zhang Mi was so angry that she wanted to beat Du Zhekai. "He is the President of the Student Union. Many people will believe in his words."

"It should be posted by Xin Yudie." Shi Qianqian analyzed, "She did not make troubles for you any more, did she? Why is she starting again?"

"How could I know?" Xin Qing rubbed her forehead, "Xin Yudie appeared every-where. I should just transfer to another school."

Zhang Mi asked worriedly: "You participate in this competition because you wan-na go to France for studying. What to do now? The school said that it has al-ready been decided? "

"What is going on?" Shi Qianqian had only heard the teachers say that the school would allow Xin Yudie to participate in the competition. She and Zhang Mi did not believe that Xin Qing would lose to that woman.

Xin Qing sneered and said: "Her design is better than mine."

"How is it possible?" Zhang Mi did not believe it.

"Because she added something to my design and it worked." Xin Qing clenched her fists, "I don't know what's going on either. But it's impossible that our thoughts were so similar."

Shi Qianqian thought for a moment and nodded, "That's right. Thus, there is only one possibility. " She looked at Xin Qing and Zhang Mi, and they spoke at the same time.

"Plagiarize!"

Xin Qing frowned and was a bit puzzled: "That doesn't make sense. She … she had no chance. "Last time she left her draft at home, and then Xin Yudie got it. Xin Qing had been carrying the design draft all along this time. So when had Xin Yudie ever seen her design?

"Think about it carefully. Did you forget something and let her take the chance?" Shi Qianqian reminded her.

Xin Qing held her head and thought for a long time, but she got nothing. She was so anxious as she pulled her hair.

"There are so many people coming and leaving at the dorm every day, and we don't often lock the door. Xin Yudie might come secretly." Zhang Mi turned her head and thought for a moment.

"That's impossible." Xin Qing immediately rejected it, "I bring the drafts back home everyday, I didn't put it at the dorm."

They had discussed for a long time without reaching a conclusion. The only thing that could be certain was that Xin Yudie had copied Xin Qing's design. But they had no evidence. If they did not have any clues by the end of the month, Xin Qing would not have any chance.

After a quick lunch in the cafeteria, they decided to go back to the dorm to see if there were any clues. The moment they opened the door, they saw Lin Xiaoyu taking a photo of herself on her phone.

"Yo! You bought a new phone? " Zhang Mi reached out her hand and took the phone, "An expansive phone of about 6,000 yuan. Did your aunt buy it for you?"

Lin Xiaoyu's expression slightly changed. She took back her phone and stared at Zhang Mi with a smile: "Your phones are not cheaper than this!"

"Tsk, your aunt is really very kind to you. You should ask her if she's your real mother. " Zhang Mi said with a fake smile.

Lin Xiaoyu stamped her feet, "What are you talking about? My aunt didn't have any children of her own. So she was especially kind to me. "

"I guess she wants you to serve her while living and give her proper burial after death!" Xin Qing also interjected.

Lin Xiaoyu hastily nodded, "Of course, I will be filial to her in the future."

Xin Qing sighed in her heart, but she did not say anything more. She laughed and lay on her bed to think about what happened to her draft.

The dorm became quiet and Shi Qianqian pretended to ask inadvertently: "Xiaoyu, have you seen Xin Yudie recently?"

"Ah?" Lin Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly shook her head and said, "No, she did not treat Xin Qing well. Why should I meet her?"

"Do you know the things someone posted yesterday?"

"What post?" Lin Xiaoyu didn't know.

Zhang Mi glanced at her and said: "She hasn't come back last night. She doesn't know certainly."

"What's wrong?" Lin Xiaoyu looked at Xin Qing, "Did she come and make trouble for you again?"

Xin Qing laughed bitterly: "The work she designed for this competition is very similar to mine. We felt that she copied mine."

"Ah, Who was chosen? "

"It's definitely Xin Yudie." Zhang Mi said snappily, "Otherwise, why do we say that hers is a copied version?"

Lin Xiao Yu lowered her head and thought for a while, then she muttered, "Maybe she really designed it by herself?"

Zhang Mi glared at her and was about to say something, but she was stopped by a look from Shi Qianqian. Xin Qing looked at Lin Xiaoyu and her gaze darkened: "Alright, take a nap now. We still have lessons in the afternoon."

Everyone went back to their beds to sleep, and only Lin Xiaoyu kept taking pho-tos of herself with her phone. From time to time, the sound of "ka ca" rang in the dorm. Xin Qing suddenly thought of something. She frowned as she looked at Lin Xiaoyu's phone.

Xin Qing, who had lost her qualifications to participate in competition, had been in a low mood and had forgotten to count the days. Today, when she re-turned home, she found Ying Qingcang, whom she hadn't seen for a week, was sit-ting in the living room.

Xin Qing's first reaction was to think what was the date today?

Ying Qingcang sized her up from head to toe, and finally fixed his gaze on Xin Qing's sandal. A few of her round toes were snow-white. The fingernails seemed to be plated with a layer of pink, making them look really delicious.

Hiss … He was frightened by his own thoughts. How could he think that her toes were delicious? Was he really a pervert?

"Good timing of this pervert." Xin Qing's soft mutterings entered his ears, causing Ying Qingcang who just thought he was a pervert instantly had a gloomy face.

It was all because of this woman who had called him a pervert every day. Other-wise, why would he have such a thought?

"If I hear you curse me again, I'll let you see what a true pervert is." Ying Qingcang said sinisterly. Xin Qing looked at him for a while before she quickly ran upstairs.

At night, Xin Qing did not take a bath on purpose. She had already gotten into the habit of not taking a bath on a full moon night to make Ying Qingcang feel disgusted. It was not even nine o'clock when Ying Qingcang came to her room. Xin Qing looked at him vigilantly.

"What do you want?"

"What do you think?" Ying Qingcang raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

Xin Qing suddenly felt her face was hot. She touched her face and coughed twice: "It's …. It's still early. "

"Finish early and rest early." Ying Qingcang said as he sat on the side of the bed.

Xin Qing was busy with being nervous. So she did not notice that Ying Qing-cang's eyes were wandering around, and his body was extremely stiff.

Today, Ying Qingcang was so gentle that she didn't know what to do.

Xin Qing unintentionally turned her head to look at her design draft on the bedside table. When she thought that she could not participate in the competi-tion, she suddenly felt wronged, and her tears could not help but flow. Ying Qingcang, who was immersed in his bliss, didn't notice at all.

When Ying Qingcang raised his head, he saw a tear-filled face.

"You are so wronged? You are so unwilling?" Ying Qingcang's heart had been fro-zen to the bottom by Xin Qing's tears.

Xin Qing was in the pain about that she couldn't participate in the competi-tion. So she didn't notice what Ying Qingcang had said. She wiped away her tears and pushed him away: "Do you finish it? I'm going to wash my face."

"Am I too kind to you?" Ying Qingcang was enraged by her attitude. He used both hands to hold her shoulders and coldly asked.

Xin Qing was clenched so tightly that it hurt. She shouted while knitting her brows: "Why are you crazy again?"

"Let me show you what is crazy!" Ying Qingcang sneered.

She felt she might be dead. It was good that she was dead. Xin Qing suddenly thought that she should have gone with her mother at the night her mother died. So, there would not be all the things later.

"Get up!" Ying Qingcang realized that she was getting softer and softer. He flipped her over and was immediately stunned.

Xin Qing's forehead got injured. The blood on her pale little face was shock-ing.

Ying Qingcang suppressed the panic in his heart and helped her to put on her clothes, then ran downstairs to call Auntie Tian to deal with her wounds.

"Is it serious? Should we call a doctor? "

Uncle Fu saw the anxiety on his face and sighed. "Young Master, why are you bothering to do it?"

"I …" Ying Qingcang said with a cold face, "I'm going to the company now. You take care of her."

Seeing he was leaving in a hurry, Auntie Tian muttered in dissatisfaction, "Just do it like that. There will be times you regret."