Madame, Congratulations on Your Promotion!

Chi Tingting's face turned red, and she was at a loss for words. She had merely been speculating wildly; she never expected Chi Xiaoyu to thoroughly investigate the matter. Standing on the stage felt as uncomfortable as being pricked by needles.

"It's been such a long time, how could I remember clearly?"

"Hehe, it's only been a week, how could you forget? Or maybe it's not that you forgot, but that you never knew. In fact, when I was creating it, I felt somewhat suppressed. I drew many design drafts, none of which were very ideal. Later, I talked to Professor Deng Qiujun from our school's traditional Chinese painting department—in private, he was my Chinese painting teacher when I was a child. After talking with him, he painted 'Mist Cage Moon' for me... Now Teacher Deng is sitting right here, he can personally confirm it."

With these words from Chi Xiaoyu, Tingting's lies were powerfully exposed, and she was utterly unable to defend herself.

Chi Tingting's face turned beet red, and she felt like she could barely stand. Beads of sweat rolled down her face, washing away her makeup.

However, how could Chi Xiaoyu let go of the "dog" that had bitten her?

She chuckled softly, her demeanor calm as she counter-queried, "Then I have another question for you, what is your relationship with Italy's Maiken Family?"

Chi Tingting leapt up as if her tail had been stepped on, "Chi Xiaoyu, what do you mean by that?"

"Nothing much! I just wanted to know, how come the 'Paris Springtime' you're wearing resembles last year's gown designed by the Maiken Family for the British Royal Princess so closely? Oh, right, the Princess also wore this gown for her niece's wedding, and photos have leaked online..." Chi Xiaoyu said with a calm smile, her tone gentle yet forceful.

In an incredibly timely fashion, the lighting technician actually managed to find the photo from that year.

The big screen lit up, displaying the Princess attending the wedding, and indeed, the gown was identical to the 'Paris Springtime' dress on Xu Meimei.

"Wow, turns out she's a fraud!"

The students on stage were filled with indignant anger, feeling the outrage of being deceived.

Chi Tingting's face turned shades of green and pale, like an overturned box of dyes, extremely amusing to look at.

Her lips quivered, and she was unable to utter a single word.

Chi Xiaoyu continued forward, walked up to Xu Meimei, and pulled out the label of the dress, "As I thought, I wasn't wrong—there's even a signature from the Maiken Family of Italy! I hope Mr. Mike will confirm this."

This Mr. Mike was an internationally experienced designer, well-informed and knowledgeable. Hearing this, he nodded, stepped forward, and examined Xu Meimei's gown.

Then, he picked up the microphone, "Indeed, this gown did come from the hand of Mr. Maiken. It's part of the same series as the one worn by the Princess. Therefore, Chi Tingting's qualification for this competition is revoked, and her prize is annulled!"

"Liar, liar, Chi Tingting, get off the stage, shameless fraud!!"

The students below the stage were enraged and started to throw the cakes and pastries in their hands at Chi Tingting.

No matter how the host tried to soothe them, their anger was not subdued.

It wasn't until Chi Tingting, with red ears and shaking all over, retreated from the stage that the students finally calmed down.

"Although there was a small mishap in today's competition, the conclusion was ultimately a happy one. Now, Mr. Gong Beiming, president of the DI Consortium, will present the award to our champion!"

"Wow!!"

The applause grew more passionate wave after wave.

Under the spotlight, Gong Beiming straightened his suit, his dashing figure standing up, the moment he had been waiting for.

More than the exciting competition, what truly made countless female students' hearts flutter was witnessing the appearance of Gong Beiming, president of DI.

His handsome and proud figure provoked screams from the female students below the stage...