The Mafia’s Crybaby Wife

s’s final form came to fruition, she picked up her pen and breathed life into the picture she had envisaged.

Whenever she was struck by inspiration, she would pen it down in a separate notebook; those were flights of fancy which were not suited for her primary sketchbook, though they would serve as useful points of reference in the future.

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The next day.

Lu An’an returned to the studio and found her desk as clean as she had left it the previous night.

She smirked.

She fished for ideas from her sandbox, the notebook she kept for the bursts of inspiration she received.
Settling on a few, she got to work, adding things to the draft design she had started earlier.

“Did you see that? I feel that Lu An’an will win the competition this time.” Many of her colleagues gathered outside the studio gesturing at Lu An’an.

“Of course.
I heard that Lu An’an is determined to win this competition.”

“It’s not surprising.
Lu An’an is very capable.
I wonder how Gu Anning’s preparations are coming along.”

“Hah! How can Gu Anning compare with Lu An’an? She only got into the final round because of a stroke of luck.
Someone must have made a mistake.
Don’t tell me you think her designs are all that good when they really aren’t!”

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“Hey, have you heard the rumour going around? People say her last submission was a copy of Lu An’an’s work.”

“I’ve heard this rumour, but it is unsubstantiated.
Besides, Lu An’an hasn’t said anything; it isn’t our place as outsiders to speak up.”

“What are you all mumbling about?” Gu Anning rushed to meet her gossiping colleagues, slapping a document on the table before them.
“I’m sure one or two of you are free!”

The crowd shook their heads as Gu Anning tried bossing them around.

“I’m so angry!” Gu Anning ground her teeth, her anger reaching a critical point.
Before she could fly off the handle, Chen Guan appeared, eyeing Gu Anning with a raised brow.
“Gu Anning, what are you doing?”