Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios
Ji Ziyin was originally filled with anger. Coupled with the fact that her little scheme had been seen through by Qiao Nian, she was furious and frustrated.
At the girlâs cold question, she was stunned for a moment before she immediately felt a sense of humiliation from her toes to the top of her head.
âWhat do you mean?â
Ji Ziyin knew that she had been too impulsive this time, but she could not suppress her anger after hitting a wall. âQiao Nian, do you think that everyone will let you play with them just because you have a few men behind you?! You could have competed with me fairly to complete this mission. But you didnât look for the target. I worked hard to bring him back, but you kidnapped himâ¦â
âDo you feel very aggrieved?â Qiao Nian interrupted her.
Ji Ziyin was so angry that she almost laughed. âYou mean I shouldnât feel aggrieved? I shouldnât be angry?! Should I still praise you for being capable?â
The girl pulled down her baseball cap as if she did not hear the indignance and sarcasm in her words. She only said lightly, âDidnât you and Gu Hengbo casually hoard the fruits of other peopleâs labor at the research institute back then? Why do you feel that you canât take this lying down when it happens to
Ji Ziyinâs eyes widened as she blurted out, âThatâs becauseâ¦â
Qiao Nian spoke up for her. âBecause those people have no background and can only be bullied by you. Thatâs why you think that only you can steal things from others. You think itâs not your fault that they canât protect the results of their hard work.â
In fact, Ji Ziyin even thought that she had put in a lot of effort to promote these results. Those who were oppressed by her profited.
âYou can treat others like this, but others canât treat you like this. Who made the rules? You?â Qiao Nian did not show any mercy.
Ji Ziyinâs face turned red with anger and embarrassment.
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âAlright, letâs not talk about this.â Qiao Nian shrugged and casually asked, âWhen do you plan to return Ji Qings notebook?â
Ji Ziyin trembled as if she had been stabbed in the Achillesâ heel. She subconsciously met her eyes.
Qiao Nian sneered under her guarded and vigilant gaze. âDonât tell me you think I donât know why the Empress likes you? How do you like my motherâs notebook?â
Ji Ziyin did not dare to meet her gaze this time. She lowered her eyelashes and pinched her palm as she mumbled, âl didnât take it. Didnât you already take it back and empty the hard drive?â
She was talking about the time when Qiao Nian came to slap her and took her laptop away. She even deleted the backup on her computer in front of everyone.
Qiao Nian looked at her as if she was looking at a fool. âDo you think Iâm a three-year-old child? Someone like you, leaving only one copy of the backup? Donât tell me you think I donât know that you have other backups?â
Ji Qings notebook indeed recorded many Level 8 experiments, and some of them could still sweep through the research world.
However, compared to the contents of the USB drive, these were like children playing house. Clearly, Ji Qing had only casually recorded some of her daily research.
Ji Ziyin, on the other hand, thought that she had obtained half of Ji Qings lifeâs work and had used the contents of the notebook to add to her career.
At this point, Qiao Nian found a recording pen on her. She broke it in half and threw it on the ground. Stepping on it, she looked at her coldly and said, âGet lost..