Mr. Ye's Wife is Sassy and Flirtatious

Chapter 389: I’m Wearing the Real Piece

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Gu Ziye watched the unfolding drama with a resigned sigh. He moved to the side of Ye Nanshen and spoke, “Looks like our partnership with Qiyan Studio is going up in smoke. All that effort for nothing. Shen, we can’t keep Rong Qi anymore. Look at her. She’s nothing but trouble, a total liability.”

Ye Nanshen kept silent.

“Shen, why aren’t you responding?” Gu Ziye leaned over to look at Ye Nanshen, his brow furrowed.

What Gu Ziye saw next almost scared the life out of him.

“Holy crap!” Gu Ziye yelped, his survival instincts kicking in as he sprang away. Ye Nanshen’s eyes were tinged with a terrifying shade of crimson, his expression icy. Had Gu Ziye not looked closely, he wouldn’t have noticed anything amiss.

‘This is bad. Why is Shen having an episode now? It must be because of that woman, Rong Qi!’ Gu Ziye cursed inwardly.

Ignoring the puzzled stares from everyone around him, Gu Ziye frantically scanned the hall. To his annoyance, he couldn’t find Lu Chengzhou.

“Damn it! Every time I need him, he disappears!” Muttering curses under his breath, Gu Ziye fought down his fear and quickly wheeled Ye Nanshen out of the room.

“What are you doing, Gu Ziye?” someone called out.

“I… I need to use the bathroom, and it’s dark outside. I’m scared to go alone, so I’m taking Shen with me,” Gu Ziye replied in haste. “You all figure things out here. If you can’t, I’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

With that, Gu Ziye pushed Ye Nanshen’s wheelchair out the door without looking back.

The crowd was left in a state of bemused bewilderment. Their high-stakes, emotion-filled drama was abruptly cut short, and they were at a loss for words.

Meanwhile, Qiyan Studio’s staff were busy verifying information over the phone.

Two minutes later, when they looked at Rong Qi again, their faces contorted in disbelief.

“So? Are we in trouble?” Ding Ziqiu asked nervously.

Gu Yuyan and Zheng Zhixuan exchanged a triumphant glance, but their mood was ruined by the next words.

“Yes, indeed… The dress that Miss Rong is wearing is our boss’s latest creation,” they said. “In every original garment from Qiyan Studio, a specific ‘seven’ character is sewn into the sleeve by designated tailors. Plus, our boss personally oversees the production of each gown.”

“What?” The crowd was in shock.

“That’s impossible! Why has nobody ever mentioned this before?” Zheng Zhixuan demanded.

“Exactly, I haven’t heard about it either,” Ding Ziqiu added.

“That’s because no one has ever doubted the authenticity of our clothing before,” came the reply.

Silence fell upon the hall like a lead weight.

Gu Yuyan couldn’t believe her eyes as she looked at Rong Qi. Gu Yuyan refused to believe Rong Qi was actually wearing the real thing.

Zheng Zhixuan felt the same, glaring at Ding Ziqiu, who seemed equally confused.

“It can’t be… The authentic piece is with me. How could it be on Miss Rong?” Ding Ziqiu wondered aloud.

“I find it strange too,” Gu Yuyan quickly chimed in. “Even if you know about Qiyan Studio’s special marking, Rong Qi, it doesn’t mean you’re not wearing a knockoff… Don’t get me wrong, I’m just puzzled.”

At that moment, Rong Qi chuckled softly without a word.

Just then, a person rushed into the hall. When Ding Ziqiu and the others turned, they frowned.

“What brings you here?”

“Mr. Ding, I’m here to inform you of something. The gown in our hotel was sent to Miss Rong Qi on our boss’s order,” the newcomer explained hurriedly. “I just received a call from our studio about some confusion here, so I rushed over.. Did I make it in time?”