Chapter 387: Rong Qi Can Design Too!
Translator: End less Fantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
This time, Ding Ziqiu didn’t hastily interrupt. Instead, he carefully observed the expressions of the other designers around him. Seeing their collective befuddlement, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Stepping forward, Ding Ziqiu declared loudly, “Haha, Miss Rong, you do have a sense of humor. Even if you want to prove that your gown isn’t a counterfeit, there’s no need to make up such an absurd tale, right? What does our studio have to do with the number seven? Why would we embroider a ‘Seven’ on our clothing for no reason?”
“Exactly! This is too ridiculous,” others chimed in.
Gu Ziye, fed up, glared at Rong Qi. “Can you please shut up? I’ll call you father if that’s what it takes for you to stop.”
The moment Gu Ziye’s words were out, he felt the piercing gaze of Mr. Gu beside him, accompanied by an interrogative “Hmm?”
Swaying his hand dismissively and wearing a face of exhaustion, Gu Ziye braced himself for the inevitable media circus the next day. His frustration with Rong Qi had reached its zenith. As soon as tonight was over, even if it meant risking his life with Ye Nanshen, he planned to beg Ye Nanshen to divorce Rong Qi.
However, amid their skepticism, Rong Qi elegantly unfurled a seam at her cuff, revealing the second layer. She displayed the hidden embroidery to the crowd. “The fabric of Qiyan Studio’s dresses is always made of genuine silk—lightweight and ethereal, like a fairy’s clothing. You could simply distinguish it by the material, couldn’t you?”
Taking her position under the spotlight, Rong Qi showcased the intricate design on her cuff to everyone present.
The crowd inhaled sharply, their eyes widening in disbelief.
Ye Nanshen merely glanced at the unfolding drama, a faint smile crossing his lips. He thought, ‘So, another identity was finally coming to light?’
Amused, Ye Nanshen shook his head.
Rong Qi might have multiple identities, but Ye Nanshen certainly didn’t. Now, he had to tally them all to calculate how many advantages or rather, how many times he had been tricked and what kind of compensation he was due.
People were still reeling from the shock.
“It really is a ‘Seven’!”
“And combined with the auspicious cloud pattern—forget about whether the dress is genuine or not, this design alone seems several steps above Qiyan Studio’s usual work.”
“Exactly. With design skills like this, who would even think about wearing a knockoff?”
As she heard the tone of the conversation around her change, Gu Yuyan’s heart skipped a beat. She thought, ‘Could Rong Qi have some connection to Qiyan Studio? Wait, she could design! Qiyan Studio, seven…why did I have a bad premonition?’
Zheng Zhixuan, equally surprised at the revelation, glanced at Ding Ziqiu, who was deep in thought. She said, “So what if the design is there? Who’s to say you didn’t add it yourself to avoid getting caught wearing a counterfeit? Even Qiyan Studio’s own designers weren’t aware of this hidden design. How did you know about it?”
Zheng Zhixuan’s point seemed valid. However, the words “add it yourself” sounded less plausible now. Creating such an intricate blend of characters and clouds would require immense skill—something not easily dismissed..