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Chapter 383: A Designer from Qiyan Studio

Translator: End less Fantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The moment Zheng Zhixuan finished speaking, Gu Ziye immediately retorted, “I have no intention of allowing that. Are you done? If you are, leave.”

Gu Ziye wasn’t defending Rong Qi; he simply thought the situation was embarrassing. As the Jingsheng Corporation’s CEO’s wife, wearing counterfeit designs would ruin their reputation in the design industry.

Zheng Zhixuan faltered, her gaze drifting to another person in the room.

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Gu Yuyan stepped forward a few paces, her smile warm and inviting. She said, “Ziye, why are you spouting nonsense? I’m sure there’s a misunderstanding. How could Miss Rong possibly wear a fake from Qiyan Studio? That would be a slap in the face to Nanshen, wouldn’t it? So, let’s clear things up before rumors get out of hand. Don’t you agree, Miss Rong?”

Gu Ziye stood with his hands crossed, letting out a disdainful snort. The expressions on the faces of Mr. and Mrs. Gu subtly changed, and they exchanged puzzled glances at Gu Yuyan. They were wondering what she was up to.

Ignoring their expressions, Gu Yuyan offered them a slight smile, then turned her gaze towards Ye Nanshen. However, Ye Nanshen didn’t even spare her a glance, his expression, if anything, turning colder. He ceased toying with his wine glass, and an air of chill emanated from him.

Rong Qi remained unfazed as if she hadn’t heard the conversation between the two.

Staring at the still-composed Rong Qi, Zheng Zhixuan clenched her fists. She knew she couldn’t afford to offend Gu Ziye, but Rong Qi was someone she absolutely couldn’t let off the hook.

Zheng Zhixuan deemed Rong Qi, who made her a sinner in the Zheng family, and she’d pull down with her, even if it meant dying.

Directing her attack towards Rong Qi, Zheng Zhixuan demanded, “Rong Qi, do you dare to meet the designer from Qiyan Studio?”

Zheng Zhixuan’s eyes bore into Rong Qi as if forcing her to respond. However, before Rong Qi could reply, a cold voice filled the room, “Meeting is fine. But what if you are falsely accusing her? What then?”

Without lifting his head, Ye Nanshen exuded an overwhelming presence that made it hard to breathe. His icy words were like a cold blade held to Zheng Zhixuan’s neck, causing her to swallow hard in fear.

With her face flushed in panic, Zheng Zhixuan looked up to find Gu Yuyan’s eyes filled with malevolence.

Feeling as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown over her, she came to her senses. Struggling against immense pressure, she said, “If it’s a false accusation, I’m willing to accept whatever punishment Mr. Ye decides.”

“Good. Remember your words.” With that, Ye Nanshen’s wine glass shattered in his hand. Glass shards dug into his skin, drawing streaks of blood, which sent a shiver down Zheng Zhixuan’s spine.

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Rong Qi’s eyes briefly flicked to his bleeding hand before she lowered her gaze.

Zheng Zhixuan swallowed nervously, forcing herself to remain composed as she looked at Rong Qi, waiting for her to speak.

“All this drama you’ve set up for me, do you really think I have the option of not participating?” Rong Qi smirked, her aloof demeanor making her look like she was watching a clown perform.

Zheng Zhixuan felt a slight panic at her gaze but steeled herself, “Alright, then let’s invite the designer, Ding Ziqiu from Qiyan Studio to come out now!”

Everyone looked back and, sure enough, they saw a man in a suit walking energetically toward them. His gaze never strayed as he came to a stop before Ye Nanshen and Mr. Gu.

That man offered them a slight nod, appearing polite and humble. He said, “Mr. Ye, Mr. and Mrs. Gu, I am Ding Ziqiu, a designer from Qiyan Studio. I may be relocating to the capital soon; I hope to be in your good graces.”

Ding Ziqiu extended his business card to Ye Nanshen, who didn’t even bother to look at it. Ding Ziqiu froze, his hand hanging in mid-air as beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his nervousness palpable..

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