Mr. Ye's Wife is Sassy and Flirtatious

Chapter 396: Rong Qi, the Boss of Qiyan Studio?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Upon hearing the revelation, Wang Qing and Rong Feiyu widened their eyes in disbelief.

And it wasn’t just Wang Qing and Rong Feiyu who experienced this seismic shift in their perspectives—so did Gu Ziye.

“What? Dad, are you saying that Qiyan Studio’s boss is that idiot Rong Qi?”

The guests had all departed from the Gu residence, leaving only the immediate family gathered in the living room for a late-night snack. Gu Ziye, who had returned home with a host of injuries, couldn’t believe what he was hearing—news so shocking it could make one vomit blood.

Mr. Gu looked at Gu Ziye disdainfully and said, “Idiot? What idiot do you know who could occupy the position of Qiyan Studio’s boss? Miss Rong is more of a sage in disguise, I’d say.”

“A sage in disguise? Are you joking, Dad?” Gu Ziye remained incredulous. “If Rong Qi truly is Qiyan Studio’s boss and knowing that our Jingsheng Corporation collaborates with Qiyan Studio, why wouldn’t she say anything?”

“According to the assistant, Ye Zhi, Miss Rong is only the silent owner. Someone else manages the workspace, so she doesn’t have a say in its operations,” Mr. Gu explained.

“Ah, I can’t believe Miss Rong has such a layer of depth to her identity. She’s elegant, graceful, and highly capable. I must say, this changes my impression of her entirely,” Mrs. Gu chimed in.

Confused and overwhelmed, Gu Ziye demanded, “So what exactly is going on? Are you guys sure you’re not tricking me? Is Rong Qi really Qiyan Studio’s boss?”

“Yes. The real boss of Qiyan Studio is Camellia, the designer who has gained fame all over Leucia. And Camellia is none other than Miss Rong.”

Stunned, Gu Ziye gasped, his eyes glazed over in disbelief. He thought, ‘How could it be? How could that irrational, violent fool possibly be the boss of Qiyan Studio?’

Gu Ziye was dying to know what had transpired in the hall while he was getting beaten up by Ye Nanshen.

Mechanically, Gu Ziye turned to his sister, Gu Yuyan, and asked, “Sis, is what Dad and Mom said true? Is Rong Qi really the boss of Qiyan Studio?”

Even if Rong Qi was merely the boss, that would be more palatable to him.

However, Gu Yuyan gave Gu Ziye a scornful glare, yelling, “Who do you expect me to ask? Get lost!”

With that, Gu Yuyan stormed upstairs.

Baffled, Gu Ziye looked at his mother, who sighed and shook her head in disappointment.

Mr. Gu was equally perplexed. He asked, “What got into Yuyan? Why the sudden temper?”

Mrs. Gu glared back at Mr. Gu and said, “It’s all your fault! You didn’t focus on your career when you were younger, dragging me along with your schemes. Our children are the way they are because you didn’t educate them properly. I despise you! Who am I supposed to ask? Don’t speak to me, get lost!”

Frustrated, Mrs. Gu also went upstairs.

In the vast, empty living room, the father and son stared at each other.

Gu Ziye mumbled, “Dad… after today, it’s confirmed. My sister is definitely your and Mom’s biological daughter.”

Mr. Gu furrowed his brow, lost in thought about the unfolding predicaments.

Three years ago, when the engagement between the Gu and Ye families was broken off, the relationship was damaged. Now that Ye Nanshen had married someone else, Mr. Gu couldn’t complain; he had no right to.

After all, it was Mr. Gu who had taken advantage of a decades-long family friendship to beg Old Mr. Ye for this arrangement. Just that alone meant that the Gu family owed the Ye family.

However, it appeared that Gu Yuyan still had feelings for Ye Nanshen, which complicated matters.

Mr. Gu massaged his temples, unsure of how to proceed. Gu Ziye was equally perplexed but for different reasons.

‘How am I to face Rong Qi from now on?’ Gu Ziye thought.

After humiliating Rong Qi numerous times, she turned the tables by revealing a shocking identity, leaving Gu Ziye utterly face-smacked.

Images of their first meeting at Jingsheng Corporation filled his mind. Each recollection felt like a cat scratching at his insides, leaving him feeling miserable..