Gu Yao was exasperated. "Qiao Xi is just making things difficult for you. The clothes you design are very popular overseas, so why are they suddenly unsatisfactory in front of her? You worked overtime to make them, but she wants you to make them again? I'll teach her a lesson today!"
Yao Mengqing tried to persuade him but she did not stop him at all. "Ah Yao... Ah Zheng, this..."
"Miss Yao, Second Young Master Gu."
Qiao Xi suddenly said, "When did I say she should do them again?"
Gu Yao snorted. "You didn't say it? Then why didn't you accept the clothes? Sister Mengqing's clothes are very expensive. If you don't accept them, it's equivalent to you not knowing what's good for you!"
Qiao Xi sneered.
She looked up at Yao Mengqing, then asked, "Ah Zheng, how much are these gowns?"
Yao Mengqing's expression suddenly changed.
Gu Zheng replied casually, "Over eight million dollars."
Qiao Xi seemed to be lost in thought. "A gown costs more than 500,000 yuan, which is the price of a high-end gown. Be it the fabric or the craftsmanship, it has to be of high quality. However..."
She paused for a moment before continuing, "These fabrics are of poor quality. It's not even worth 50 yuan, much less 500,000!"
Gu Yao was instantly angry. "Qiao Xi, are you saying that Sister Mengqing's gowns are worthless? Her studio uses high-quality fabrics, yet you're accusing her of using inferior-quality goods?
"Many noble young ladies have invited her to design their gowns, and those pampered young misses don't even mind the fabrics. With your status, how dare you be so picky?"
Yao Mengqing's eyes turned red as she pursed her lips. "Xi Xi, our studio uses expensive fabrics. We don't use any low-quality fabrics.
"It's fine if you don't like me, but you can't slander my work!"
Qiao Xi raised her eyebrows. "Miss Yao, you indeed used top-quality fabrics on the top of the gown. It can also be seen that you had put some effort into your craftsmanship as well. The gowns look absolutely stunning."
Gu Yao reprimanded her loudly, "You already said that the gowns are very good, yet you're still finding fault with them? You're just jealous of Sister Mengqing! Move out of Longwan Residential right now. I won't agree to have you be my sister-in-law!"
Gu Zheng glanced at him. "You're not my younger brother at all. Of course, she's not your sister-in-law."
Gu Yao looked at Gu Zheng awkwardly, his cheeks puffing out from anger.
Yao Mengqing said aggrievedly, "Xi Xi, I don't know how I've offended you. You're targeting me like this the first time we meet, but I won't blame you. As long as you apologize to me, it'll be fine. We can't let our conflict affect their relationship as brothers."
"Did you give me a chance to explain? Moreover, Second Young Master Gu immediately thought that I was making things difficult for you. I'm Gu Zheng's wife, but you guys didn't give me the most basic respect!"
Qiao Xi said coldly, "Although it can't be easily seen that there's anything wrong with these gowns upon first glance, there are problems upon closer inspection. The value of a high-end gown is that besides looking good, it also needs to be comfortable, so the quality of the fabrics is very important.
"A gown worth 500,000 yuan should definitely do that. However, you used the most basic materials on the inner part of the gowns. The fabric around the waist is not only rough but also very easy to tear."
Qiao Xi tugged on one of the gowns. The inside was indeed made of coarse and poor-quality fabric. The ends of the fabric had come loose, seemingly tearing apart.
Yao Mengqing's face turned pale as she lowered her head.
Qiao Xi looked at her coldly. "Miss Yao, all the clothes you design are high-end formal wear. Moreover, they're specially designed for the daughters and madams of wealthy families. Their skin is exquisite and sensitive, so they have to wear exquisite materials. They won't be able to wear rough fabrics. If someone wears such clothes on their upper body, their skin will be left with scratches.
"Since Gu Zheng has already paid you, Miss Yao, you don't have to redo the clothes as it's money we can afford. It's just that I won't wear such poorly made gowns. In any case, if news of this gets out, I won't be the one losing my reputation."
Gu Yao touched the rough fabric, disbelief written all over his face. "Sister Mengqing, what's going on? The gown you made for my mother previously was made using silk!"
Yao Mengqing's mind was blank. She really did not know how to explain.
Her face was pale, and her lips were trembling. "I... I didn't do it."
Gu Zheng looked up and glanced at Yao Mengqing coldly, making her tremble.