From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love

What Yu Rou wanted to do was disrupted by Nan Qiao.

Yu Rou failed, and those people changed their target to Nan Qiao.

"Mom, Dad, don't overthink it, since we're here, let's go with the flow. Their plans didn't succeed, believe me, they're probably hopping mad. As long as we trust each other, we can get through this."

The unity within the Bai Family, which Nan Qiao had never seen before, was remarkable.

Nan Qiao added, "About this mysterious drug mentioned above, I will ask my mentor if he's seen it and check if he's heard about it recently. If he has, we may find those people and discover who wants to drive a wedge between us."

Bai Zhenyang's eyes lit up, "Right, let's seek help from Old Tang. He's knowledgeable, has many friends in the circle, and can help us inquire."

Chen Xinwan said irritably, "Stop depending on others. You need to take action yourself."

"Qiaoqiao's mom, am I that kind of person? If I ask Old Tang for help, I will absolutely be involved too, can't rely entirely on others."

Chen Xinwan laughed aloud, and Nan Qiao couldn't help but join in.

That "Qiaoqiao's mom" was just too funny.

"Qiaoqiao's dad, as long as you understand," Chen Xinwan said with a smile.

The previously somber atmosphere instantly lightened up, and everyone had smiles on their faces.

...

After Chen Xinwan and Bai Zhenyang left, Li Yehan came over with a bowl of homemade tomato and egg noodle soup.

Nan Qiao repeated the situation for Li Yehan to hear.

Once she finished speaking, Nan Qiao sat down happily to eat noodles.

Li Yehan looked over some files, and after he finished, looked at Nan Qiao who was eating noodles.

As calm as Nan Qiao was, it seemed like the matter wasn't troubling her or causing her distress.

Since Nan Qiao wasn't bothered, Li Yehan wasn't anxious either. He sat down across from her.

"The noodles are really tasty, Li Yehan, your culinary skills have improved."

"Aunt Feng made them. She feared you'd get poisoned eating my cooking and rushed to the kitchen to cook for you."

Nan Qiao: "..."

Liu Feng truly cared for her.

Li Yehan joked, "Actually, I'm not a kitchen disaster."

"Aunt Feng worries too much about me, it's not about you, don't read too much into it."

Li Yehan gently pinched her graceful nose, "I know, you and Aunt Feng are the real deal. I'm just an accident."

Nan Qiao laughed heartily, putting down her chopsticks.

"I can't eat anymore."

Li Yehan picked up the chopsticks and started eating Nan Qiao's leftovers.

"Are you hungry too?"

"Not really hungry, just afraid Aunt Feng might worry about your health."

Nan Qiao looked at the man who buried his head in eating noodles with surprise. She didn't expect him to be so considerate, thinking about such things.

Liu Feng always worried that Nan Qiao ate too little, and given Nan Qiao was quite slim, she cooked dishes to suit her tastes so she might eat a little more.

Today, she made a bowl of soup noodles, truly afraid she'd be hungry.

"I'll take the bowl down." Li Yehan walked out with the bowl.

Nan Qiao rested her chin on her hand, her bright eyes watching Li Yehan's departing figure.

Even leisurewear couldn't conceal his good physique.

Li Yehan walked a few steps, suddenly turned back, meeting Nan Qiao's appreciative gaze, and smiled.

"Do I look good?"

"Yes."

Li Yehan placed the bowl on the outside table, decided not to take it down, and would send a message later for a servant to clear it.

Li Yehan, now walking back in, took off his shirt, revealing his robust upper body.

His honey-toned skin, prominent abs, every inch of muscle exuded strength.

As Nan Qiao watched the captivating abs approach her, step by step, the distance narrowing.

In the end, her hand was right on those abs.

Emma?

How did her hand get there?

She didn't realize how her hand ended up there.

Li Yehan laughed softly, "Your hand is more honest than you."

Nan Qiao lightly smacked her own hand, "You must really be hungry."

Li Yehan: "..."

Li Yehan chuckled, holding onto her hand, "Aren't you hungry?"

Nan Qiao: "..."

Even when full, she could snack a bit more.

Thus, they ended up on the bed.

With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, the tension-filled man was close, Nan Qiao could hear his breathing clearly.

"You're still so sensitive."

His magnetic voice carried a hint of teasing, as he embraced her as if holding his whole world.

"Go easy…"

"Alright, everything as you wish."

Nan Qiao's cheeks burned, embarrassed she turned her face away, avoiding Li Yehan's fiery eyes.

"Li Yehan, you're really very hungry."

"You know me well."

The two exchanged a smile, and despite the hour, the night was pleasant.

...

Tang Helin helped Nan Qiao investigate the mysterious drug matter, but for now, there was no news.

Nan Shan visited Tang Helin and learned of this, thinking of someone.

"Old Tang, let me investigate this matter."

Tang Helin was quite surprised, Nan Shan had such connections?

"Nan Shan, how do you know about this? Are you asking someone to investigate for you?"

"I work at Hou Ze's place, know some people, and can inquire about them. They are familiar with people from both the underworld and the upper world, getting them to help shouldn't be a problem."

"Nan Shan, you've really impressed me. Your achievements nowadays are truly remarkable." Tang Helin only felt it was a miracle.

"Old Tang, please don't tease me. My current success wouldn't be possible without my mentor's guidance. My mentor never gave up on me, enabling me to achieve what I have now."

Nan Shan's humility and respect reassured Tang Helin even more.

...

Nan Shan left Tang Helin's house and headed nonstop to another location.

Standing outside a small door, Nan Shan knocked in a pattern, and soon the door opened, revealing a gap just big enough for one person.

A head peered out from inside, but as soon as they glanced outside, Nan Shan's large hand pinned their face back, pushing them in.

"Who are you!" came a muffled voice.

Nan Shan ignored it, dragging the person inside and closing the door.

"Stop yelling, it's me."

The person who'd been pinned quieted down, Nan Shan removed his hand, and the two met face-to-face.

"Brother Nan, it's you! You're finally here, I thought you weren't coming. Come, sit inside."

Nan Shan walked inside, "Has anyone come recently? How's the work going?"

"The work's going well, it's already on track. Brother Nan, rest assured, we definitely won't lag behind, we guarantee completion of the task."

Nan Shan stopped, "Well done, approach people as I told you. Remember, act natural, don't let them think you're approaching with a purpose, can you do it?"

"Brother Nan, isn't this task too demanding? Did those people dig up your ancestral graves or something?"

Nan Shan shot a cold glare, the subordinate quieted down.

"I'm just joking, just kidding with you, Brother Nan, calm down, don't be mad." The subordinate patted Nan Shan's arm, grinning sycophantically.

Nan Shan didn't bother with him, having much more important things to take care of.