From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love-Chapter 407: Find a Comfortable Position and Keep Lying Down

Chapter 407: Chapter 407: Find a Comfortable Position and Keep Lying Down

Nie Xinzhu found Ren Yongshi, and said anxiously, "Ah Shi, what should I do? I was taken by the police to make a statement, it scared me to death. Who exactly is this Nan Qiao? How can she be so capable? The process of me buying clothes was even posted online. Although they used mosaic to hide my face, it doesn’t guarantee I won’t be discovered!"

Ren Yongshi handed her a glass of water and said calmly, "Why panic over such a small matter? You’re sitting here perfectly fine, not locked up, right?"

"I’m scared!"

"No need to be scared. I’ve signed you up for a tour group. You’ll leave to lay low for a while; don’t worry."

Nie Xinzhu finally let out a sigh of relief and was quickly sent away.

As Ren Yongshi was thinking about how to prevent Nan Qiao from treating Old Lu’s illness, she suddenly received a call from Lu Zhengyang.

"Grandpa doesn’t want to see me. He kicked me out. I went with my dad, and we both got kicked out."

Ren Yongshi panicked. "That old geezer! You’re his biological grandson; how could he treat you like this?"

"Mom, do you think he found out something?"

"Impossible," Ren Yongshi said decisively.

She then added, "Don’t worry yet. I’ll find someone to investigate whether the old geezer knows about this. If we can’t get the shares in his hands, how can we establish ourselves in this family?"

"Mom, why don’t you ask that person for help? Back then, she helped you win over my dad and live a life of luxury. I’m sure she has a way to help us now."

"Lu Zhengyang, don’t ever mention that again. If someone overhears, we’re finished!"

Lu Zhengyang didn’t dare to speak further and could only shift the topic. "Mom, I’ll wait for your good news."

"Zhengyang, how are things progressing with Chen Man?"

"Mom, her family went bankrupt."

"What!" Ren Yongshi was exasperated and furious.

Lu Zhengyang had approached Zhou Jingya, but Zhou Jingya died.

He had approached Deng Bingying and was about to win her over, but Nan Qiao put an end to the relationship with just one sentence.

Now he went after Chen Man, and Chen Man’s family went bankrupt.

Ren Yongshi held back her anger and said bitterly, "Zhengyang, you have nothing to do tomorrow. Go to Leiyin Temple and take a look."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Zhengyang was left holding his phone, with a livid expression on his face.

Why did it feel like he was a walking disaster? Whoever he got involved with seemed doomed—either death or bankruptcy.

...

Li Yehan came to pick up Nan Qiao from work, but she was still in the office sketching designs.

There were too many orders, and she had to ensure the company’s smooth operation.

Li Yehan walked in and saw Nan Qiao working on a wedding dress design. His eyes lit up.

Sitting beside Nan Qiao, he smirked mischievously, "Qiaoqiao, you’re designing wedding dresses for others. When will you design one for yourself?"

Nan Qiao turned her head as Li Yehan placed the supper he had bought on the table.

"Eat something first, then continue sketching later."

Nan Qiao put down her pen, and Li Yehan held her hand, guiding her to another table to eat.

Li Yehan handed her the takeout box. "I got you some barbecue. The skewers have been removed, so it’s easier for you to eat with chopsticks."

"Li Yehan, you’re so considerate."

Nan Qiao picked up a piece of lamb kebab with chopsticks and held it to Li Yehan’s mouth. He opened his mouth to eat.

Today’s lamb kebab tasted better than ever.

"This recent incident has boosted sales of our clothes. There are so many new orders that we’re working overtime on designs. Our newly launched wedding dress series is still my responsibility. If I don’t finish the sketches, I can’t leave work today."

"Qiaoqiao, you don’t need to push yourself so hard," Li Yehan said, his heart aching as he looked at her.

"Li Yehan, you don’t understand. I used to live a life without money. Later, I decided I would work hard to earn money and never miss any opportunity to make it."

Who would have thought that she would turn into the daughter of the richest man overnight?

No matter how much money her family gave her, it never felt as empowering as the money she earned herself.

Seeing how hard she worked, Li Yehan took out a napkin and helped her wipe her mouth.

"Qiaoqiao, you don’t have to work this hard. I’m still earning money. I’ll give everything I earn to you."

Nan Qiao put down her chopsticks. "That won’t do. I still prefer making money myself."

Li Yehan, helpless, watched as Nan Qiao stopped eating and started to stand up to leave. He pulled her back.

Nan Qiao was drawn into his arms. "Qiaoqiao, you’re too tired—you need rest."

Both business-savvy, Li Yehan understood Nan Qiao’s hands-on nature but didn’t want her to exhaust herself like this.

He figured that in this household, it was enough for him to bear the burden alone. He didn’t want his Qiaoqiao to be worn out.

Nan Qiao adjusted to a comfortable position in his embrace and continued lying there.

"Let me finish the last two design sketches, and then we’ll head home together, okay?"

Using her charm, even Li Yehan couldn’t refuse.

"Alright, finish your work first, and I’ll stay here with you. Once you’re done, we’ll leave together."

Nan Qiao softly murmured her agreement and buried herself back in sketching.

Li Yehan pulled out his phone and started responding to messages. Each worked on their own, without disturbing each other.

...

When Li Yehan finished his tasks and looked up, he saw Nan Qiao asleep at her desk.

Feeling sorry for her, he shook his head and walked over to pick her up.

The high-intensity workload had left Nan Qiao without proper rest.

Carried in Li Yehan’s arms, she didn’t wake up.

Walking out of the office with her, Li Yehan encountered Deng Bingying, who was still discussing design sketches with the other designers.

Seeing Li Yehan carrying Nan Qiao out, Deng Bingying finally got a clear look at his face.

It was a devastatingly handsome face, with sharp, perfect features—beneath his sword-like brows were piercing, elongated eyes.

When Li Yehan’s gaze fell upon her, Deng Bingying instantly felt an overwhelming sense of pressure crushing down on her, leaving her breathless.

"Qiaoqiao is asleep. I’m taking her home to rest," Li Yehan said in a deep, indifferent voice, exuding a commanding presence.

Matching his gaze, Deng Bingying felt her breath hitch.

South Qiao murmured an icy remark with aristocratic poise, leaving no room for replies.

Before Deng Bingying could say anything, Li Yehan had already left with Nan Qiao in his arms.

The two designers accompanying Deng Bingying were also intimidated by Li Yehan’s potent aura.

The man seemed like a graceful leopard prowling the plains—someone you could admire from afar but dared not approach, lest you risk your life.

One designer remarked, "Previously, I’d wondered what kind of perfect man could possibly match Mr. Qiao. After seeing him today, I’ve got a complete picture—this man must be her ideal match."

"I agree! He’s so incredibly handsome. His flawless features, his tender care for Mr. Qiao, yet cold as ice toward others—it’s enviable how lucky Mr. Qiao is to have a man completely devoted to her."

Deng Bingying smiled. "If he weren’t so perfect, how could he be worthy of Mr. Qiao? I also think the two of them are an impeccable pair."

"Alright, enough chatter. Let’s focus on our work. Mr. Qiao has already worked so hard sketching designs for us—we need to wrap this up on time."

Saying this, Deng Bingying walked into the office to retrieve Nan Qiao’s completed sketches.