From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love-Chapter 68 - Lying on Li Yehan’s Bed
Chapter 68: Chapter 68 Lying on Li Yehan’s Bed
Chapter 68 -68 Lying on Li Yehan’s Bed
Qiaoqiao watched as Li Yehan sat in the driver’s seat of the car, his sword-like eyebrows framing his high-bridged nose.
The thin lips that usually pressed together slightly lifted in a genuine smile when he saw her.
“Why are you here?” Qiaoqiao asked, curious.
Li Yehan replied, “If I’m not in the car, should I be outside it?”
Li Yehan stepped out of the car, grasped Qiaoqiao’s wrist, and pulled her into the seat beside him.
Li Yehan looked at Qiaoqiao beside him and helped her tidy the stray hairs on her forehead.
He had heard that Qiaoqiao had left the private room, so he had followed her out of Jin Jiang Hotel, planning to take her away.
He had not expected that when the driver brought the car around, he would see Qiaoqiao leaving with a cold expression.
Li Yehan’s gaze shifted to the mother-daughter pair standing at the entrance of Jin Jiang Hotel, a fleeting murderous intent passing through his eyes.
Qiaoqiao was in a very bad mood, and she did not want to return home carrying all her fatigue.
“Li Yehan, do you drink?
I’ll buy you a drink.”
“Okay.”
The car slowly drove away.
Liu Yanfang and Zhou Jingya chased after it, only to be left eating exhaust fumes.
Zhou Jingya couldn’t believe it, “That’s a Maybach that Qiaoqiao’s riding in, the kind that sells for five million dollars.”
How could Liu Yanfang not have noticed, “Relying on her pretty face, she goes around seducing men, that little harlot really knows how to play the game.”
Zhou Jingya said, “Mom, didn’t you say you had a way to deal with her?”
Liu Yanfang felt somewhat embarrassed, seeing Qiaoqiao had riled her up, making her focus on insulting her and forgetting the important matter.
Zhou Jingya asked, “Mom, the plan you mentioned, it wouldn’t be using the past fragile family connection to persuade her to turn back, would it?”
“We raised her for so many years, and she dares to ignore my words,” Liu Yanfang burst into anger.
Zhou Jingya was really fed up with how foolish Liu Yanfang was; she had never seen someone so incompetent.
“I have a wooden token in my hand, and I don’t know if it’s very important to her.
I haven’t had a chance to say, and she left,” Liu Yanfang said, filled with regret.
Zhou Jingya was taken aback, a wooden token?
“Mom, show me that wooden token.”
Liu Yanfang took the token out of her bag and handed it to Zhou Jingya, who looked it over repeatedly but couldn’t make heads or tails of it.
There were no names on the token, and the pattern just looked like a forest.
It seemed to be of no value, so Zhou Jingya put it in her bag.
“Mom, let’s go home first and think of another plan.
Later, I’ll talk to Brother Zhengyang and ask him to lend us some money.”
“Xiao Ya, you’re the most obedient and understanding, so much better than that little harlot.”
Zhou Jingya smiled without responding and went home with Liu Yanfang.
…
At the bridge, Qiaoqiao opened a bottle of beer and drank it gulp after gulp.
“Li Yehan, how can they bully me over and over again!
I appreciate that they raised me, and I’ve really given them enough face.”
Qiaoqiao finished a bottle in one go and reached for another.
Li Yehan caught her hand, “You can’t drink anymore, you’re drunk.”
“How could I be drunk, I can’t be drunk.
Mianmian, let go, let me do it,”
Li Yehan gave a wry smile—what were these words?
Let go of whom?
Let go of this bottle of beer?
While Li Yehan was pondering, Qiaoqiao had already downed half another bottle.
“I’ve already given them so much cooperation, I’ve given them so much money, why can’t they be satisfied?
I told them to investigate, but these people won’t investigate, they just come in front of me and shout, is it that they don’t believe I have the ability?”
Li Yehan replied, “They just don’t want to face their own incompetence.”
Qiaoqiao had a sudden realization and let out a sly laugh, “You’re too smart, really smart.”
Qiaoqiao reached out and draped her hand over Li Yehan’s neck.
Finding her arm a bit tired, she slurred, “Bend down, you’re too hard to hug.”
The lofty Li Yehan lowered his head to make it easier for Nan Qiao to wrap her arms around his neck.
Up close, looking at Li Yehan by her side, Nan Qiao giggled stupidly, “Handsome, you’re quite good-looking.”
Li Yehan: “…”
“So, do you like it?” Li Yehan seriously asked.
Nan Qiao chuckled with a “hehe”: “I like, who wouldn’t like such a handsome ‘little puppy’ like you.”
Nan Qiao moved in closer to Li Yehan’s thin lips, then followed his jawline and gradually shifted to his cheeks, gently planting a kiss.
The missed kiss on the lips left a wet one on the cheek.
Li Yehan’s eyes, cold as winter, were slowly melting into pools of spring water.
He turned to look at Nan Qiao beside him, the tipsy her, her eyes blurry, her cheeks flushed, cute enough to make one desire a kiss.
Nan Qiao whispered to him, “I’ll tell you a secret.”
Li Yehan: “Hmm?”
“Actually, I…
my name is Huai Xi.”
Li Yehan nodded: “I know.”
That day, Nan Qiao tried to cover up the design she was drawing, but Li Yehan saw it and pretended not to.
Later, the design Nan Qiao launched had many saying it resembled Huai Xi’s work.
That day Li Yehan knew that Nan Qiao had another alias, Huai Xi.
The drunken Nan Qiao frowned, “Then you definitely don’t know, I have another name.”
Li Yehan: “What is it?”
Nan Qiao said with a giggle, “It’s called…”
Li Yehan looked into Nan Qiao’s eyes with burning intensity, but she had fallen asleep on him.
Li Yehan looked at the can on the ground and asked the driver to take care of it.
He took off his coat and covered Nan Qiao with it, then carried her into the car.
The driver, having taken care of the can, sat in the driver’s seat.
“Mr.
Li, shall we go to your home or the Bai Family?”
Li Yehan looked at the girl lying on his lap, his thin lips slightly upturned: “To my home.”
He believed that Nan Qiao certainly wouldn’t want to return to the Bai Family in such a drunken state.
…
The car arrived at the villa where Li Yehan lived, and the driver parked it smoothly.
Li Yehan carried Nan Qiao out from the car, unsure if this position was comfortable for her.
Li Yehan adjusted her in his arms, lifting her up a bit more; holding a person, yet Li Yehan felt that Nan Qiao was very light, she was too thin.
The passing servants saw Li Yehan carrying a woman into the villa, more shocked than if they had seen a UFO.
Mr.
Li really does like women!
Li Yehan carried Nan Qiao all the way to his room, he didn’t like having people in his house.
At nightfall, no servant was allowed to be within his sight.
The villa he lived in was left to himself alone.
Nan Qiao lay on the bed, her expression somewhat uncomfortable.
Li Yehan bent down to undo the elastic from her hair.
Nan Qiao reached out, hooking her arm around Li Yehan’s neck.
Her arm pulled down, managing to embrace Li Yehan tightly.
The two were very close, close enough that if Li Yehan desired, he could lean in and kiss Nan Qiao’s red lips.
Li Yehan’s voice was hoarse, exerting extreme restraint on his unrealistic thoughts. freewebnoveℓ.com
His hands gently pried off Nan Qiao’s hands: “Qiaoqiao, do you know that you’re playing with fire?”
The drunk Nan Qiao thought someone was challenging her strength.
With a frown, she loved no one, pulled up Li Yehan’s hand, and with a turn, she pressed him down beneath her…
