From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love-Chapter 384 I Just Want to Love You Properly

Nan Qiao smiled and said, "Second Brother, there’s still a lot I don’t understand. You should go inside, I have other things to take care of."

"Little Sister, let me drive you."

"Second Brother, really, there’s no need. I’ll just get a taxi. It’s almost rush hour and the roads will definitely be packed."

Nan Qiao declined resolutely, giving Bai Jingyan no chance to persuade her. She scanned for a shared bike and rode away.

Nan Qiao cheerfully pedaled the bike and, at a turn, spotted a car parked by the roadside. It was incredibly familiar.

Li Yehan hadn’t left.

Nan Qiao rode over and knocked on the car window.

The window lowered, and the formerly stern-faced Li Yehan smiled.

"Qiaoqiao, you’re done with work."

Nan Qiao: "Why didn’t you leave? Didn’t Secretary Zhao say your morning was packed, plus you had meetings?"

"Ignore him. No matter how important the meetings are, they’re not as important as you. Qiaoqiao, you’re the most important person."

Nan Qiao: "..."

When it comes to sweet-talking, no one can outdo Li Yehan.

Especially when he’s making heartfelt declarations, his words are so effective that it’s impossible to stay angry with him.

Nan Qiao planted a foot on the ground to keep balance.

"Li Yehan, with how smooth you are, you should join a debate competition."

"Qiaoqiao, you really know me. Indeed, I’ve participated before."

Nan Qiao: "..."

"I don’t want to talk to you. You should focus on your work."

She pedaled away, but Li Yehan got out of the car and quickly caught up.

With his left arm around Nan Qiao’s waist, he lifted her off the bike, while his right hand steadied the bike to prevent it from toppling.

Nan Qiao, now in Li Yehan’s grasp, pushed him away, standing firmly on the ground: "Li Yehan, are you trying to scare me to death?"

Li Yehan leaned in and looked at her: "Qiaoqiao, I just want to love you properly."

Nan Qiao: "..."

...

The shared bike was gone, and Nan Qiao now sat in the passenger seat of Li Yehan’s car.

"Qiaoqiao, since you don’t have class today, why don’t you come to my office? I’ve asked Secretary Zhao to buy a lot of snacks and drinks. Whatever you want, I’ll have it purchased for you."

Thinking about the incident involving her elder brother’s office being bugged, Nan Qiao decided she needed to check out Li Yehan’s office as well.

Nan Qiao said nothing, but Li Yehan knew she had silently agreed. Driving off, he was in exceptionally high spirits.

As they entered together, the staff in the secretary’s office were stunned to see Nan Qiao walking alongside Li Yehan—his face filled with adoration while hers was icy.

"Is Mr. Li trying to woo Miss Nan Qiao?"

"Don’t say it, don’t even bring it up—he definitely is."

"All of you stop gossiping; aren’t you afraid of Mr. Li losing his temper?"

"Xiao Wei, calm down. Do you seriously prefer being Mr. Li’s secretary over receiving the kind of treatment Miss Nan Qiao gets?"

Xiao Wei quietly shook her head.

She didn’t. She didn’t deserve such extravagance.

...

Nan Qiao was seated in the workspace Li Yehan had prepared for her, which was none other than his own desk.

In addition to that, the desk was neatly stocked with snacks and drinks.

"Li Yehan, do you think I’m a pig?" There was so much food she wouldn’t finish it all in a week.

"Take what you like and eat it. Leave what you don’t want, and Secretary Zhao will handle the rest," Li Yehan said indulgently.

"Forget the snacks, but isn’t it inappropriate for me to sit in your office chair? If any employees come in, it’d be far too awkward."

"Qiaoqiao, as long as you’re not embarrassed, anyone who feels awkward is their own problem. You’re welcome to sit in my seat anytime. My desk is better suited for your work, and the chair is custom-made—it’s comfortable to sit on. I’ve also ordered a chair for you, but it’s not ready yet."

Nan Qiao was somewhat surprised—had Li Yehan actually ordered a bespoke office chair for her?

"Li Yehan, you don’t need to order me a chair. I’ll sit wherever."

Li Yehan leaned against the desk and looked down at Nan Qiao’s radiant face: "Qiaoqiao, everything I have is yours."

Nan Qiao didn’t reply, knowing full well how adept Li Yehan was at weaving charming words.

"You should get back to work—I need to start working too."

Li Yehan smiled without speaking, then moved to handle his tasks.

He opened his computer, logged into a chat platform, and prepared to work. This afternoon he still needed to contact some people to investigate who was after Moon Space One.

Hou Ze messaged him: "Boss, we’ve found the middleman who approached Da Heiniu. He’s a renowned broker in the black market. Only by tracking him can we discover who the buyer is."

Nan Qiao responded: "Where is he?"

"These next couple of days at 5 p.m., he’ll be drinking at a bar. Boss, if you confront him directly, he wouldn’t dare disobey you."

"Alright, I’ll go then."

Nan Qiao returned to attending to her other tasks.

She looked up and saw Li Yehan working at the desk opposite hers.

Beneath his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes was a prominent nose that carried an intimidating presence.

When Li Yehan didn’t smile, his severe demeanor made him seem unapproachable.

Nan Qiao lowered her head again and focused on her work.

At that moment, Li Yehan, sitting opposite, looked up at Nan Qiao completely absorbed in her task, his gaze filled with indulgence.

Li Yehan took out his phone, muted it, and snapped a picture of Nan Qiao.

All he captured was her downward posture, obscuring her full face.

Li Yehan posted the photo to his social feed, captioning it: "Working together in the future too ❤."

The post garnered a handful of comments from the limited contacts in his WeChat circle, which consisted mainly of family and close friends.

He didn’t have many relatives, but there were a few friends who chimed in.

Mo Shaolin: As if! You’re so high and mighty now that you have a girlfriend. Congratulations on being superior.

Old Mr. Li: Oh my, my grandson’s wife! Don’t let her overwork herself.

Old Mr. Li: You brat, so you’ve got a girlfriend now? Why didn’t you say anything sooner? I’ve been wasting my efforts trying to find you matches!

This post ended up being seen by the wrong person.

Li Xia lay on a hospital bed, surrounded by tight security.

Li Xia hadn’t died but was severely injured.

Her brain had suffered oxygen deprivation, and six deep gashes adorned her legs. Now unable to move, she was caught between despair and hatred.

All because of Nan Qiao!

It was Nan Qiao who had made her life worse than death!

Li Xia furiously slammed her pillow but accidentally struck her injured leg, making her scream in agony.

Just then, Jiang Linyu walked in, shouting, "Xiaxia, did you bring a dog? What’s with all the howling? How could you let a dog into the hospital room?"

Li Xia: "..."

She suddenly fell silent.

Jiang Linyu scanned the room but saw no trace of a dog. She continued, "Is it hiding under the bed, perhaps? Xiaxia, even if you love dogs, there needs to be a limit."

Through gritted teeth, Li Xia replied, "Mom, I didn’t bring a dog to the ward."

Jiang Linyu: "???"

Seeing the situation unfold, Jiang Linyu frowned deeply.

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Li Xia weakly replied, "It’s not improving. That wretch Nan Qiao must’ve smeared something toxic on the blade—I can’t stop itching. I can’t scratch or pick at it, so I have to endure it. Mom, I really want to kill Nan Qiao right now!"

Li Xia, now confined to bed, couldn’t stand or sit properly, leaving her unable to take care of herself.

Just moments earlier, her caregiver had gone to eat, and Li Xia couldn’t hold back, wetting the bed—her days were worse than death.

Living like this was sheer torture!