From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love-Chapter 387: He Will Eventually Lose His Life!

Li Yehan opened the door and walked in, grabbed Li Tianhong’s arm, snatched the chair from his hand, and threw it aside with force.

"You want to hit her? Did you ask me first?" Li Yehan’s domineering presence filled the room.

Nan Qiao asked in surprise, "How did you get here so quickly?"

"I’ve had people following this matter all along. I knew you were in here, so I came immediately."

Li Yehan didn’t expect the person in the secret room to turn out to be Li Tianhong.

Li Tianhong being the one connected to Da Heiniu was beyond his imagination.

"Li Yehan!" Li Tianhong yelled angrily.

Li Yehan stood protectively beside Nan Qiao, his sharp gaze fixed on Li Tianhong. "What do you want from me? If you’re calling for me, let me tell you this—you can’t bully Qiaoqiao!"

Li Tianhong was so furious he nearly made himself sick.

Li Yehan held Nan Qiao’s hand. "Let me take you out first. I’ll handle this here."

Nan Qiao nodded. "Just be careful."

Li Yehan gave a soft "mmm," and Nan Qiao walked out.

She sent a message to Hou Ze—this was Jiang Linyu’s doing. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Jiang Linyu was after Moon Space One and wanted to claim it for herself.

But how did Jiang Linyu know about it?

Nan Qiao pondered this question, baffled.

Not long after, Li Yehan walked out from inside and left with Nan Qiao.

...

Sitting in the car, Li Yehan patiently helped Nan Qiao fasten her seatbelt.

"Li Yehan, how did you handle it?"

Li Yehan chuckled. "Called the cops."

Nan Qiao: ??

People say family scandals shouldn’t be aired publicly, but Li Yehan was different.

Wouldn’t this way of handling things completely enrage Li Tianhong?

"Li Yehan, aren’t you worried Grandpa Li will be angry if you do this?"

"Whether he gets angry or not is none of my concern. My concern is whether you’ll get hurt."

Nan Qiao looked at Li Yehan in shock, her expression softening into a smile. She reached out, held his face, and kissed him lightly.

"Li Yehan, I know you care about me, you care about how I feel."

"Since you know I care about you, why won’t you marry me?"

Nan Qiao released his face. "Can’t you pick something else to bring up? Why do you always insist on talking about marriage?"

Holding her phone and replying to messages, she continued, "We still need to focus on investigating Jiang Linyu. She seems to know more than I thought."

"I’ve already assigned people to keep an eye on her, but her phone’s surveillance is off-limits. Otherwise, we’d get quite a bit of insight."

Nan Qiao said, "We’ll have to take it slow."

Stretching lazily, Nan Qiao seemed somewhat tired.

Li Yehan, still driving, turned toward her and said, "Let’s head to my office first. There’s a massage chair there—you can lie down and rest properly."

Nan Qiao murmured an assent, and Li Yehan drove off.

...

Mo Shaolin went to see Li Xia and, upon seeing her injured, scarred legs, felt an ache unfold in his heart.

"Xiaxia, what happened to your legs? Who hurt you?"

"Brother Shaolin, just let it go. I don’t want to make things difficult for you..." Li Xia said, her eyes red, with a tear sliding down.

Li Xia hurriedly wiped away the tear, forcing herself to appear composed. "Brother Shaolin, I’m okay now. You don’t have to worry."

"You’re in this state—how could I not worry? Xiaxia, tell me the truth—what’s going on?"

Li Xia hesitated, looking troubled. "Actually... it wasn’t Huo Siyu’s fault. I really don’t know what she said to make Nan Qiao go so hard on me. Brother Shaolin, I almost died. I almost couldn’t see you again."

Mo Shaolin, hearing this, seemed less impulsive than before.

Nan Qiao taking revenge for Huo Siyu?

The focus of Mo Shaolin’s thoughts shifted—why would Nan Qiao seek revenge against Li Xia instead of him?

"Xiaxia, why would Nan Qiao take revenge on you? Did you do something to hurt Huo Siyu?"

Li Xia: "..."

Her eyes turned red as her voice choked. "Brother Shaolin, how could I do anything to hurt Huo Siyu? I didn’t do anything, and I don’t know why Nan Qiao would take revenge on me. Brother Shaolin, could they have misunderstood something and gone so hard on me because of it?"

Mo Shaolin suddenly recalled something—perhaps Huo Siyu knew the person he liked was Li Xia.

If Nan Qiao sought retaliation against Li Xia, could jealousy have prompted it?

Mo Shaolin added, "I’ll look into this. I’ll also approach Nan Qiao. If this truly turns out to be her fault, I’ll definitely make her come and apologize to you."

Li Xia, hearing these words, was deeply pleased.

What she wanted right now was for Nan Qiao to apologize to her!

"Brother Shaolin, let it be. I don’t want any conflict between you and my brother because of me. I’m hurt, but it’s nothing. If you argue with my brother, I’ll be terrified."

"Xiaxia, you’ve been harmed like this by Nan Qiao—I certainly need to confront her! Xiaxia, no one is allowed to hurt you!"

Mo Shaolin got up and stormed out, determined to seek justice for Li Xia.

Li Xia pretended to call out a few times. When she saw Mo Shaolin had left, she stopped calling and picked up an apple from the bedside to eat.

She couldn’t be happier to have someone fight on her behalf.

...

Mo Shaolin called Nan Qiao, but she didn’t pick up—she had fallen asleep on the massage chair.

Li Yehan noticed Nan Qiao’s phone vibrating, took it, and saw the call was from Mo Shaolin. He answered it.

Leaving the room, Li Yehan heard Mo Shaolin on the other end shouting, "Nan Qiao, where are you?"

The aggressive tone, as though seeking confrontation, irked Li Yehan.

"What do you want with Qiaoqiao? Mind your tone—is Qiaoqiao your enemy?" Li Yehan demanded coldly.

Mo Shaolin: "..."

"Nan Qiao’s at your office? I’m going over there!" Mo Shaolin responded.

"Whatever you want, direct it at me. Don’t trouble Qiaoqiao! Mo Shaolin, did Qiaoqiao commit arson at your home? The way you’re acting—ready to wield a knife?"

Mo Shaolin replied, "She hurt Xiaxia. Xiaxia’s still in the hospital bed, unable to walk. Li Yehan, even if you lavish care on Nan Qiao, you can’t ignore Xiaxia’s suffering!"

Li Yehan chuckled disdainfully. "Ignore Li Xia’s suffering? Mo Shaolin, let me clarify something—why should I care about Li Xia’s suffering? What does she have to do with me? Why do I care whether she lives or dies?"

Li Yehan’s frosty expression carried nothing but mockery as he held the phone boldly, exuding an unmistakable air of dominance.

The secretaries sitting across from him kept a cautious distance from his office yet still felt the chill in the air.

Aware they shouldn’t openly stare at Li Yehan, the secretaries kept their heads down, whispering among themselves.

At that moment, Nan Qiao walked out of the office.

She took the phone from Li Yehan’s hand and pulled him back into the office.

Nan Qiao addressed Mo Shaolin through the phone, saying, "Mo Shaolin, the reason Huo Siyu lost her baby is because of Li Xia. Her injuries are her own fault!"

Nan Qiao’s words left Mo Shaolin stunned.

How could that be?

Mo Shaolin couldn’t believe it. "Li Xia isn’t that kind of person... She’s innocent and kind. How could she possibly do such a thing?"

"Whether it’s true or not, investigate it yourself." Nan Qiao hung up furiously.

"That fool—he’ll end up losing his life sooner or later!" Nan Qiao hissed angrily.