From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love
Chapter 102: Almost Exposed Xiao Ma’s Alias

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Almost Exposed Xiao Ma’s Alias

Li Yehan sat in the car, parked on the road outside Nan Qiao’s company.

Secretary Zhao walked in, somewhat embarrassed as he said, "Mr. Li, Miss Nan Qiao left work a long time ago. I heard she even left an hour early."

Li Yehan smiled, a smile that made Secretary Zhao feel uneasy.

He sat in the driver’s seat, carefully saying, "Mr. Li, Miss Nan Qiao is gentle and timid, she must be feeling shy. Don’t worry, tomorrow you two will still be the closest of lovers."

Li Yehan leaned back in his seat, staring at the starry sky above, and frowned.

"Secretary Zhao, based on what you know about Qiaoqiao, what do you think she likes?"

Secretary Zhao was taken aback and blurted out, "Money."

Li Yehan raised an eyebrow, "Really? You seem to know my Qiaoqiao quite well."

Secretary Zhao, as if facing a great enemy, hurriedly explained, "Mr. Li, I’m not familiar with Miss Nan Qiao, I’m just stating the obvious. Miss Nan Qiao took advantage of the summer holiday to work at the company, clearly intending to make some money. Even the Bai Family’s financial support can’t quench her determination to earn her own."

Li Yehan pondered, "Qiaoqiao likes money, so I’ll send her money."

Secretary Zhao didn’t dare to say a word, thinking Miss Nan Qiao would definitely not accept a few sacks of money delivered by Li Yehan.

"Turn around and look for a subsidiary company to cooperate with Nan Qiao’s Company. Whatever type of partner she needs, that’s what you give her."

Secretary Zhao: "..."

Was this about stuffing money into Miss Nan Qiao’s wallet?

Secretary Zhao immediately said, "Mr. Li, there are indeed two fashion companies under our umbrella that we just acquired this month. It’s perfect to have them work with Miss Nan Qiao—our side only needs the minimum profits to ensure the company’s operation. All the money goes to Miss Nan Qiao."

Li Yehan frowned displeased, "What? Do you think I’m poor?"

Secretary Zhao, as if someone had choked his throat, awkwardly laughed, "Mr. Li, if you were poor, then nobody in this world would be considered wealthy."

Li Yehan: "The company cooperating with Qiaoqiao won’t earn a penny. They need funding, take it from my personal account."

Qiaoqiao liked money, so he would find various ways to give her money to spend.

Secretary Zhao envied that, wishing he could be a woman in his next life, a woman like Miss Nan Qiao.

If he were Nan Qiao, he would be winning without trying.

...

Nan Qiao drove to deal with another property matter, her master had given her a property, and she was there to collect the keys.

After handling it, she stepped outside only to bump into a hoodlum she had just beaten up.

Huang Mao, bolstered by the numbers today, said arrogantly, "That’s her, she beat us up into pig heads. Boss, you have to take revenge for us. Her hitting us is like showing you no respect."

She had just beaten them up in the afternoon, and now at 6:30 in the evening, she ran into them again?

They just collected a sum of money and dragged Huang Mao out of the hospital to lead the way.

Having just settled her business, she now saw Nan Qiao standing in the desolate parking lot.

The area was part of a newly developed real estate project, vast and sparsely populated.

The group of men eyed Nan Qiao’s delicate appearance, looking easy to bully.

Huang Mao pointed at Nan Qiao, "If you have any sense, kneel down and kowtow to apologize to us!"

Nan Qiao sized up Huang Mao, "I see you’re the sensible one. Why aren’t you kowtowing to your granny to apologize?"

The leading boss, attracted to the lovely Nan Qiao and her pale neck, really wanted to steal a kiss.

"What a sharp-tongued little girl. You don’t want to kowtow and apologize? Fine. If you let each of us have some fun, I’ll let you go."

With seven men standing before her, Nan Qiao couldn’t be bothered to waste words with them.

It had been a long time since she’d stretched her muscles, using these fools for practice was fine by her.

There were no surveillance cameras around, so there was no need to hold back.

As quick as a flash, Nan Qiao landed a punch that knocked out the leader’s front teeth and then kicked Huang Mao away.

Her right fist struck fiercely against another thug’s left cheek; she moved swiftly, making sure each punch hit its mark.

Someone pulled out a long knife from a car and swung it towards the back of Nan Qiao’s head.

Nan Qiao dodged fluidly, seizing the man’s wrist, took the knife, and slashed a cut across the man’s arm.

Her body shifted backward, delivering a slash with each step.

In no time, the ground was filled with the sounds of wails.

Just as Nan Qiao was about to leave, she saw a familiar car approaching.

Nan Qiao looked down at the thugs on the ground, her frigid gaze upon them as if looking at the dead.

"Later, if anyone asks, you were all fighting amongst yourselves!"

The gang leader was taken aback, "Why!"

Nan Qiao’s cold eyes fixed on him, "Want to die? Then, you can say so."

The man had never before seen such an indifferent gaze, treating them as if they were no more than objects.

He was panicked and frightened, managing only to nod repeatedly.

"But how should I explain this? Why would we big guys be fighting each other?"

Nan Qiao said, "Just say you coveted my beauty and turned on each other."

The gang leader: "..."

Fuck, this job was a loss that hit rock bottom!

Afraid the others might tell the truth, Nan Qiao stabbed silver needles into their pressure points, rendering them unable to speak.

When Li Yehan hurried over from the car, Nan Qiao pouted, which made Li Yehan’s heart ache terribly.

Li Yehan held her in his embrace, "Don’t be scared, it’s my fault for being late, I blame myself."

Nan Qiao looked up at Li Yehan’s handsome features, into his eyes filled with concern, gripping his arm, "Let’s leave, I’m really scared."

Secretary Zhao kicked an injured man’s arm, "What happened, daring to mess with our lady, seeking death!"

Remembering Nan Qiao’s warning, the man trembled as he spoke, "It’s their fault, coveting this lady’s beauty, they fought among themselves."

Nan Qiao was satisfied with his answer, her piercing stare almost made the man wish he were dead.

This lady really wasn’t someone to provoke!

Nan Qiao tugged on his sleeve, "I want to leave this place."

Li Yehan, with his arm around her shoulders, began to walk forward, then had Nan Qiao hand the car keys to Secretary Zhao to drive Nan Qiao’s car.

Of course, Li Yehan himself would personally drive Nan Qiao.

After watching Secretary Zhao leave, Nan Qiao finally breathed out in relief.

She took out her phone to quickly call Hou Ze to handle the aftermath; she couldn’t afford a slip-up now.

After sorting these matters, Nan Qiao looked up and was startled.

"Li Yehan, why are you looking at me like that?"

His gaze seemed to be appraising her, as if piercing into her soul.

Li Yehan’s deep eyes were filled with concern, "Why did you come here alone?"

Nan Qiao replied without hesitation, "My master bought some property here that I came to deal with."

As Li Yehan drove, he said, "Let’s get some food."

Nan Qiao didn’t respond; after all, she couldn’t skip this meal – she was starving.

After having a meal together, Li Yehan drove Nan Qiao back home.

After sending Nan Qiao away, the evening finally belonged to Li Yehan.

He drove to a desolate area in the outskirts, the evening breeze tousling his hair, his sharp eyes gleaming like blades.

Old Liu handed Li Yehan a baseball bat, and he took it, stepping towards the men in front of him.

These men were the very thugs Nan Qiao had beaten up.

The gang leader, terrified to the point of wetting himself, pleaded, "Big brother, we have no grievances, did you get the wrong people?"

Li Yehan, holding the baseball bat, looked at them with chilling eyes, "Bully my wife, and still talk of no grievances?"