From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love
Chapter 103: I’ll Sleep at Your Place Tonight

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: I’ll Sleep at Your Place Tonight

Several henchmen knelt on the ground, looking around at a group of people with murderous intent in their eyes, trembling with fear.

They could clearly sense that this group was not made up of ordinary thugs, but resembled mercenaries.

Li Yehan struck a man’s injured arm with a stick, his eyes ticked upward with a lift at the corner.

The man howled in pain yet didn’t forget to defend himself.

"We didn’t even touch her finger, she’s really too strong..."

The man clutched his arm, realizing that Li Yehan seemed unaware of Nan Qiao’s true character and was being kept in the dark.

"We really didn’t hurt her; instead, she beat us into pig heads! If you don’t believe it, you can take a look at us; we are all bruised!"

Li Yehan was unimpressed, "So what? Should she be the one who’s injured?"

"We got beaten so miserably! Her martial arts are excellent, she must be from a family of practitioners!"

"I have never seen such a formidable woman; she’s a tigress!"

Li Yehan gave a chilly glance and kicked the man’s face, stepping on his mouth.

The man fell to the ground with Li Yehan’s sole covering his mouth, clearly not wanting to let him speak again.

Was he KO’d just for telling the truth?

He still thought of Nan Qiao as a tigress, but Li Yehan was a devil!

Two opposites can’t come from the same bed; neither member of this couple was easy to bully!

Another henchman kneeling next to him was scared and explained, "We really didn’t harm your wife at all, instead, we were the ones who got beaten into this sorry state."

Li Yehan: "How so? Do you feel wronged? Shouldn’t you be beaten?"

"Indeed, we should be beaten. Madam’s beating was wonderful and masterful; she made us squeal!"

"Yes, we deserve to be beaten. I just love being beaten by your wife."

Li Yehan: "..."

A bunch of trash.

Seeing that they hadn’t really hurt Nan Qiao, Li Yehan threw the baseball bat aside and took his shoe off the henchman’s mouth.

Old Liu stood to the side and asked respectfully, "Should we kill them?"

The henchmen: !!

They had already admitted their mistakes; couldn’t they be spared?

Li Yehan: "Qiaoqiao seems not to like me being too brutal. I should hold back. Just let them catch their breath and deal with the rest as you see fit."

Li Yehan left, and the henchmen cried for their parents, howling in agony.

...

Li Yehan came to Nan Qiao’s room with late-night fried chicken and beer.

Nan Qiao, after showering, came out and found Li Yehan sitting in a chair, watching her with eyes brimming with indulgence.

"Li Yehan, why are you here?"

Nan Qiao was sure that Li Yehan had not arrived in her room through regular means.

After all... Li Yehan had left his shoes on the outer windowsill, wearing a pair of seemingly cheap slippers on his feet.

"Did you climb over the wall?" Nan Qiao was shocked.

Li Yehan smiled and nodded, opened the box, and the aroma of fried chicken tantalized Nan Qiao’s taste buds, making her want to indulge immediately.

"Li Yehan, did you do this on purpose?" Nan Qiao looked at the tempting fried chicken, and her body honestly moved towards it.

Honey mustard sauce, sweet chili sauce, plum powder, among other flavors, looked inviting and the smell of fried chicken made Nan Qiao want to pick up a piece and start eating right away.

"I heard this place makes delicious fried chicken, have a taste."

Li Yehan pulled Nan Qiao’s right hand over, put a disposable glove on her, and placed a piece of chicken coated in sweet chili sauce in her hand.

Nan Qiao didn’t stand on ceremony with Li Yehan and took a bite. It was tender, juicy, mixed with a spicy flavor; she relished a chicken drumstick.

Seeing that she enjoyed it, Li Yehan poured her a glass of cold beer.

The two of them ate and drank beer as if they were good friends who hadn’t seen each other in many years.

As Nan Qiao was eating a chicken leg, her cell phone rang. She opened it to see the contents and almost lost her appetite for the fried chicken.

Hou Ze: Boss, those thugs have been taken away! Could it be Li Yehan? Could they spill the beans about your martial arts skills?

He wanted to ask even more: Boss, is your undercover identity still intact?

Nan Qiao looked up, and Li Yehan was watching her.

"What’s the matter?"

Nan Qiao smiled, "Nothing, just spam."

Nan Qiao took off her gloves and took a sip of the cold beer, feeling utterly refreshed.

"Li Yehan, those punks we ran into today, did you have someone deal with them?"

Li Yehan looked at her meaningfully, "How did you know? Qiaoqiao, I never expected you to understand me so well."

Nan Qiao: "..."

"According to the way you handle things, you definitely wouldn’t let them off easily."

Li Yehan gave a devilish smile, and his handsome face looked more charming than ever.

"Qiaoqiao, the person who understands me best is definitely you."

By saying this, Li Yehan indirectly admitted it.

Nan Qiao asked again, "Didn’t you check their backgrounds?"

Li Yehan was pouring wine with his head down, not even needing to look up to know the true meaning behind Nan Qiao’s words.

"I didn’t ask."

Li Yehan looked up at Nan Qiao, "You said they had ill intentions when they saw you, didn’t you? Qiaoqiao, I’ll of course believe what you say."

Nan Qiao’s face froze for a second, somewhat unable to believe that Li Yehan would just take her word for it.

Could Li Yehan be deceiving her?

According to Li Yehan’s way of doing things, he definitely wouldn’t easily trust what anyone said.

Nan Qiao wanted to ask more, but Li Yehan said, "I came to eat late-night snacks with you, and so far, those handling the matter haven’t called me."

Nan Qiao didn’t ask any further, for it would seem like she was admitting guilt.

The two of them finished their late-night meal, satisfied and full. Li Yehan cleaned up the table and wiped it down again.

Nan Qiao watched him tidy up the house skillfully and became curious.

"I didn’t expect you to know how to clean up. Can you cook as well?"

Li Yehan wiped his hands, "Yes, my mom said men who can’t cook or do housework won’t easily find a partner."

Nan Qiao was about to ask if Tianhong could cook too.

Li Yehan spoke frankly, "Tianhong can cook, too; he makes excellent dishes. But after he found out my mother had a talent for business and was overshadowing him, he changed."

Li Yehan’s gaze was warm as he looked at Nan Qiao and said fondly, "Qiaoqiao, you can have any talent, and I won’t change. No matter how strong you are, I won’t change."

Nan Qiao felt bashful under his gaze and lowered her head.

"When are you leaving?" Nan Qiao pointed at the clock on the wall.

It was nine o’clock. If he didn’t leave now, was he planning to stay the night?

Li Yehan picked up a bag by the window, "I brought a set of my loungewear, so don’t worry about me."

Nan Qiao: "..."

She wasn’t worried about Li Yehan; she was trying to get him to leave!

"Li Yehan, it’s not proper for a man and a woman to be alone together like this, you should hurry up and go."

Nan Qiao stood by the window, gesturing for him to leave.

Li Yehan walked over with a heavy smile, and in one move, wrapped his arms around Nan Qiao’s waist: "What if I say, I want to sleep over at your place tonight."