From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love
Chapter 114: Shall We Try Again?

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: Shall We Try Again?

Nan Qiao’s soft curves pressed tightly against Li Yehan’s body, allowing him to feel her distinctly.

A warmth flared in Li Yehan’s eyes; every movement and glance from Nan Qiao seduced him as his gaze grew increasingly ambiguous.

He cradled the back of her head, forcing her to look at him, his eyes burning with passion and desire.

Nan Qiao wanted to retreat, but Li Yehan kissed her more intensely, biting her lower lip.

Nan Qiao winced in pain, unable to dodge any longer as Li Yehan made his entrance. The red lipstick on her lips disappeared completely...

Li Yehan’s gaze remained fixed on Nan Qiao’s delicate face, his burning eyes riveted on her, brimming with interest as he said in a raspy and suggestive voice, "Got used to it yet?"

"..."

Nan Qiao hadn’t expected this man to know her every thought.

Li Yehan pinched her chin gently, looking at her with amusing interest, "Want to try again?"

Nan Qiao’s knee moved upward, making no impact...

Li Yehan was too strong; Nan Qiao was nearly devoured entirely.

Thud thud, someone knocked on the glass.

Nan Qiao panicked, why would someone come at this time?

Could it be the car shaking from her struggle to escape?

Nan Qiao: !!!

Li Yehan remained still, unwavering on top of her.

Nan Qiao pounded on his chest, "Get up, someone’s coming."

Her eyes were full of urgency, and Li Yehan smiled, amused, "Scared already?"

"Li Yehan, this is a parking lot. Do you want to broadcast live?" Nan Qiao ground her teeth, wishing she could bite him to pieces.

Li Yehan slowly got up from her and settled back into his own seat.

Nan Qiao quickly sat up, and Li Yehan considerately adjusted the seat to make it easier for her to sit.

Li Yehan rolled down the window, revealing only a small gap.

The person standing outside sent Nan Qiao into a further state of disarray.

Li Yehan ceased the window-lowering action, his handsome face strikingly cold.

"Why have you stopped here? This is our boss’s parking space; please move your car. Our boss is coming soon."

Li Yehan raised an eyebrow, "Your boss?"

"Yes! Sir, you’d better move your car quickly," Rong Yan kindly advised.

What if Mr. Qiao arrived and found no parking space?

This was his livelihood; he must consider everything for her.

Li Yehan glanced sideways, noticing Nan Qiao putting on a mask.

He fully lowered the window, and Rong Yan, seeing Nan Qiao with a mask in the passenger seat, was utterly stunned.

"Mr. Qiao, you’re in the car too!"

Nan Qiao: !!!

Li Yehan, this damn bastard! So canine!

Nan Qiao awkwardly waved her hand, "Good morning, Rong Yan."

Nan Qiao’s left hand stealthily reached out to Li Yehan’s waist, pinching him fiercely.

Damn, he’s so solid; she couldn’t make him budge.

Nan Qiao: "I want to get out."

Li Yehan unlocked it, the door opened, and Nan Qiao walked out from inside.

Li Yehan also got out of the car, standing in front of Rong Yan, who was one meter eighty tall, towering over him by a head.

Rong Yan looked up at him with only one thought, "This man is so tall!"

Li Yehan spoke up, "I brought Qiaoqiao to work, hence why I’m parked in her spot."

Rong Yan nodded repeatedly; what wasn’t there to understand? This man was Mr. Qiao’s boyfriend!

Nan Qiao: "Rong Yan, let’s get to work."

Nan Qiao didn’t look back as she walked ahead, while Rong Yan waved to Li Yehan and quickly caught up with Nan Qiao’s pace.

Rong Yan trotted and said, "Mr. Qiao, I won’t talk about today’s matter to anyone else, you can rest assured."

Nan Qiao: "..."

"What are you talking about?" asked Nan Qiao, stopping in her tracks.

Scratching his head awkwardly, Rong Yan said, "Mr. Qiao, I know he’s your boyfriend. There’s no shame in dating, and your boyfriend is both handsome and rich, a perfect match for you."

Nan Qiao: "..."

"Rong Yan, the design sketches I asked you to draw, have they all been completed?"

Scratching his head again, Rong Yan replied, "Not yet, Mr. Qiao."

Without another word, Nan Qiao quickly walked to her office, went into the small private washroom inside, and saw her ruined makeup, especially on her lips—too conspicuous.

Ambiguous memories came flooding back, and as Nan Qiao recalled what had happened in the car, her cheeks reddened.

Rong Yan arrived at the office, and Xiao Ma pulled him aside, "Rong Yan, I think I just saw Mr. Qiao coming out of a Bentley, that’s not Mr. Qiao’s car, is it?"

Rong Yan didn’t like Xiao Ma much; he used to follow Liang Zhiyuan, and after Liang Zhiyuan’s downfall, Xiao Ma had become much less noticeable.

Although he seemed to be speaking to him, everyone nearby could hear what he said.

Was this meant for everyone to hear?

Trying to cause misunderstandings about Nan Qiao?

Rong Yan stood up straight and spoke bluntly, "If it’s not Mr. Qiao’s car, can it not belong to someone else? Who do you look down upon? Mr. Qiao is so outstanding, what’s a Bentley to her?"

Xiao Ma laughed and asked, "Is it Mr. Qiao’s boyfriend?"

"It’s none of your business. You’re gossiping instead of working during work hours. If Mr. Qiao sees this, do you still want your job?"

Ignoring Xiao Ma, Rong Yan went to his desk to start sketching.

Xiao Ma, displeased, pouted and went to his own workstation.

Zhou Jingya spiced up the story of what happened at the gallery and told Liu Yanfang, who became very angry.

"This Nan Qiao, as soon as she left our family, she thinks we never took care of her? She meets a few wealthy men and then kicks you out of the gallery, who does she think she is!"

"Mom, don’t get upset over Nan Qiao and harm your health; it’s not worth it."

Liu Yanfang patted Zhou Jingya’s hand affectionately, "Xiao Ya, you’re the one who cares most about me. I will definitely avenge you for Nan Qiao’s actions."

"Thank you, mom. You’re so good to me."

"Silly girl, you are my own daughter. If I’m not good to you, who would I be good to?"

Mother and daughter, full of mutual care.

Liu Yanfang remembered something and said to Zhou Jingya, "Xiao Ya, I need to go to the hospital, my medical report is out."

"Mom, weren’t you having a headache today? You rest at home, I’ll go get the report for you."

"Xiao Ya, you’re so considerate. Lucky I found you again. Relying on Nan Qiao, I wouldn’t even be able to get a sip of cold water."

Zhou Jingya smiled broadly, said a few more kind words, and then left home to go to the hospital.

She got the medical report as Liu Yanfang had instructed.

Dr. Xie handed Zhou Jingya another report: "This is your father’s, take it home with you."

"Okay, thank you, Doctor," Zhou Jingya replied, taking it from him.

Walking through the hospital, Zhou Jingya suddenly stopped.

"My dad never had a check-up, why is there a report? What’s actually inside?"

Zhou Jingya found a secluded spot, opened the envelope, and took out several sheets of paper.

The black and white text was very clear.

The last line of words made Zhou Jingya’s hand tremble, causing the sheets to drop to the ground.

"How is this possible, how could this be..."

Zhou Jingya hastily picked up the papers, grateful they weren’t dirtied.

She stuffed the papers back into the envelope, frantically pacing.