From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love
Chapter 119: Do You Want to Embarrass Qiaoqiao?

Chapter 119: Chapter 119: Do You Want to Embarrass Qiaoqiao?

Bai Yurou had thought Nan Qiao would envy her, that Li Yehan would glance at her, but she miscalculated.

Nan Qiao’s gaze was as indifferent as water, showing not a hint of unusual emotion.

As for Li Yehan, there was no need to mention him. His eyes from start to finish never fell on Bai Yurou, as if she were air.

Bai Yurou didn’t receive any praise or envy here, and she felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Nan Qiao didn’t pay much attention to Bai Yurou’s expression and asked Li Yehan when he was leaving.

"It’s getting late, and don’t you have matters to attend to? You should head back first."

Bai Yurou: ?

Nan Qiao actually spoke up to send Li Yehan away? Wasn’t she afraid that Li Yehan would get angry?

Chen Xinwan and Bai Zhenyang also knew about Li Yehan’s temperament and hadn’t expected him not to get angry, but instead, he looked at Nan Qiao with a face full of indulgence.

"Okay, you should rest early too."

Everyone: "..."

That’s it?

Li Yehan had no temper at all in front of Nan Qiao.

Li Yehan said goodbye to Bai Zhenyang and Chen Xinwan and left the Bai Family.

But Bai Yurou felt that Nan Qiao’s behavior was a bit impolite: "Sister, isn’t it a bit rude to send someone away like that?"

Nan Qiao didn’t think so: "What’s rude about it? I’m tired from coming back, and our parents are tired too. Everyone is so tired, why should we sit here and force conversation? It’s also quite late, sleep is more important."

Bai Zhenyang and Chen Xinwan exchanged glances, looking at their beloved daughter with eyes full of affection.

Qiaoqiao was too clever!

It was already half past ten, and they had to be busy with work the next day.

According to their usual schedule, they would have been getting ready for bed by now.

Today, they waited here for so long just to see Nan Qiao return.

Bai Zhenyang said with a smile: "Qiaoqiao, you should go rest now."

Chen Xinwan: "Qiaoqiao, take a hot bath and have a beauty sleep. Come to the shop tomorrow, and I’ll arrange for someone to do some treatments for you."

At first, Chen Xinwan wanted to bring Nan Qiao over but was afraid she might be too eager and Qiaoqiao wouldn’t accept it.

Now that their relationship had progressed further, mother and daughter could go shopping together and buy, buy, buy—beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Nan Qiao nodded with a smile: "Dad and Mom, you should go to bed early too."

Chen Xinwan stood up with a smile: "I’m also tired, it’s time for me to go to sleep."

Chen Xinwan turned around and said: "Yurou, you should go to bed early too. Don’t overwork yourself, what would you do if you hurt your health?"

Bai Yurou forced a smile: "Mom, I’ll take care of myself. You all rest first, I’ll go up after drinking some water."

Nan Qiao took the elevator to her room, and Chen Xinwan and Bai Zhenyang, tired themselves, also took the elevator upstairs.

As for Bai Yurou, she said she wasn’t tired and wanted to drink some water before going up, sitting alone on the sofa.

Mrs. Fang came out with brewed tea and fresh juice; only Bai Yurou was left in the living room.

"Fourth Miss, where is everyone? Where is Mr. Li?"

"He was sent away by my sister."

Mrs. Fang’s eyes widened, unable to believe that Nan Qiao, that bumpkin, could pull off such a thing.

Mrs. Fang sat down, incredulous: "Fourth Miss, what are you saying? That bumpkin sent Mr. Li away? Does she realize who Mr. Li is? Mr. Li is really giving her face, and she doesn’t even know her own weight."

Mrs. Fang handed Bai Yurou a glass of orange juice: "Fourth Miss, drink some juice to get some vitamins. That bumpkin also wanted to drink pomegranate juice, does she even deserve it? Fourth Miss, all these juices are for you."

Bai Yurou couldn’t drink it, glaring at Mrs. Fang with displeasure: "What do you mean, Mrs. Fang? She doesn’t drink it so you let me? Are you looking down on me too?"

Mrs. Fang: "..."

She hadn’t said anything offensive, had she?

Mrs. Fang felt wronged and speechless: "Fourth Miss, I was just suggesting you drink more juice. I didn’t mean anything else."

Bai Yurou abruptly stood up, glaring unhappily at Mrs. Fang: "Since it’s so replenishing, why don’t you drink all this juice!"

Mrs. Fang: ??

She felt Bai Yurou must be ill, needlessly throwing a tantrum for no reason!

Mrs. Fang, with her insignificant influence, couldn’t muster a retort under Bai Yurou’s angry scolding, so she could only hold her cup and down two glasses of orange juice, one sip after another.

She held the pomegranate juice and said carefully, "Fourth Miss, I’d rather not drink the pomegranate juice."

The pomegranate used for the juice wasn’t very fresh, as it was originally prepared for Nan Qiao to drink.

Nan Qiao wouldn’t drink it, so now she had to?

Mrs. Fang’s face was filled with bitterness: "Fourth Miss, I’m full."

"You said it was very nutritious, didn’t you? If you don’t drink it, you’re not giving me face!"

Bai Yurou’s forcefulness left Mrs. Fang with no room to argue, and she finished two glasses of pomegranate juice.

Bai Yurou gloated over the compliant Mrs. Fang, feeling a sense of relief and comfort as she let off steam.

...

After taking a bath, Nan Qiao’s phone rang.

The caller was Old Mr. Tang from the Tang Family.

"Qiaoqiao, don’t forget about the matter I told you about. The day after tomorrow at ten-thirty in the morning, you need to be a judge at the hospital. But don’t worry, I know you like to keep a low profile; I’ve spoken to the dean. You can just watch the live stream, no need to be there in person," he said.

"Thank you, Grandpa Tang."

"You silly girl, don’t be so formal with me. The clothes you sent fit me perfectly."

"It’s great that you like them, Master."

Old Mr. Tang laughed happily: "Qiaoqiao, come back when you have time. My new research has made a breakthrough; don’t forget to visit."

"Master, I’ll come back after I finish up with work here," she promised.

"Ah, your master is looking forward to your return. It’s getting late; you should rest early."

After ending the call, Nan Qiao dried her hair and settled down on the sofa to handle some business for a while.

By the time she was done, it was already midnight, and she fell asleep in bed.

...

Li Yehan returned home, and Old Mr. Li had come.

He sat in the living room, looking utterly dejected.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked up with a slightly muddled gaze.

Li Yehan knew that something was about to happen.

He walked over and sat opposite Old Mr. Li, his expression indifferent.

After taking a sip of hot tea, Old Mr. Li spoke up, "Your dad’s birthday is coming soon, isn’t it inappropriate not to release him?"

Li Yehan: "Release him for what? To disgrace you, disgrace me, or disgrace the Li Family’s company?"

Old Mr. Li held his teacup, suddenly finding it hard to drink any more.

Li Yehan’s words were, as they had always been, sharp and direct.

"I know you don’t think much of him, but for the sake of appearances, it has to be done right. News of you and him not getting along would also reflect poorly on your relationship with Qiaoqiao."

Li Yehan’s expression changed abruptly: "What does it have to do with Qiaoqiao?"

Old Mr. Li said cheerfully, "If the Li Family has a bad image, do you think the Bai Family would let Qiaoqiao marry into our family? They don’t need her to marry for an alliance. Choosing a husband for Qiaoqiao, they’ll definitely opt for someone from a family with a good reputation and harmonious family atmosphere, won’t they?"

Li Yehan: "..."

He strongly suspected that Old Mr. Li was saying this deliberately to make him release Li Tianhong.

Old Mr. Li continued, "By having a birthday banquet, and with Qiaoqiao in attendance, won’t everybody know about your relationship with her then?"

Li Yehan glanced at Old Mr. Li and agreed to it.

...

Having resolved this matter, Old Mr. Li sat in the car, feeling relieved and cheerful.

"That damn kid, infatuated with a girl and indifferent to relatives. Even if Tianhong is not the best, he’s his father. Look at him, so unsympathetic, only Qiaoqiao could handle him."

Uncle Fu said with a smile, "It’s all thanks to you, sir."

Old Mr. Li said meaningfully, "It’s not me who did anything; it’s that boy Ye Han who has found his soft spot!"

It had to be said, he really should thank Nan Qiao.