From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love
Chapter 153: Go Back to Sleep

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Go Back to Sleep

Bai Yurou jumped with fright and said hastily, "Quickly deal with it. We can’t let anyone know about what happened back then!"

"I’ve already sent someone to handle it, trying to get the doctor taken care of before those people arrive."

Bai Yurou, anxious and unsettled, hung up the phone. As one wave settled, another arose.

She paced back and forth in her room, grabbing at her disheveled hair, unable to calm her emotions.

Why was dealing with a Nan Qiao proving to be so hard?

...

Zhou Hongqi was tossing and turning all night, pacing in the living room with a deep frown on his face as if the sky was about to fall.

Liu Yanfang said, "Zhou Hongqi, what on earth are you trying to do? You’re not even sleeping, just pacing around here. A servant coming out to use the bathroom almost thought they saw a ghost. Why don’t you turn on the lights?"

Liu Yanfang and Zhou Jingya, both woken up and in their pajamas, were very unhappy.

Zhou Hongqi pointed at Liu Yanfang’s face and said, "Can you two even sleep? Ever since Nan Qiao left home, our company has been on a roller coaster ride. Just when Xiao Ya made a bit of achievement, she went and created that Yunjin issue, almost ruining the company’s reputation!"

Zhou Jingya said, "Dad, it’s not my fault..."

Zhou Hongqi snorted with disdain, "Do you think I’m an idiot? You and Liu Qing bring out a scapegoat, and I wouldn’t know?"

Zhou Jingya had overlooked one thing: Zhou Hongqi was the boss of the company. How could he not know about the internal affairs of the company?

Zhou Jingya was left speechless, unable to reply.

Liu Yanfang cursed discontentedly, "Zhou Hongqi, can you stop scolding Xiao Ya for everything and only praise Nan Qiao when it’s convenient? Does Xiao Ya ever have any bad intentions? Isn’t she just trying to help you? If it wasn’t for her finding such an outstanding designer like Liu Qing, could the company have been revived?"

Zhou Hongqi’s eyes were fixed fiercely on Liu Yanfang. He was already overwhelmed, and all Liu Yanfang cared about was Zhou Jingya.

" Liu Yanfang, sometimes I really doubt what exactly Zhou Jingya is to you. She’s not like your daughter, rather, she’s like your ancestor. No matter what happens, you are always there to back her up and praise her, as if she had saved your whole family in her past life."

Liu Yanfang’s eyes were full of panic but she quickly suppressed it: "What are you talking about! Xiao Ya is our daughter, if I don’t cherish her, who will?"

At that moment, Zhou Jingya suddenly became curious about whose daughter she actually was.

"Zhou Hongqi, if you keep spouting this nonsense, we will ignore you."

Liu Yanfang grabbed Zhou Jingya’s hand and led her upstairs, "Xiao Ya, let’s go back to sleep. Don’t mind your dad, he’s gone mad, completely mad."

When the two arrived in Zhou Jingya’s room, Liu Yanfang brought over the pillows and quilt, placing them on her bed.

"Xiao Ya, Mommy will sleep with you tonight."

Liu Yanfang lay down on the bed, without asking for Zhou Jingya’s opinion, directly lying down.

Zhou Jingya slowly walked to the side of the bed where Liu Yanfang was sleeping and looked down at her.

Liu Yanfang, sensing something was off with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them and was startled by Zhou Jingya, tumbling off the bed.

"Xiao Ya, what are you doing? You scared me to death!" Liu Yanfang complained anxiously.

Zhou Jingya pulled her up and helped her to sit on the bed.

Sitting beside Liu Yanfang, Zhou Jingya frowned and looked at her seriously, "Mom, who’s daughter am I really?"

Liu Yanfang quickly covered Zhou Jingya’s mouth with her hand, listening intently to make sure no sound was heard.

Speaking very softly, Liu Yanfang said, "Xiao Ya, why are you bringing this up again? Haven’t I told you not to worry about these things?"

"I want to know," Zhou Jingya said, earnest and resolute.

Liu Yanfang’s face changed slightly, her brows knotted tight: "Xiao Ya, don’t ask about the past; there’s no point in asking. You just need to know that you are Zhou Hongqi’s daughter, the young lady of the Zhou Family, and that’s enough."

Liu Yanfang lay back down and closed her eyes, avoiding answering the question.

Zhou Jingya grew even more curious, "Is her identity that hard to speak of?"

Could it be that Liu Yanfang didn’t even know who her biological father was?

Zhou Jingya lay restlessly on the other side of the large bed, her eyes dark and brooding.

Why could Nan Qiao find her biological parents, but she couldn’t?

Was she an illegitimate daughter of the Zhou family?

...

Old Mr. Bai especially went into the kitchen and made a dish of three-freshness dumplings for the table.

Bai Yurou looked at the plump dumplings and still wanted to taste one.

As she picked up her chopsticks, she heard Old Mr. Bai say with a smile, "Qiaoqiao, you’ve been working hard recently, try the braised lion’s head Grandpa made for you. I was thinking of making it for you tonight, but I was afraid you might be busy with work and not be home for dinner. Dumplings for breakfast, will that do?"

That would be more than okay.

Nan Qiao sometimes would also have a bowl of wontons or some homemade dumplings she had frozen and would occasionally cook up a meal to eat.

"Thank you, Grandpa, you’ve worked hard," she said.

"It’s no trouble for Grandpa, and I should thank you for the gift you gave me. I like it very much, I really do, Qiaoqiao, you’re so filial."

Bai Yurou, holding her chopsticks, was stunned. What gift had Nan Qiao given this old immortality now?

Just look at how happy the old man was!

Bai Yurou kept her composure, her voice gentle as she said, "Sis, what gift did you give Grandpa? Why haven’t I heard you mention it?"

Old Mr. Bai spoke up, "Filial piety doesn’t need to be broadcast everywhere. What if others think it’s just a show? True filial piety to elders doesn’t come from words, but from actual actions, right, Yurou?"

Bai Yurou’s face immediately turned awkward; the old man’s way of speaking to her was always so sarcastic. After eighteen years, she still hadn’t gained the old man’s approval.

Bai Yurou cursed inwardly but kept a smile on her face, "Grandpa is right, Yurou will also learn from her sister in the future and be good to Grandpa, Dad, and Mom."

Old Mr. Bai served Nan Qiao a bowl of dumplings, "Qiaoqiao, try and see how Grandpa made the dumplings."

Nan Qiao took a bite with her chopsticks and her eyes lit up, "Grandpa, the dumplings are so delicious. Your cooking skills are really great."

Bai Zhenyang and Chen Xinwan also took a bite; sure enough, it had the familiar taste of their grandfather’s filling.

Bai Yurou pinched a dumpling; it truly was tasty.

"Grandpa, I didn’t even know you could make dumplings this delicious."

If it hadn’t been for him making them for Nan Qiao today, Bai Yurou wouldn’t have had the chance to try them.

Fearing Bai Yurou might overthink, Bai Zhenyang, who had watched her grow up, said, "Yurou, it’s not just you. I haven’t eaten dumplings made by your grandpa for many years either."

Old Mr. Bai remained silent, quietly eating.

Having finished a bowl of dumplings and a few pieces of soy-sauce pastries, Nan Qiao’s phone rang.

Nan Qiao picked it up and saw it was a call from Uncle Qin.

Upon answering, she heard Uncle Qin’s anxious voice, "Miss, come quickly to Zheng Qinnian’s hospital; there’s been an emergency!"

"Okay," said Nan Qiao and hung up the phone.

Nan Qiao forced herself to appear calm, "I’ve got something to attend to and need to leave. You guys take your time eating."

Nan Qiao dashed out.