From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love
Chapter 515 Grab Waist

Chapter 515: Chapter 515 Grab Waist

Nan Qiao felt everyone’s inquisitive gaze and leaned back.

"Don’t think too much, pregnancy takes ten months, it’s not that quick."

Everyone’s gaze retracted as if the thought hadn’t just crossed their minds.

Chen Xinwan immediately said, "You all stop crowding around Qiaoqiao, it’s not good for the airflow around a pregnant woman."

The three brothers were forced to step back.

Even Bai Zhenyang was pushed out by Chen Xinwan.

Grandpa Bai and Granny Bai watched the lively family with affectionate smiles.

The two elderly people exchanged a glance and both enjoyed the current lifestyle.

Li Yehan took out gifts from his bag.

Nan Qiao explained, "These are new products from our company. I brought some back and want to hear your opinions."

Everyone got a gift, both the Li Family and the Bai Family had them, fair is fair.

The family chatted enthusiastically.

Li Yehan stood behind Nan Qiao, his gaze fixed on her gentle face, feeling content and at ease.

After chatting for a while, Nan Qiao gathered everyone’s opinions and let out a yawn.

Chen Xinwan quickly said, "Qiaoqiao, go rest, pregnant women shouldn’t stay up late."

She then added, "Yehan, keep an eye on her, don’t let Qiaoqiao overwork herself."

"Mom, I’ll be careful." Li Yehan got up, taking Nan Qiao along, to let her rest.

Once Li Yehan and Nan Qiao left, Bai Jingting spoke up.

"I’ve gotten information that Li Tianyi and Li Chengyan have joined the Bai Group, taking over Li Ye’s mess. From what I understand, Li Chengyan is a novice, still learning the ropes, can’t see much business acumen."

Bai Zhenyang: "It’s better this way; the Li Family shines under Yehan’s hands. If it were someone else, who knows what would happen."

Everyone exchanged a smile, with the common goal of ensuring Nan Qiao’s well-being.

...

When Huo Siyu arrived at her doorstep with beer, the smell of alcohol hit her, and a strong man leaned against her.

Mo Shaolin muttered, "Xiao Yu, I miss you."

Huo Siyu: "..."

Here we go again.

Huo Siyu pushed Mo Shaolin away, her palm sticky.

By the light, she saw the study.

Huo Siyu: "..."

"Mo Shaolin, did someone stab you in the kidneys?"

Mo Shaolin’s voice was muffled, "Xiao Yu, I feel awful."

Huo Siyu was about to shove him out when Mo Shaolin collapsed beside her.

Huo Siyu hauled him up; fortunately, her martial arts training gave her some strength.

Huo Siyu tossed Mo Shaolin on the ground, found a medical kit, and cut open Mo Shaolin’s clothes.

Seeing the knife wound, Huo Siyu frowned and skillfully cleaned the wound.

When Huo Siyu picked up the phone to call for an ambulance, Mo Shaolin grabbed her hand, removed the phone, and pinned Huo Siyu underneath him.

Huo Siyu was so bewildered by Mo Shaolin’s quick actions, her eyes widened in shock.

"Mo Shaolin, don’t think that just because I give you an inch, you can take a mile!"

As soon as Huo Siyu spoke, Mo Shaolin seemed to want to vent his longing, kissing her like a storm.

Huo Siyu: "!!"

Huo Siyu exerted all her strength to push Mo Shaolin away, quickly stood up, and kicked him.

Huo Siyu wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, disdainfully saying, "Mo Shaolin, you really have some nerve."

Picking up her phone, Huo Siyu called Mo Shaolin’s bodyguard to take him away.

Before long, the bodyguard knocked on Huo Siyu’s door.

"Take him away and tell him if he keeps bothering me, I’ll disappear, and he won’t find me!"

The bodyguard, trembling in fear, took Mo Shaolin outside and put him in the car.

The man, originally too drunk to stand, opened his wounded eyes.

The bodyguard sighed helplessly, "Young master, this is not a solution. I think you should try something else; Miss Huo isn’t moved by your antics."

"Then tell me what to do. Xiao Yu is impervious to persuasion or force; what can I do?"

Mo Shaolin slumped in the car, his wound hurting, making his mind ever clearer.

"If I die, Xiao Yu might come to see me of her own accord, right?"

The bodyguard slammed on the brakes, nearly causing Mo Shaolin to fall off.

"Are you trying to murder me!" Mo Shaolin grabbed his waist and sat back up.

"Young master, you mustn’t think that way. If you die, Miss Huo will marry and have children with someone else; can you rest in peace?"

Mo Shaolin: "..."

"Xiao Linzi, you sure know how to talk people into sense."

Mo Shaolin lay in the car and called Li Yehan.

"Yehan, I got stabbed, could you step out for a bit?"

Li Yehan: "Are you sure?"

Mo Shaolin: "Damn, should I send you a picture of the wound?"

"From the way you’re talking so vigorously, it’s hard to believe you got stabbed."

Li Yehan mercilessly hung up.

Mo Shaolin: "..."

Why am I disliked all the time?

...

Li Yehan hung up the phone and continued lying beside Nan Qiao.

Nan Qiao smiled, "What if he really did get stabbed? Shouldn’t you go see him?"

"No need."

Just then, Li Yehan’s phone rang.

Li Yehan picked it up, and indeed, Mo Shaolin had sent a photo.

Nan Qiao took Li Yehan’s phone, "Si Yu bandaged the wound."

Huo Siyu’s bandaging technique was distinct, which Nan Qiao was very familiar with.

The two exchanged a look but said nothing.

No one could say if Mo Shaolin’s and Huo Siyu’s tangled relationship should continue or be cut off entirely.

...

Nan Qiao decided to go to the hospital for a prenatal checkup.

In the morning, Nan Qiao, fasting, went to the hospital with Li Yehan, who also hadn’t eaten.

Chen Xinwan got up early too, "Qiaoqiao darling, mom will go with you. We’re both women; it will be much easier."

Bai Zhenyang was about to get up, "..."

Is it not appropriate for him to go?

On second thought, it indeed wasn’t appropriate.

At that moment, Liu Feng came over with a thermal food container.

"Young miss, I put breakfast in here, eat right after your prenatal check-up."

"Thank you, Aunt Liu." Nan Qiao gave a sweet smile.

Li Yehan took the food container, and Chen Xinwan accompanied Nan Qiao.

...

The driver drove the three in the backseat.

Li Yehan held Nan Qiao’s bag, which contained her documents.

They went to a private hospital, where Li Yehan had arranged everything in advance.

Once inside, Nan Qiao lay on the bed, with Li Yehan and Chen Xinwan by her side.

After a while, the screen showed an incomprehensible image to the two.

The doctor smiled, "It’s only eight weeks; not seeing much is normal. Let’s listen to the fetal heartbeat—just relax."

The three were deeply touched when they heard the baby’s heartbeat.

Li Yehan took out his phone in silent mode and snapped a picture to send to Old Mr. Li.

At that moment, Old Mr. Li was enduring his unappetizing breakfast.

Seeing Li Yehan’s message, Old Mr. Li opened it.

"Yehan, what is this? Are you planning to expand the company or launch a satellite to the moon?"

Li Yehan saw the reply, "..."