From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love
Chapter 522: Thrown into the River

Chapter 522: Chapter 522: Thrown into the River

It was late at night, and Sister Fang went to report.

Even though the mission wasn’t completed, she still needed to inform the other party.

Armed, Sister Fang rode a motorcycle to the riverside.

"My mission failed. Yu Meng is extremely vigilant, even though I placed the infant fragrance on her man, she didn’t fall for it."

The woman in the black robe had a tall and slender figure.

"You took my deposit, and this is how you account for it?"

"You knew this mission wouldn’t be easy to accomplish, which is why you offered a high price. I didn’t complete it, shouldn’t you have anticipated that?" Sister Fang probed.

"What I anticipated and you not fulfilling it are two different things. You took that deposit, now you have to return it."

"You’re talking nonsense!" Sister Fang drew her gun, aiming it at the black robe.

The black robe was unafraid, instead closing in step by step.

"You want to shoot me? Do you think you’re capable of that?"

Just as Sister Fang was about to pull the trigger, what awaited her was a fatal blow.

The silver needle in the black robe’s hand pierced into Sister Fang’s body.

The previously firm woman suddenly went limp. Just as she was about to fall to the ground, she was thrown into the river.

The black robe clapped her hands, standing up coldly.

...

Nan Qiao stayed at home for three days, sorting through Li Yehan’s assets, the numbers were astonishing and unbelievable.

At the same time, she felt that Li Yehan deserved such wealth.

Nan Qiao’s phone rang.

Nan Qiao answered. It was Rong Yan calling: "Mr. Qiao, can you come over today? We’ve taken an order, and its requirements are complex. I’ve drawn the design ten times but still can’t find the right direction."

Rong Yan felt embarrassed because Nan Qiao had handed the company over to him, making him the design director.

When problems arose, he still had to call Nan Qiao for help.

"Alright, I’ll come over now."

Nan Qiao hung up the phone, told Housekeeper Liang that she was going out, and asked him to arrange a driver for her.

Chen Xinwan learned that Nan Qiao was going out, quickly said, "Qiaoqiao, I’ll go out with you."

"Mom, I know you have a meeting in an hour. We’ll go out together, you go to the company for the meeting, and I’ll be busy with the design. Once we’re done, we’ll come back together."

"But..." Chen Xinwan was worried.

Nan Qiao said, "Don’t worry, Uncle Qin and Uncle Dao will be protecting me in the dark."

Nan Qiao had asked Uncle Qin and Uncle Dao to return to protect her safety.

In the end, the two went out together.

...

Nan Qiao wore a specially made long black coat.

The fabric was her own creation, fireproof, waterproof, and knife-proof.

She searched for materials for a long time and spent a lot to piece together this garment.

Fu Qingyan was making coffee. Upon seeing Nan Qiao enter, she brewed a cup of flower tea and delivered it to her office.

Nan Qiao had just sat down with Rong Yan when Fu Qingyan entered with the flower tea.

"Mr. Qiao, this is the rose tea my friend brought me. Try it."

"Thank you." Nan Qiao didn’t pick up the tea.

Rong Yan took out his design sketches and placed them in front of Nan Qiao: "These are all my designs, take a look."

Fu Qingyan stood by, softly asking, "Mr. Qiao, can I also stay and listen?"

Nan Qiao glanced at her, smiling in agreement.

"Stay and later draw a design for me to see."

"Thank you, Mr. Qiao, for giving me this opportunity." Fu Qingyan sat with Rong Yan, and the two exchanged a smile.

After reviewing the client’s requirements and Rong Yan’s designs, Nan Qiao began her busy work.

...

Li Yehan called just as Nan Qiao finished her work.

Fu Qingyan and Rong Yan got up to leave.

Fu Qingyan heard a man’s magnetic voice over Nan Qiao’s phone, mixed with helplessness and affection: "Qiaoqiao, you were naughty. You promised to stay home and wait for me, but you went out alone."

Nan Qiao was surprised: "Didn’t you say last night that you couldn’t come home for dinner today?"

"I was afraid you’d be bored, so I made time to have lunch with you." Li Yehan smiled with resignation.

"Li Yehan, come near my company. I just heard there’s a place with great grilled fish here."

"Wait for me in the office, don’t go anywhere, I’m coming to find you."

"Alright." Nan Qiao hung up the phone.

The office was cleaned daily, spotless.

At this moment, Fu Qingyan knocked and entered, holding a white gift bag.

"Mr. Qiao, I’ve given flower tea to other colleagues. This is what I prepared for you. I don’t know if you like flower tea."

The rose tea on the desk was still there, the roses blooming elegantly and beautifully in the cup.

For some reason, a phrase flashed across Nan Qiao’s mind.

The more beautiful something is, the more toxic it is.

Looking at the blooming roses, Nan Qiao smiled: "Thank you."

Nan Qiao accepted the gift, and Fu Qingyan took out some design sketches.

"Mr. Qiao, I also drew two design sketches. I know my skills and experience aren’t as good as Director Rong’s. I’d like to ask you to have a look at my designs, would that be alright?"

Faced with Fu Qingyan’s humbly seeking advice, Nan Qiao accepted the design sketches she offered.

Nan Qiao’s bright eyes glanced at the design sketches, then at Fu Qingyan’s smiling face.

"I just gave you suggestions, and you can already submit your design sketches. Qingyan, your work is truly good."

Fu Qingyan showed a happy expression, excited yet humble: "Mr. Qiao, thank you for your praise. Contributing to the company is my duty."

Fu Qingyan’s cheerful demeanor was simple and innocent.

Nan Qiao pointed out two areas that needed modification, and Fu Qingyan happily went out to make changes.

She left, and Rong Yan came in.

Rong Yan entered with his design sketches: "Mr. Qiao, I’ve redrawn one based on your feedback, have a look."

Rong Yan handed over the design sketches, which Nan Qiao accepted.

Nan Qiao was a bit surprised, but Rong Yan didn’t know the reason for Nan Qiao’s reaction.

Rong Yan asked, "Mr. Qiao, is there any problem?"

Nan Qiao put the design sketches down: "I have to say, you and Fu Qingyan truly have a telepathic connection. The colors she used in her design are the same as yours."

Rong Yan was momentarily stunned, wanting to explain that he didn’t copy Fu Qingyan.

The two of them weren’t seated together, and besides, Rong Yan had his own office.

"Rong Yan, don’t overthink it, I’m not accusing you of plagiarism. I just feel you two have a connection. You both listened to my suggestions and modified your work as I advised. So, you needn’t be anxious."

Feeling a little embarrassed, Rong Yan scratched his head awkwardly.

"We’ve known each other for a while, and I trust your character." Nan Qiao offered him a few more suggestions.

"Make additional modifications based on my advice and bring it back to me. I’ll treat everyone to lunch later, as I’ve already had Secretary Fu contact a restaurant."

"Thank you, Mr. Qiao." Rong Yan was both excited and grateful for Nan Qiao’s understanding.

Having such a boss was a blessing for him!

He needed to work hard, to work very hard indeed!