From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love
Chapter 523: Do these two people think he’s dead?!

Chapter 523: Chapter 523: Do these two people think he’s dead?!

At noon, Nan Qiao didn’t eat at the company; she went to Hou Ze’s company and treated everyone there to lunch.

Nan Shan was holding a lunch box, wolfing down some soft and sticky braised pork.

Looking up, he saw a familiar figure, holding a bowl, running over: "Master."

The loud voice made everyone notice that Nan Qiao had arrived.

Hou Ze came out of the office: "Boss, you’re here. Thanks for treating us to lunch, sorry you had to spend on us."

"Thank you, Miss Nan Qiao."

"The food from this restaurant is really delicious, thank you, Miss Qiao."

A chorus of gratitude rang out.

"I should be the one thanking you for being kind to Nan Shan, being his friends, and taking care of him."

Nan Shan stood next to Nan Qiao, his tall figure making her look so delicate.

Nan Shan held his bowl, his deep-set eyes sweeping over these people.

"Master, shouldn’t they be thanking me instead, for being so tolerant of them?"

Everyone: "..."

Nan Qiao couldn’t help but chuckle; she knew everyone wouldn’t mind what Nan Shan said.

The situation with Nan Shan was something these people already understood.

Nan Qiao explained: "I’m sorry, Nan Shan is straightforward and doesn’t mean any harm."

Hou Ze: "Boss, you’re not aware of this. He’s the best fighter we have here, bar none. Every time, Nan Shan knows when to stop, otherwise these guys would be covered in bruises."

Nan Shan happily lifted his chin: "Of course, I’m very lenient with them."

Nan Shan laughed gleefully, scooped a few spoonfuls of rice, finished his meal, and didn’t forget to wash his own bowl.

After washing the bowl, he put it back in his own cabinet.

Hou Ze whispered: "Boss, your apprentice is a gem. Quick on the uptake, learns everything in no time. Recently, we taught him how to surf the internet, and he mastered it almost instantly."

Nan Qiao glanced over to where Nan Shan was, seeing him slicing fruit.

Each piece of fruit was cut perfectly evenly, as if measured with a ruler.

Seeing this, Hou Ze recalled something: "Although we see Nan Shan smiling every day, yesterday I found him looking very grim in front of the computer."

Nan Qiao: ?

"Which computer does Nan Shan use to go online? First, send him away, let me check the contents."

"Sure, I’ll take Nan Shan to the supermarket. Just tell him it’s something you want, and he’ll run faster than a rabbit."

While speaking, Hou Ze had already dragged the still fruit-slicing Nan Shan out.

Nan Qiao quickly sat down and powered up the computer.

The computer screen lit up, and Nan Qiao searched the browsing history, finding some entries had been deleted.

This was the moment to demonstrate her skills.

Using her expert computer skills, Nan Qiao successfully retrieved the news that Nan Shan had deleted.

Nan Shan had found the news about the laboratory.

Nan Qiao felt a chill; Nan Shan’s cleverness surpassed humanity. With his sharpness, how could he not see the issues within?

Adding to that, Nan Shan had memories of the past. Nan Qiao was a hundred percent sure that Nan Shan remembered past events.

Whether recalling those things was good or bad for Nan Shan, she couldn’t tell.

After restoring the computer’s history, Nan Qiao turned off the computer.

Sitting on the side, Nan Qiao sent a message to Tang Helin, informing the elder of Nan Shan’s situation.

...

Soon, Hou Ze returned with Nan Shan, having bought some fruits.

An employee pinched their nose and shouted, "Who made a mess in their pants!"

Hou Ze: "..."

"You’re the one who made a mess, this is the durian I bought for Boss."

Nan Shan walked in carrying two large durians, while Nan Shan carried the other fruits.

Nan Shan’s expression seemed awkward, indicating he didn’t like durian.

"Boss, this is a gift of respect from Nan Shan to you. I tried it at the supermarket, it’s soft, sticky, sweet, just the taste you like."

Nan Shan shot a glance at Hou Ze: "Why do you know my master so well? This is my master, not yours."

Hou Ze slapped Nan Shan’s sturdy arm: "Your master is my boss too. If you round it off, that makes me your senior brother."

Nan Qiao: "..."

Nan Shan stood displeased behind Nan Qiao: "This is my master, not your boss! Master can only be mine!"

Hou Ze was already used to Nan Shan’s possessiveness towards his master, Nan Qiao.

Nan Qiao stepped in to mediate: "I’ll take the durians back, the rest you guys can eat. Leaving durians here, I’m afraid they might suffocate from the smell."

Nan Shan picked up the two durians: "Master, I’ll go with you."

Nan Shan’s pitiful look made him seem like a little puppy who couldn’t find its way home.

"Master, can I stay at your place for a night?" Nan Shan looked at Nan Qiao with a pitiful expression.

Faced with such a puppy, Nan Qiao really couldn’t refuse.

"Okay, let’s go, I’ll take you back. My grandparents and mom are there. I’ll introduce you to them."

Nan Shan joyfully waved his arms and legs, carrying the two durians outside, not even minding the weight.

Nan Qiao walked out, taking Nan Shan along with her.

...

In the car.

Nan Shan and Li Yehan were in a staredown, the tense atmosphere making everyone else afraid to come near.

Li Yehan came to pick up Nan Qiao, not expecting to also have to take Nan Shan along.

"Master, what’s he doing here in the car, make him get out." Nan Shan was displeased.

Li Yehan laughed out of exasperation: "This is my car, and this is my wife. If anyone should get out, it’s definitely you, not me."

Nan Shan felt a slight pang of insecurity.

"I’m with my master, I don’t care about you." Nan Shan moved closer to Nan Qiao.

Li Yehan, while driving, glanced at the other occupants, wishing he could just toss Nan Shan out!

Nan Qiao rubbed her forehead: "Stop it, you two, I’m hungry."

Nan Shan: "My master is hungry, hurry up and drive, don’t let my master go hungry."

Li Yehan wanted to make a retort, but Nan Qiao gave him a look, and Li Yehan had no choice but to comply and drive.

Nan Qiao sat in the back, and Nan Shan took out a durian from the bag.

"Master, shall I open the durian for you to eat?"

Nan Qiao looked at the durian, indeed feeling tempted.

Then she thought about Li Yehan, who was driving—he probably didn’t enjoy the smell?

Li Yehan noticed Nan Qiao’s change in expression through the rearview mirror, and, suppressing his discomfort, he indulgently said, "Go ahead and eat."

Nan Shan opened the durian, and a unique aroma filled the car.

Li Yehan almost gagged but swallowed it back with pursed lips.

Nan Shan took out some disposable gloves, and Nan Qiao picked up two to wear.

She picked up a plump and juicy piece of durian, took a bite, and the taste lingered.

"Nan Shan, you eat some too."

"Master, durian is delicious. Master likes it, and so does Nan Shan."

From the driver’s seat, Li Yehan: "..."

Were these two pretending he was dead!

Li Yehan opened the window to let in some air; he was truly overwhelmed by the smell.

And in the back, Nan Shan’s chatter wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

Li Yehan made a turn, and after a while, they arrived at his place.

Nan Shan looked at the scenery outside, full of praise: "Master, the scenery here is beautiful, even better than our Qing Shan. Is this some tourist area?"

Li Yehan said quietly: "This is my house."

Nan Shan: ??

He felt Li Yehan was deliberately flaunting, deliberately flaunting his grand household!