From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love
Chapter 91: A Single Man and a Widowed Woman Spend the Night Together

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: A Single Man and a Widowed Woman Spend the Night Together

Nan Qiao redialed the number, and on the other end, Hou Ze’s anxious voice rang out.

"Boss, a big client has arrived!"

Nan Qiao, "What client?"

"The same one who spent a fortune last time to commission your self-portrait, this time, he wants you to paint again."

Nan Qiao, "..."

It couldn’t be another self-portrait, could it?

Nan Qiao muttered, "Shuan Q."

"Ah Ze, tell this person that I’ve been really busy lately and don’t have time to paint."

Hou Ze, "Boss, are you going to pass up the money? Is this really you?"

Nan Qiao was famously obsessed with making money.

Hou Ze instantly understood that if Nan Qiao was turning down this money, there must be a hidden reason.

In a hushed tone, Hou Ze asked, "Boss, what’s going on? Is the buyer your enemy?"

"You’re thinking too much."

Hou Ze became even more excited, "Boss, ever since I’ve known you, you’ve been the queen of making money. Big jobs, small jobs, as long as there’s money to be made, you’re on it. What’s different this time? I won’t believe there’s no ulterior motive."

Leaning against the sofa, holding a glass of juice, Nan Qiao felt somewhat helpless, "Hou Ze, with all your imagination, why don’t you write novels?"

"Boss, don’t tell me the buyer is Li Yehan!"

Nan Qiao, "..."

Alright, he guessed it.

"Boss, the world’s richest man is courting you. I must say, he’s got good taste. With how outstanding you are, it would be his good fortune if he managed to win you over."

Nan Qiao, "You talk too much, I have things to do, hanging up now."

After hanging up the phone, Nan Qiao dealt with some work-related matters.

...

Bai Yurou tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

The phone rang, and she quickly answered it to the familiar ringtone.

"Why did you fail again? Yurou, ever since Nan Qiao returned, you seem to keep failing."

The oppressive voice made Bai Yurou uncontrollably shiver.

Her teeth chattered, and she seemed to struggle to stay calm.

"It’s like Nan Qiao knows all our plans. My horse went mad; I bet she’s behind it. When she touched that horse, then I ran into trouble."

The man’s voice was cold and disdainful, "Just her? Is she a ghost doctor?"

Bai Yurou feared the man would think she was making excuses, and said helplessly, "Ever since she returned, nothing I do goes smoothly. I even found out today that the toxins in Bai Qingnan, Bai Zhenyang, and Chen Xinwan’s bodies have been cleaned out."

"What!"

He hadn’t expected their plans to be disrupted so suddenly.

"Don’t make another move for now; I’ll send someone to investigate this."

Where would Bai Yurou dare to act rashly? She feared that if she messed up the man’s plans, she’d be torn apart by horses.

"I sent you to the Bai Family, and you must work diligently," the man reminded her.

"I know, my life was given by you, sir. I will obediently follow orders and repay the favor of saving my life," she replied.

The man hung up the call, Bai Yurou lay in bed, staring at the luxurious room, uncaring of it all.

...

Grandpa Li sat in the room, frowning deeply.

Uncle Fu brought in the meal, and noticing Grandpa Li’s unease, placed the food and approached.

"Master, if something is troubling you, feel free to share with me and see if I can help."

Grandpa Li, "There actually is one thing. Just as Qiaoqiao finally comes to stay overnight, there’s no significant progress between those two. At this rate, when will I be able to hold my great-grandchild?"

After thinking for a moment, Uncle Fu said, "Master, better not to worry yourself. Your descendants will make their own fortune. You should just focus on your recuperation."

Grandpa Li had a brilliant scheme in mind, "Then I guess I’ll just have to be sick for a few more days."

Surely, he couldn’t leave them alone together for the night, could he?

Uncle Fu smiled wryly, as the Master went to great lengths just to keep Miss Nan Qiao around.

...

Waking up in the morning.

Nan Qiao opened the door and found a line of servants standing outside, each holding different items.

"What is all this?"

Uncle Fu said, "Miss Nan Qiao, these are clothes and accessories. Not knowing what you’d like to wear this morning, I had the designer remotely prepare several outfits for you to choose from."

The designer had good taste and a unique vision, and all the choices suited Nan Qiao based on her photos.

Chic style, pure style, casual style, business style, and many more.

Some servants held clothes, others held accessories, and Uncle Fu handed Nan Qiao a tablet.

"Miss Nan Qiao, the tablet has pictures of the outfits, and the servants have the physical items. If it’s too much trouble to look at each item, you can pick your favorite style from the tablet, and I’ll have the servants bring over the corresponding clothes for you to see."

Nan Qiao was stunned by Uncle Fu’s series of moves.

Such an approach, true to Jing City’s Li Family.

"Uncle Fu, thank you," Nan Qiao sincerely expressed her gratitude.

Uncle Fu was pleasantly surprised, "Miss Nan Qiao, you needn’t be so polite, this is all part of my duty."

For Nan Qiao to thank him, it was almost too much for him.

From the tablet, Nan Qiao picked out a casual style outfit, suitable for her day out.

Nan Qiao, who wasn’t working today, wanted to wear something simple and comfortable.

"Miss Nan Qiao, I will have someone bring the items in; please wait a moment. If you don’t like them, we can change to another outfit."

Uncle Fu had someone bring them in, Nan Qiao had the items left for her and sent them out.

She changed into sportswear, tied a high ponytail, looking fresh and pure.

When Nan Qiao stepped out of the elevator, Li Yehan’s gaze was fixed on her beautiful yet innocent face.

Nan Qiao, radiant in the most simple attire, her innate elegance hard to conceal.

The servants were also speechless.

"Miss Nan Qiao looks so beautiful, even in the plainest sportswear, she carries off the style of a fine lady."

"You sure know how to flatter, got a death wish? But you’re speaking the truth, no wonder Mr. Li has never bothered with girlfriends; turns out he hadn’t met a woman who matched him."

"Mr. Li and Miss Nan Qiao together are like the perfect match made in heaven."

The servants whispered among themselves, fearful their voices would be heard by either Li Yehan or Nan Qiao.

As Nan Qiao approached the dining table, she could already see the full spread of dishes.

She was used to this by now.

She sat down, and servants brought her soy milk, cow’s milk, juice, millet porridge, sea cucumber porridge, allowing her to choose.

Li Yehan noticed Nan Qiao still preferred Chinese dishes, so he had the kitchen prepare some breakfast to suit the Chinese palate.

Nan Qiao asked, "How is Grandpa Li?"

"He’s not doing so well, got a shock and it might take a couple of days to recover."

Nan Qiao suspected her medical skills must have had a problem; given her examination and treatment yesterday, Grandpa Li should have been alright.

Nan Qiao wore a look of suspicion, while Li Yehan nonchalantly said, "He’s been frail for some time, and yesterday’s phone call really upset him. Without your treatment, he might have been in real trouble by now."

Eavesdropping, Grandpa Li thought: You rascal, are you longing for a banquet?!!

Uncle Fu gestured to Grandpa Li to keep quiet, lest Nan Qiao discover and spoil everything.

It was then that Nan Qiao’s eyes looked upwards...