From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love
Chapter 98: I Allow You to Keep Touching, Touch as You Please

Chapter 98: Chapter 98: I Allow You to Keep Touching, Touch as You Please

At noon, Li Yehan was about to send Nan Qiao a message to ask what she wanted to eat when he received a text from her.

"You don’t need to come over at noon, I’ll come to you and bring you lunch."

Li Yehan was overjoyed and called Secretary Zhao in.

When Secretary Zhao came in and saw the look on Li Yehan’s face, he had only one thought.

Is Mr. Li going to flaunt his feathers?

"Mr. Li, you’re so excited and happy, is Miss Nan Qiao coming?"

Li Yehan voiced his approval, "Secretary Zhao, you’re very smart. Qiaoqiao is coming to see me, she actually took the initiative to come and even bring me lunch."

Secretary Zhao: "..."

He used to think Li Yehan was the kind of boss who spoke little, but now he realized it wasn’t that Li Yehan had little to say, but that he had nothing to say to other people.

Isn’t he speaking quite well now? Also, had quite a lot to say?

Secretary Zhao tactfully said, "Mr. Li, congratulations, after waiting patiently, you finally see the light at the end. Miss Nan Qiao coming over this time must have been moved by you!"

Li Yehan was grinning from ear to ear, as if he and Nan Qiao could get married on the spot.

Li Yehan went to the inner wardrobe, where he also kept a few sets of spare clothes and suits.

His job required him to be ready to go outside at any time, and at the beginning of taking over the company, he used to sleep in the office at night.

"Secretary Zhao, which suit do you think I look good in?"

If I look good, Qiaoqiao will take a few extra glances, right?

Li Yehan had only his Qiaoqiao in his heart and eyes, giving Secretary Zhao a mouthful of dog food.

Secretary Zhao had seen discussions in the group chat about Li Yehan’s dressing and pointed at a suit inside, saying, "I’ve heard the female colleagues in the company say that you look stunning in this suit. Especially with glasses on, you’re the epitome of a charming rascal."

Li Yehan: "..."

For a moment, he didn’t know whether he was being complimented or insulted.

Seeing Li Yehan on the verge of anger, Secretary Zhao quickly corrected, "Mr. Li, think about it, if these girls like it, Miss Nan Qiao is also a girl, she will certainly like it too, maybe she was even captivated by it."

"Alright, you can go out."

Li Yehan coldly dismissed him, and Secretary Zhao quickly snuck away, afraid that Li Yehan might lose his temper.

...

Li Yehan stood in the wardrobe and reached out to take down the suit.

A white shirt, with a blue checkered vest underneath, topped with a blue suit jacket, no need for a tie.

His handsome, flawless face, with fluffy yet neat hair, and his deep, peach-blossom eyes covered by a pair of transparent glasses, couldn’t be hidden.

Neatly dressed, Li Yehan went down to the company lobby to personally welcome Nan Qiao.

The receptionist stood tall, wondering what kind of person could make Mr. Li personally receive them.

Until... a girl in a black short-sleeved dress walked in through the door.

Li Yehan’s icy face thawed in a second.

He walked over to Nan Qiao and walked side by side with her.

"Why have you come down to the lobby?" Nan Qiao asked curiously.

Li Yehan: "Waiting for you."

His voice was soft, carrying affection and anticipation. Nan Qiao looked at Li Yehan’s outfit today and indeed found it very attractive.

There was a kind of ascetic handsomeness about him, and those gold-rimmed glasses gave him a distinctly charming rascal appeal.

Nan Qiao smiled without saying anything, and Li Yehan took the takeaway food she was holding and walked with her into the private elevator, all the way up to the floor where Li Yehan’s office was located.

Li Yehan was considerate and thoughtful, while Nan Qiao was stunning beyond compare.

The secretaries kept their heads down, not daring to look up until the two entered the office, after which they could lift their heads openly.

"So Mr. Li does partake in the mortal pleasures after all!"

"Nonsense, Mr. Li isn’t a monk, could he be without desires?"

"He changed into a new outfit especially for this girl, how intriguing."

Secretary Zhao walked over, "You all should mind your own business about Mr. Li’s affairs. Can’t Mr. Li have a girlfriend?"

Several people suddenly realized, so this is Mrs. Li!

Li Yehan placed the bag on the dining table; the temperature in his spacious office was comfortable.

Li Yehan was taking out his lunch for the day from the bag when he sensed someone slowly inching closer behind him.

He turned around, and Nan Qiao’s body was right in front of him.

With a cold, hard table behind him and the tender, soft Nan Qiao in front, Li Yehan, with nowhere to retreat, didn’t have to think twice about his choice.

Nan Qiao’s eyes were seductive as silk, and reaching out, she removed the glasses from Li Yehan’s nose bridge.

Her voice dripping with allure, she chuckled, "Are you afraid of me?"

Li Yehan caught his breath, his gaze scorching as he looked at Nan Qiao.

With a sweep of his right hand, he drew Nan Qiao’s slim and tender waist towards him.

The distance between them was minimal, with Li Yehan forcing Nan Qiao’s body against his, his burning eyes fixed on her.

The atmosphere grew increasingly suggestive, with Nan Qiao’s body pressed against Li Yehan, her hands beginning to wander.

Nan Qiao’s hand slid into the waistband of Li Yehan’s trousers, trailing upward. Her eyes didn’t stray from his face, pure yet filled with desire, as he lost control, wanting to take her right there.

The flesh at Li Yehan’s waist was very sensitive. He grabbed Nan Qiao’s other hand, intending to flip the tables, but she halted.

"Li Yehan, are you pretending to chase me because you want me to save your life?"

The mood was instantly killed.

Li Yehan was perplexed, especially when Nan Qiao broke free from his embrace.

With an empty embrace, the fire within Li Yehan found no relief.

He grabbed Nan Qiao’s hand, pulling her back to him, "Explain yourself, what do you mean."

Pretend to pursue Nan Qiao?

Nan Qiao couldn’t move and finally spoke, "You have an illness that needs my treatment, that’s why you’re pursuing me, right?"

Li Yehan: "..."

Li Yehan: "You were just flirting with me to find out if I’m ill?"

"Yes," Nan Qiao answered as if it were obvious.

Li Yehan couldn’t help but laugh with a dangerous charm, his face as fatally attractive as ever.

He said, word by word, "Has anyone ever told you, a fire stirred up and not released, is very hard to put out?"

Just as Nan Qiao opened her mouth to speak, Li Yehan leaned in, capturing her parted crimson lips.

The kiss, filled with a sense of plunder, advanced, claiming every part of her mouth, marking his territory.

Nan Qiao kept struggling, but one of his hands enclosed her waist, trapping her in place.

His left hand at the back of her head deepened the kiss, taking her over wildly.

Nan Qiao felt fireworks explode in her mind, leaving her breathless, and Li Yehan finally let her go reluctantly.

Pulling away from her lips, leaving behind strands of a silvery trail, the moment was heavy with innuendo.

Angered, Nan Qiao stretched out her hand to hit Li Yehan but he caught it, and from there, her hand began to wander up from his waist...

Li Yehan’s lips curved into a wickedly delightful smile, his eyes slanting upwards, his possessiveness evident in his magnetic voice, filled with a bewitching seduction, "Didn’t you want to touch? Go ahead and touch, I allow you to freely knead."

Nan Qiao: "..."

Can she decide she doesn’t want to touch anymore?

Li Yehan: Impossible, I allow you to continue, touch as you wish.