From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love-Chapter 408 Li Yehan, You Have a Nosebleed

Nan Qiao woke up in the car.

Li Yehan was still driving. The streetlights outside drifted by slowly.

From Nan Qiao’s perspective, she could see Li Yehan’s sharp short hair, his lucky-looking ears, and broad shoulders that exuded a strong sense of security.

"Why am I in your car?" Nan Qiao asked.

"Qiaoqiao, you were exhausted and fell asleep on your office desk."

Nan Qiao sat up and adjusted the seat.

Li Yehan parked the car, turned his head, and saw Nan Qiao with sleepy eyes—she looked like a lazy little kitten, beautiful and adorable.

"Qiaoqiao, let me carry you to the bedroom to sleep."

Nan Qiao glanced at the scenery outside the window. "Is this your home? Why did you bring me to your house?"

"If the people at your house saw your exhausted face, they’d definitely worry about you. Qiaoqiao, you’ve been working too hard. Some things can be delegated to others; you can’t hold onto everything yourself, you’ll wear yourself out."

Nan Qiao stretched lazily, then yawned. "I used to be quite used to it, but after living a more comfortable life for so long, my body seems unadjusted now."

The transition from luxury to austerity is difficult, but from austerity to luxury is easy.

"Qiaoqiao, don’t pressure yourself too much. Money can’t be earned endlessly, you know?"

Nan Qiao opened the car door and took a breath of fresh air outside, instantly feeling much more awake. "Li Yehan, you’re lecturing me, but you’re busy as well." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Li Yehan walked over and took her hand. The two walked inside together, handing the car keys to the bodyguard, who would go park the car.

"I’m busy because I need to earn money for my wife to spend, and to support our family, and our future children."

Nan Qiao couldn’t help but laugh, hearing Li Yehan’s gentle and pampering voice beside her ear.

She stopped and looked up to meet Li Yehan’s long, deep eyes.

"Li Yehan, I never said I’d have children with you."

Li Yehan lazily scooped Nan Qiao into his arms. The sudden movement startled her, and she cried out.

"Li Yehan, are you crazy?"

"Qiaoqiao, I am crazy. I want to have a child with you right now, a child that belongs to us."

Li Yehan carried Nan Qiao inside, holding her all the way to the bathroom before putting her down.

Nan Qiao panicked, pushing at Li Yehan. "What are you doing? Don’t tell me you want to take a couple’s bath with me?"

Li Yehan stood at the door, his steps approaching Nan Qiao like a devil, his thin lips curling into an enigmatic smile.

Nan Qiao stared at Li Yehan in shock, watching as his entire presence radiated an overpowering aura.

Her body stiffened, retreating step by step until she almost tripped—but Li Yehan caught her, holding her firmly in his arms, leaving her no escape.

Nan Qiao held her breath, her grape-like eyes fixed on him.

Li Yehan’s gaze fell on her flushed lips, and he leaned in to kiss her.

A possessive kiss, capturing her tongue...

Nan Qiao’s body felt feverish, her eyes growing hazy.

Li Yehan pulled away from her lips, looking at her flushed face. "I’ll step out now. Take your bath; your pajamas are here."

Li Yehan closed the door as he left. Nan Qiao sat on the chair by the side, looking at her reflection in the mirror, hiding her face in her hands.

...

Nan Qiao finished her bath and stepped out, finding that Li Yehan had also finished his bath and come back in.

His short hair was still damp, and he wore a bathrobe with the collar open, revealing his collarbone.

He looked fresh and clean, yet brimming with sensuality.

"Why did you come back after your bath?" Nan Qiao stood without moving closer.

Li Yehan walked toward her, his thin lips slightly smirking, stopping right in front of her. "I came to keep you company for sleep. I was worried you’d feel scared alone."

Nan Qiao: "..."

"You think I’d be scared?"

"Qiaoqiao, I’m worried you might be afraid. It’s quite late now; let’s sleep."

Without further ado, Li Yehan grabbed Nan Qiao’s hand and sat with her on the bed.

Nan Qiao immediately stood up. "My hair isn’t dry yet. I’ll go blow-dry it."

Nan Qiao expertly took out the hairdryer and dried her hair.

When she turned around, Li Yehan was already lying on the bed.

"Qiaoqiao, are you afraid of me? We’ve known each other for so long; if there’s something you don’t want to do, I haven’t forced you, have I? I’m feeling a bit tired now, let’s just sleep—purely sleep."

Li Yehan’s voice carried a subtle allure, drawing Nan Qiao to approach him voluntarily.

Nan Qiao walked over and sat at the edge of the bed.

"Move over a bit."

Li Yehan shifted inward, and Nan Qiao lay down on the bed, yawning before falling asleep.

Nan Qiao was genuinely exhausted. In no time, Li Yehan heard the steady sound of her breathing.

Li Yehan turned over. The bedside lamp allowed him to see Nan Qiao, asleep.

Her long lashes rested gently, her delicate nose standing out. She looked utterly innocent.

Li Yehan took out his phone and remotely switched off the bedside lamp.

He moved closer to Nan Qiao, extending his arm to pull her into his embrace.

...

When Li Yehan woke up, he felt a faint pain in his stomach and noticed Nan Qiao was not beside him.

Looking around, he saw that Nan Qiao’s pajama bottoms had ridden up to her thighs, and her legs were sprawled across his stomach.

The three buttons at her neckline had popped open, leaving her chest exposed in all its soft allure.

Li Yehan stared at Nan Qiao’s sleeping posture and felt a reaction.

He removed her legs gently, rubbed his stomach, and sat up slowly.

Nan Qiao woke up as well, lying on the soft bed. When she saw him, she suddenly sat upright. "Li Yehan, you’re bleeding from your nose!"

Li Yehan reached up to touch, and sure enough, there was blood.

Nan Qiao immediately thought of one possible reason. Early in the morning, Li Yehan was bleeding—there had to be some sort of explanation.

She looked down and noticed her neckline was open, revealing far too much.

"Li Yehan, you pervert!"

Nan Qiao delivered a kick toward him, but Li Yehan wasn’t affected.

He got up on his own, walked off the bed, and headed straight to the bathroom.

Nan Qiao entered the walk-in closet, finding her clothes—all of them prepared by Li Yehan.

Different styles, complete with matching bags and shoes—everything was there.

Nan Qiao chose a floral dress, tied her hair up, and only then did she head out.

Li Yehan had washed his face. When he came out, the hair on his forehead was damp.

"Qiaoqiao, let’s head down for breakfast."

Li Yehan didn’t bring up what had happened, and Nan Qiao didn’t either. The two of them acted as if nothing had occurred and headed down for breakfast.

The chef had prepared a table full of breakfast dishes. Nan Qiao drank a glass of soy milk and picked up a soup dumpling.

"Li Yehan, I’m running late for class. I can’t eat anymore; I have to go to school."

"I’ll drive you," Li Yehan was already dressed neatly, picking up the car keys as he walked out.

...

In Li Yehan’s kitchen.

Master Ma saw the breakfast table being cleared, noticing how much was leftover.

Master Ma was sweating profusely, and even the assistants and servants came over.

"Master Ma, what’s going on? The breakfast you made today—Mr. Li and Mrs. Li barely touched it."

"I checked. They drank soy milk and ate one soup dumpling—nothing else."

Master Ma: "..."

His mood sank instantly, drained.

Master Ma wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Mr. Li isn’t going to fire me, is he? I’m doomed."

Master Ma slumped into a chair, boneless.

"Master Ma, don’t be so nervous. Mr. Li didn’t say anything, and Mrs. Li didn’t comment either. You should be fine, right?"

Master Ma felt uneasy—it seemed trouble was looming.