From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love
Chapter 584: 584: We Only Held Hands, Didn't Even Kiss
Chapter 584: Chapter 584: We Only Held Hands, Didn’t Even Kiss
Mo Shaolin’s gaze hovered vaguely, making Huo Siyu feel uncomfortable all over.
Huo Siyu found a spot at a corner and sat down, using Nan Qiao and Li Yehan to block her from being seen by Mo Shaolin.
Just as Mo Shaolin was about to look over, Zheng Qinnian stood in front of him, blocking his view.
Zheng Qinnian said, “I suggest you get a full-body check-up to see if you’ve been drugged.”
Mo Shaolin: ??
Mo Shaolin suddenly felt this suggestion was very reasonable and that he should go and have it checked.
Thinking this, Mo Shaolin decided to go to the hospital.
Safety first!
Health is the top priority too!
As he said this, Mo Shaolin’s gaze once again turned to Huo Siyu.
“Xiao Yu, remember to go to the hospital for a check-up too.”
Huo Siyu didn’t respond.
Mo Shaolin had long anticipated that Huo Siyu wouldn’t respond, so he wasn’t too affected by it.
Nan Qiao whispered to Huo Siyu, “Si Yu, remember to make a trip to the hospital.”
Huo Siyu made a sound of agreement, which finally put Mo Shaolin at ease.
Zheng Qinnian said, “These people are desperate, unable to come up with a good solution, so they can only start with those around you. Qiaoqiao, remember to inform your family once you’re back. Be cautious of anyone who wants to get close to them recently.”
Li Yehan was not pleased with the use of “Qiaoqiao” as an address.
Shouldn’t Zheng Qinnian maintain some distance?
As an outsider, how could he not understand the need to maintain boundaries?
Constantly calling Qiaoqiao, as if afraid others wouldn’t know he can call her that?
Li Yehan shot a predatory glance at Zheng Qinnian, which actually startled him.
One is a scientist, and the other is a business magnate with immense power.
In terms of aura, Zheng Qinnian definitely couldn’t compete.
Nan Qiao nudged Li Yehan with her elbow, signaling him to tone it down and not make it so awkward for everyone.
Nan Qiao stood up, “Since things have been clarified, you all need to be more careful. Xie Fei has developed a medicine bag; take it with you when you go out to repel insects.”
What kind of insects, everyone understood without saying.
Mo Shaolin: “Sister-in-law, remember to prepare a few for me, prepare a few more, okay?”
Dog-head for keeping oneself safe!
Li Yehan: “Look at how cowardly you are.”
Mo Shaolin gave Li Yehan a look, letting him interpret it himself.
“Li Yehan, don’t speak so flippantly. You’re no longer a lonely soul like before, can you feel my emotions now? You’ve gained the beauty, and here I am, a lone soul from beginning to end, you don’t understand my hardship.”
Li Yehan: “…”
Li Yehan looked Mo Shaolin up and down and said meaningfully, “I truly do not understand your kind of hardship.”
Mo Shaolin: “!!”
Li Yehan is too much!
Too much indeed!
The tone and the look, were clearly mocking him!
Mo Shaolin felt terrible.
Li Yehan held Nan Qiao’s hand, “Qiaoqiao, let’s go first, don’t you have to go to the fashion company today? I’ll take you.”
Nan Qiao: “Yes, I need to go to the company.”
Nan Qiao also wanted to leave quickly, the resentful look from Mo Shaolin was too unbearable to face.
Huo Siyu got up and walked out, Mo Shaolin followed her out.
Zheng Qinnian, on the other hand, couldn’t leave; he was very busy today, and has been busy recently.
There were so many things waiting for him to handle, he was exhausted.
Zheng Qinnian walked into the lab, opened a hidden door, and walked in.
Inside was a laboratory, and on the operating table lay a man.
Zheng Qinnian sighed and shook his head, “Difficult, too difficult.”
…
Nan Qiao arrived at the fashion company.
Seeing Rong Yan again, Nan Qiao was stunned.
“Rong Yan, you’re not getting into bad habits, are you?”
Rong Yan shook his head repeatedly, “Mr. Qiao, please don’t joke with me, I really haven’t touched those things. I’m just suffering from insomnia, can’t sleep well, can’t eat well, looking haggard overall.”
It was the first time Nan Qiao saw Rong Yan like this, as if someone had drained his vitality.
“Come with me to the office.”
Rong Yan followed Nan Qiao with his design drafts, looking as if he had just been rescued from a place that robs organs, looking weary.
Nan Qiao entered the office, first making a “shh” gesture, then began to check once over to see if there were any listening devices or anything like that installed in the office.
After scanning for a while and finding nothing, she then sat down assuredly.
“Why the insomnia? Too much pressure? From your relationship with Fu Qingyan? Is she putting pressure on you?”
Rong Yan met Nan Qiao’s bright eyes, feeling a sense of being under the spotlight Re: his personal gossip.
Rong Yan scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed.
“Mr. Qiao, I… I don’t know what’s going on.”
“Let me check your pulse.”
Rong Yan quickly extended his arm, and Nan Qiao began to take his pulse to assess the situation.
Rong Yan didn’t dare speak, fearing he might disturb Nan Qiao’s pulse assessment.
His eyes, bloodshot, stared at Nan Qiao, being very careful, fearing that Nan Qiao might declare that he has some terminal illness.
After a while.
Nan Qiao’s hand left Rong Yan’s wrist, her face puzzled.
“Where have you been lately? Especially anywhere unfamiliar.”
Rong Yan: “I’ve been busy with work, just went to Huang Le Valley with Fu Qingyan, and a day-trip to the neighboring city.”
Nan Qiao’s gaze suddenly carried a hint of awkwardness, frightening Rong Yan into waving his hand.
“Mr. Qiao, don’t look at me like that, Fu Qingyan and I are innocent. So far, we’ve only held hands, not even kissed.”
Nan Qiao: “…”
No need to go into so much detail.
“Were there many people at the places you visited?”
“Not that many, maybe because it wasn’t a holiday, so there were fewer people.”
Nan Qiao took out a box of medicine from her bag, poured out a pill, and placed it on paper.
“Take this, let’s see how it goes first.”
Rong Yan had full trust in Nan Qiao, whatever she told him to do, he would do.
He found a bottle of water and swallowed the pill.
Nan Qiao laughed, “Aren’t you afraid I’m tricking you? Or trying to harm you?”
“Mr. Qiao, you saved my life, and you gave me this job. If you wanted to harm me, you would have done it long ago, no need to wait until now,” Rong Yan said with a grin.
Nan Qiao said, “Lately, you should set aside your tasks for a bit and let your subordinates handle them. You need proper rest and to recharge.”
Rong Yan couldn’t figure out what Nan Qiao meant by her words.
Was she trying to let him delegate authority?
Or was she hinting that he should leave the company?
Rong Yan stood there, dumbfounded.
Nan Qiao explained: “I just think you need to rest well, Rong Yan, don’t overthink it.”
Nan Qiao gave a few more instructions before letting Rong Yan leave the office.
…
Rong Yan returned to his office.
Soon, Fu Qingyan walked in.
Fu Qingyan was holding a thermos pitcher: “Rong Yan, I made some soup for you to replenish your body. You don’t look well; didn’t you sleep again?”
Rong Yan looked at the soup as Fu Qingyan already poured it out, handing it to him.
Rong Yan waved his hand: “I don’t have an appetite, just leave it there for now.”
Fu Qingyan sat down, eyes full of concern: “Just now, you went to Mr. Qiao’s office, what did she say to you?”