From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love-Chapter 392 This Home Needs a Mistress

Nan Qiao grabbed Li Yehan’s tie, her eyes seductive.

Li Yehan was pulled by the tie, meeting her enchanting gaze, his throat tightening.

"Qiaoqiao..." Li Yehan’s voice was hoarse, his gaze blazing.

He felt his blood boiling, all because of Nan Qiao.

Just as Li Yehan thought Nan Qiao would move closer, she unexpectedly pushed him away.

Li Yehan stood at the doorway, utterly baffled.

"Qiaoqiao?"

Li Yehan was about to approach her but was pushed away again by Nan Qiao.

"Li Yehan, don’t forget what I said tonight. For the rest of today, you’re not allowed to come near me. Goodnight." Nan Qiao shut the door and locked it.

The key on the door lock had long been taken back into the room by Nan Qiao.

Li Yehan stood at the doorway, unable to enter, unwilling to leave.

...

Li Yehan had a shower and had just sat down when he received a video call from Old Mr. Li.

Li Yehan hesitated briefly but seeing the call persist, he answered it.

"Yehan, can’t you let me live peacefully these last few years? You sent your own father to the police, causing those old folks to ridicule me."

Li Yehan responded calmly, "Grandpa, don’t you know why he ended up at the police station? He nearly killed Qiaoqiao. Think about it—do you want a granddaughter-in-law, or do you want that useless son?"

Old Mr. Li: "..."

This choice was truly too difficult.

"Yehan, you clearly know I would choose a granddaughter-in-law."

It wasn’t that Old Mr. Li didn’t pick Li Tianhong, but that useless son had caused him endless trouble.

"Yehan, after all, he’s your biological father. If you send him to prison, what would others think? If you refuse to see him, I can send him abroad. Would that work?" Old Mr. Li negotiated kindly.

"What if he comes back?"

"Yehan, he won’t be able to. I’ll take all his documents away. What do you think of that?"

Li Yehan found himself caught in the middle and understood both sides needed to compromise.

"Alright." Li Yehan agreed.

Old Mr. Li felt more at ease and reminded him, "I’ll send Qiaoqiao a gift later. This matter—it was entirely your father’s fault."

"Grandpa, this time, it was Jiang Linyu who instigated him to act. Jiang Linyu knows so much yet lets him take the blame and removes herself from it. She’s not simple—just look at her initial approach to him."

"I suspected as much back then, which is why I didn’t let Li Ye manage the company but handed it to you instead." In hindsight, it was indeed a wise decision.

Li Yehan added, "If necessary, if he’s truly implicated, Grandpa, I hope you can do what’s right even if it’s painful."

On the other end, Old Mr. Li stayed silent for a long time before responding, "Alright."

Everyone has to face the consequences of their mistakes, including Li Tianhong.

...

Nan Qiao woke up and had just opened the door when a maid brought over an outfit.

"Miss Nan Qiao, these clothes are sent by Mr. Li for you."

"Thank you." Nan Qiao accepted it.

It was a black evening dress designed by Huai Xi.

Nan Qiao changed into the dress and went to look for Li Yehan. The butler informed her that Li Yehan was training in the gym.

Nan Qiao entered the gym.

Li Yehan’s home gym was spacious and well-equipped.

Seeing Nan Qiao approach, Li Yehan moved toward her.

"Qiaoqiao, why not sleep a bit longer?"

Nan Qiao teased with a smile, "The butler told me you got up at three in the morning to run, barely slept after returning to your room, and then headed back to the gym after four?"

It was six in the morning now. Nan Qiao had slept in a little while Li Yehan had already been in the gym for two hours.

"Too much fire, couldn’t put it out." Li Yehan’s voice carried grievance.

Nan Qiao smirked, "Li Yehan, are you crazy?"

"Qiaoqiao, you’re driving me crazy."

Li Yehan leaned closer, and Nan Qiao stepped back two paces. "Li Yehan, go take a shower; you reek of sweat."

Li Yehan stepped back, "You go ahead and eat. I’ll go take a shower."

Nan Qiao nodded, and they walked out together.

...

Nan Qiao returned to the dining area and saw the table covered with food, almost resembling a buffet.

"Qiaoqiao, I asked the chef to prepare breakfast. He went all out trying to impress you since you rarely visit."

Nan Qiao: "..."

So over-the-top?

"Why does your chef behave like this?"

"Isn’t it obvious? He hopes his culinary skills will make you stay, so you’ll visit often."

Nan Qiao: "..."

Does everyone here want Li Yehan to marry soon?

Li Yehan lovingly remarked, "This household needs a mistress."

Nan Qiao: "..."

Nan Qiao didn’t reply and sat down to eat.

Li Yehan, having exercised excessively, ate quite a lot too.

When the plates were cleared, the chef clapped his hands in excitement.

"It looks like Madam really enjoys my cooking. I’m so thrilled! If she likes it, then Mr. Li must also like it. This means I can stay and cook here. I’m so happy!"

The kitchen helper shared in the joy, "Great! I get to keep working here at the Li Family as well."

The head chef excitedly exclaimed, "I’ll continue learning new dishes. Whatever Madam wants to eat in the future, I’ll make it for her without hesitation."

"Master Ma, I’m happy for you."

The group began discussing what dishes to prepare for Nan Qiao next time.

...

Li Yehan held a bouquet of chrysanthemums, accompanying Nan Qiao to the cemetery.

Nan Qiao finally understood why Li Yehan had asked her to wear a black dress.

Li Yehan was also dressed in a black suit, leading Nan Qiao toward his mother’s grave. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Before reaching the site, Li Yehan spotted Li Tianhong standing in front of the tombstone, glaring venomously and saying something.

As they got closer, Nan Qiao heard him saying, "You raised such a good son who wants to send me abroad! I’ll tell you what—his wishful thinking won’t come true! And you! Even in death, you disrupt my family!"

Li Yehan strode forward and punched Li Tianhong in the face.

Li Tianhong fell to the ground, blood spilling from his mouth.

"Li Tianhong, you’re not worthy of coming to my mother’s grave. Get lost!"

Li Tianhong stood up, wiped the blood from his lips, and glared fiercely at Li Yehan. "Li Yehan, whether you like it or not, I’m still your dad! You even conspired with your grandfather to send me abroad—what’s your endgame! Let me tell you, I won’t go abroad unless I’m dead."

Fed up with his arrogant face, Li Yehan punched him again.

Li Tianhong’s face swelled from the blows, yet he defiantly proclaimed, "Li Yehan, let me make it clear—I’m not leaving Jing City. If you want me to leave, you’ll have to kill me!"

Enraged, Li Yehan kicked him to the ground.

Nan Qiao stepped in, pulling him back. "Li Yehan, calm down."

Nan Qiao intervened at this moment, ensuring Li Yehan vented his anger.

Anyone who heard Li Tianhong’s words would want to hit him.

Li Tianhong seemed unafraid of being beaten, arrogantly declaring, "Li Yehan, I’m your father! How dare you hit me!"

Li Yehan coldly replied, "I am hitting you precisely *because* you are my father!"