From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love-Chapter 389: Such a Sweet Talker

Li Xia sat in her wheelchair, arriving at the front door of Huo Siyu’s house.

She knocked on the door, pitiful and aggrieved: "Miss Huo, could you please open the door? I really didn’t try to harm you. I don’t know who is trying to frame me, but I truly didn’t hurt you. When you were with Brother Shaolin, I didn’t do anything either."

Inside, Huo Siyu remained silent, perhaps not at home.

Li Xia continued pitifully: "Miss Huo, I’ve never tried to hurt you. Could you help me find Nan Qiao to help me stand up again?"

Nan Qiao let out a cold laugh—was she really waiting here?

Li Xia still wanted to stand up again. Oh, how daring she was.

At this moment, Huo Siyu opened the door.

Standing at the doorway, Huo Siyu crossed her arms, her face cold and arrogant.

Her gaze swept over Li Xia, and she sneered lightly, "You’re not dead yet?"

Li Xia: "..."

How did Huo Siyu’s personality become like this?

Back when she was Yun Xia, her temperament was soft like cotton candy, but now it had hardened so much?

"Miss Huo, I can’t stand up anymore. I really didn’t harm you. What do I need to do to make you believe me?"

Huo Siyu responded coldly, "Then go ahead and die—if you die, I’ll believe you."

Li Xia: "..."

Nan Qiao stood not far away, watching the scene unfold, barely stopping herself from bursting into laughter.

What kind of ridiculous drama was this?

Li Xia was practically holding her anger in, though she desperately wanted to lash out.

Li Xia swallowed her anger and said in a melodramatic tone, "Miss Huo, you can hit me or scold me, but could you please ask Nan Qiao to help me stand up?"

"I’m right here—why don’t you ask me directly instead of talking to her? Does she have the power to make your legs stand again?" Nan Qiao walked over, carrying some items.

Out of the corner of her eye, Li Xia caught sight of a familiar figure. Grabbing Huo Siyu’s hand, she pleaded urgently, "Miss Huo, please help me. I really don’t want to stay in this wheelchair—I want to stand again. Miss Huo, I beg you, help me. I promise I’ll stop contacting Brother Shaolin in the future, is that good enough?"

Huo Siyu winced at the pain in her hand and instinctively tried to pull it away.

At that moment, Li Xia toppled over—wheelchair and all—onto the ground.

"Miss Huo, don’t push me, it hurts so much..."

Mo Shaolin dashed over as fast as he could and scooped Li Xia off the ground.

Looking at Huo Siyu, Mo Shaolin’s gaze turned icy cold.

"Why did you push her? She was only asking for your help—why treat her this way?"

Huo Siyu: ??

"Mo Shaolin, are you blind? When did I push her? Look at my hand—it’s covered in marks from her gripping it."

Huo Siyu held up her hand. Mo Shaolin only glanced at it briefly before Li Xia cried out, "Brother Shaolin, my leg hurts so much."

Mo Shaolin, clutching her tightly, hurriedly left as if delaying even a moment might bring catastrophe to Li Xia.

Huo Siyu let out a cold laugh: "Mo Shaolin, that blind fool—let him be."

Huo Siyu accepted the items Nan Qiao had brought: "Qiaoqiao, come in quickly—I made some ’shuangpi nai.’ Try it and tell me what you think."

Nan Qiao sat down as Huo Siyu brought the ’shuangpi nai’ over, generously topped with garnishes.

"Qiaoqiao, have a taste."

Nan Qiao picked up a spoon, took a bite, and praised Huo Siyu for her excellent cooking skills.

Huo Siyu tasted it as well and remarked, "I have quite the gift for cooking, don’t I? I think I did an excellent job."

Nan Qiao noticed that Huo Siyu didn’t seem upset or despondent and began to wonder if Huo Siyu truly had moved on.

Huo Siyu leaned against the sofa, laughing: "Qiaoqiao, don’t worry about me. To me, Mo Shaolin is no more than a passerby—a stranger I wouldn’t even talk to. He has nothing to do with me, and there’s no reason for me to get angry over him."

Nan Qiao felt reassured. Huo Siyu had genuinely let go.

"Don’t worry about me; I’m returning to the company tomorrow to get back to earning money. Men only slow my ability to make money—I won’t let a mere man stop me from moving forward."

Nan Qiao said, "My mom’s company collaborates with ours, but she still doesn’t know I’m the owner behind the pharmaceutical company. If you deal with her, don’t forget to help me keep my little secret."

"Qiaoqiao, your family doesn’t know about this secret identity of yours?"

"Not yet. I can’t afford to be discovered—I don’t want my parents worrying about me over everything."

Huo Siyu nodded: "Don’t worry, I’ll help you protect your secret identity."

The two exchanged a knowing smile, each understanding what the other was thinking.

Nan Qiao and Huo Siyu then began discussing the recent developments in their company, their focus shifting entirely to work.

...

Work had ended for the day.

Li Yehan arrived to pick up Nan Qiao for dinner.

Nan Qiao got into the car.

"Where are we dining tonight?"

"Forest Restaurant."

Nan Qiao: "That’s a thing? Dining in the forest?"

"Yes, there are gentle animals, gorgeous flower fields, and a lake."

Nan Qiao felt a surge of excitement—was such a beautiful place really possible?

Li Yehan always took Nan Qiao to new spots for meals, repeating only at restaurants with particularly exceptional food.

Nan Qiao sat in the car and recounted the scene earlier where Mo Shaolin carried Li Xia and left.

"If it were you, who would you believe—Li Xia, or me with scratched-up hands?" Nan Qiao asked.

"You, of course. Whether or not your hand is scratched, I would always trust you. I know you’re not that kind of person—unless someone truly provoked you."

Nan Qiao said, "It’s always because Mo Shaolin cares more about Li Xia than Si Yu. Even if he does care for Si Yu, her place in his heart is far less than Li Xia’s."

"Mo Shaolin is an idiot when it comes to emotions—he’s completely blind." Li Yehan spoke candidly.

In Li Yehan’s opinion, Mo Shaolin should never have chosen the overly dramatic Li Xia.

Li Yehan chuckled: "Mo Shaolin doesn’t compare to me—I know how to pick the best."

Nan Qiao: "..."

"Can you stop flattering yourself?"

"Qiaoqiao, I’m telling the truth. You’re so wonderful—gentle, charming, reasonable—the perfect girl."

Nan Qiao couldn’t help but laugh: "Li Yehan, did you eat sugar today? Your words are so sweet."

Li Yehan hit the brakes, turning to look at Nan Qiao: "You didn’t kiss me, how could you know whether I ate sugar or not?"

Nan Qiao: "..."

"Li Yehan, hurry up and drive—I’m starving."

Li Yehan continued driving, understanding that Nan Qiao was avoiding a kiss.

...

The car drove along a winding road, and Nan Qiao noticed lush trees on both sides.

Seeing the restaurant here piqued Nan Qiao’s curiosity.

As the car moved forward, Nan Qiao spotted some peacocks and even a small deer drinking water.

She rolled down the window, beaming with delight: "Wow, the setting is so nice—so beautiful."

When the car stopped, Nan Qiao and Li Yehan stepped out together.

Li Yehan reached for Nan Qiao’s hand, and the two strolled along the path.

The restaurant lay just ahead, and Nan Qiao noticed others stepping out of their cars and heading in the same direction.

"Qiaoqiao, if you like this place, I’ll buy it for you."

"No need." Nan Qiao hesitated to accept more gifts from Li Yehan.

Li Yehan was extravagantly generous, but she felt she shouldn’t accept any more.

Amid the crowd of people, Nan Qiao caught sight of a familiar face.