From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love-Chapter 393: Not Giving Jiang Linyu Face

Nan Qiao held onto Li Yehan, stopping him from hitting any further.

"Li Yehan, calm down, calm down. If you keep beating him, you’ll end up killing him."

Li Yehan glared at Li Tianhong fiercely. If Nan Qiao hadn’t been holding him back, he really might have killed Li Tianhong.

Dragging his injured body, Li Tianhong hurried away, as though terrified that Li Yehan might actually kill him.

Nan Qiao pulled Li Yehan back: "He’s already gone. Let it go. Kill him, and you’ll be held responsible—it’s not worth it."

Li Yehan said coldly, "I’d kill him and toss his body into the river."

Nan Qiao laughed bitterly and shook her head: "Do you think he’s the only one at the cemetery? What if someone else saw you?"

Nan Qiao soothed Li Yehan’s anger, and the two of them continued to pay respects at Li Yehan’s mother’s grave.

...

Li Tianhong left the cemetery and got into his car.

He touched his face—it was swollen.

"How’s it going?" Li Tianhong asked.

"It’s handled."

Li Tianhong responded with a faint hum: "Good, as long as it’s handled. At least getting beaten wasn’t for nothing."

Seeing his reflection in the mirror, Li Tianhong’s anger surged: "Li Yehan! He actually dared to beat me up like this!"

Li Tianhong didn’t say any more but instructed the driver to go back home.

At that moment, Li Yehan and Nan Qiao finished their tribute and left the cemetery.

Sitting in the car, Nan Qiao turned to Li Yehan and asked, "Why did Li Tianhong come to the cemetery to pay respects? He clearly knew you would come today. Was he deliberately waiting for you there?"

Nan Qiao’s words struck a chord. Hearing this possibility, he found it highly plausible.

"Qiaoqiao, you’re absolutely right."

Li Yehan took out his phone, sent a message, and ordered someone to track Li Tianhong to see what he was up to.

Putting the phone down, Li Yehan’s voice turned gentle: "Qiaoqiao, don’t worry. This is nothing—you don’t need to be concerned."

Nan Qiao replied with a soft "Mm." Li Yehan then drove her to school.

...

Li Yehan returned to his office, where Old Liu was already waiting for him.

"Mr. Li, you guessed right—Li Tianhong is indeed trying to make a big deal out of the video of you hitting him."

Li Yehan chuckled coldly: "He recorded a video?"

"Yes. He planted a concealed camera near your mother’s grave to capture the incident of you hitting him."

Li Yehan sneered: "Is that all?"

Old Liu nodded. "Yes, that’s the information I managed to uncover. When I broke into their house, Jiang Linyu was watching the video and discussing her plans."

Li Yehan said calmly, "You can go for now."

Old Liu nodded and left Li Yehan’s office.

Li Yehan picked up the phone and called Nan Qiao to inform her about the situation.

"Qiaoqiao, good thing you reminded me. You really are my lucky charm."

"So, what do you plan to do? Since they’re scheming against you from this angle, you should keep an eye out. Jiang Linyu might be down now, but there’s no guarantee she’ll stay in that state forever. If we don’t uncover the forces backing Jiang Linyu, neither of our families will ever be safe."

Who knows if Jiang Linyu has extended her reach to others?

"You’re absolutely right. We should investigate in this direction too. What if Jiang Linyu really has infiltrated other households?"

Nan Qiao agreed that the possibility was high. Jiang Linyu wouldn’t put all her eggs in one basket.

"Qiaoqiao, I’ll assign someone to the investigation."

"Alright, I have class now. I’ll hang up."

Nan Qiao hung up and headed into the classroom to attend her lesson.

...

Jiang Linyu and Li Tianhong were once again locked up in their home, unable to leave.

"It’s all your fault. Seriously, why did you have me go to the cemetery? Now everything’s blown up, and we’re caged in here. Tell me—what’s the plan going forward?"

"Tianhong, calm down. Don’t get angry. Let me think of something."

"What can you possibly come up with?" Li Tianhong demanded furiously.

Jiang Linyu endured Li Tianhong’s fury while dealing with the discomfort in her leg—her life wasn’t easy either.

"Tianhong, why don’t you tell me? What should we do now?" Jiang Linyu asked him.

If it hadn’t been for Li Tianhong botching things, they wouldn’t have ended up in this mess.

Li Tianhong’s anger flared again: "I should be the one asking you what to do! How am I supposed to know what to do with things like this?"

"Call your dad and explain the situation first. He has no right to keep us confined, and I need treatment for my leg—I could end up paralyzed otherwise."

Li Tianhong threw his phone at her: "You make the call."

Jiang Linyu: ??

Why is this falling on her again?

Jiang Linyu took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions—she needed to keep calm no matter what.

"Fine, I’ll call, I’ll make the call." Jiang Linyu answered.

She picked up the phone and dialed Old Mr. Li.

Using Li Tianhong’s phone, Jiang Linyu made the call, and Old Mr. Li answered.

"Dad, I can explain this."

"Explain what? I’m not your dad. Don’t try to cozy up to me." Old Mr. Li responded coldly.

Jiang Linyu was stunned by his words. She looked up at Li Tianhong.

Li Tianhong stayed silent, signaling for Jiang Linyu to keep talking.

Seeing his attitude, Jiang Linyu was furious—she had never encountered such an infuriating person.

Reluctantly, she suppressed her anger and continued: "Tianhong is your son, and he is my husband. I just wanted to explain the situation. Dad, can you stop allowing Yehan to keep us locked up? I need medical treatment for my leg; otherwise, I may end up paralyzed."

"What does your paralysis have to do with me?" Old Mr. Li asked coldly.

Jiang Linyu ground her teeth in frustration—she hadn’t expected Old Mr. Li to be so stubborn and unyielding.

She pressed on: "Dad, my leg really does need medical treatment. This whole ordeal was caused by Tianhong—it has nothing to do with me."

"How is it unrelated to you? If you hadn’t interfered in someone else’s relationship, causing Li Tianhong’s family to fall apart, would you be in this mess? You brought this on yourselves! All I have to say is—you both got what you deserved!"

Old Mr. Li’s words pierced her like relentless needles, making Jiang Linyu feel an intense urge to fight back.

She looked at Li Tianhong, who calmly sipped water and glanced elsewhere, acting as though he didn’t notice her gaze.

Fuming, Jiang Linyu maneuvered her wheelchair over to Li Tianhong and handed him the phone.

"Dad, Tianhong has something he wants to say to you."

Having been called out, Li Tianhong had no choice but to speak.

In an ingratiating tone, Li Tianhong said, "Dad, this is really just a misunderstanding. I recorded the video to show that lousy kid Li Yehan exactly how he treated me—I didn’t have any other intentions."

"No other intentions? Do you think I don’t know? Li Tianhong, I know you better than you know yourself. You’re deceitful and selfish, ungrateful, morally bankrupt, and downright despicable!"

Li Tianhong: ...

Old Mr. Li continued: "Don’t call me for no reason—I don’t want to hear your voice. If your mother and I had known what kind of person you’d turn out to be, we’d have sent you back before you were born, sparing the world the trouble. If your mother were still alive, she’d have slapped you silly!"

In a fit of rage, Old Mr. Li hung up, leaving Li Tianhong furious and tossing the phone back at Jiang Linyu: "Why are you giving me the phone? You were already talking to him—why drag me into it?"

Jiang Linyu rebuked him: "Li Tianhong, that’s *your father*. No matter what you do, he’s never going to actually kill you. I’m different—I’m just his daughter-in-law."

Li Tianhong stood up angrily: "So you’re just going to push the mess back onto me? Jiang Linyu, you’re absolutely ridiculous!"

Li Tianhong stormed off, leaving Jiang Linyu behind.