From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love-Chapter 397: Calm Down

Li Yehan was handling documents, wearing headphones and leaning against the chair back as he chuckled softly, "Mo Shaolin, has your brain been kicked by a donkey?"

"Ye Han, Xiaxia said that her leg was done by Nan Qiao. Nan Qiao poisoned her, so surely she can cure her. Xiaxia is still so young; how can she live her life confined to a wheelchair?"

"How she lives her life—what does that have to do with me?"

Li Yehan remained cold and callous, even challenging him, "Mo Shaolin, it seems your brain really has been kicked by a donkey. You can’t even tell the good people from the bad ones."

"Ye Han, Xiaxia is practically your half-sister—how can you say something like that?"

"Mo Shaolin, I’ll say it one last time: Li Xia’s leg has absolutely nothing to do with our Qiaoqiao. She brought this on herself through her own wrongdoing. Li Xia isn’t a good person either—you have terrible taste."

Mo Shaolin: "..."

Mo Shaolin’s anger grew uncontrollably, but no matter what he said, Li Yehan refused to agree.

"Mo Shaolin, since you’ve chosen to side with Li Xia, you should stay with her on the same front. Make sure you don’t regret today’s decision."

Hearing Li Yehan’s icy tone, Mo Shaolin knew he was angry.

Mo Shaolin lowered his voice and said, "Ye Han, we’re good brothers, and I still trust Xiaxia. I don’t believe she would do something like that. Ye Han, could you please talk to Nan Qiao and ask her to help?"

"Qiaoqiao won’t detoxify her, nor will she treat Jiang Ningzhu’s leg."

Li Yehan hung up the phone and stood up.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Li Yehan’s deep-set eyes betrayed nothing but disgust.

Li Yehan picked up his phone and dialed Old Wu.

"Find out how Mo Shaolin came to know Jiang Ningzhu, and how he ended up falling for her."

Li Yehan was curious if Jiang Ningzhu had saved Mo Shaolin’s life, which might explain why he became so blindly devoted to her.

Dating isn’t scary; what’s scary is being a love fool.

Li Yehan hung up the phone and resumed working at his desk.

At that moment, Nan Qiao’s video call came through.

Li Yehan immediately answered, switching moods in an instant, "Qiaoqiao, you’re still awake? If you can’t sleep, just call me anytime—I’ll keep you company."

"Li Yehan, let me ask you—what’s going on with Mo Shaolin? He’s been harassing Si Yu again, forcing her to move out overnight. You’re the big-shot tycoon who controls the business world with a snap of your fingers—how do you even know someone like Mo Shaolin? How did you two become friends?"

Li Yehan: "..."

Mo Shaolin had caused trouble for him again!

Li Yehan sighed and explained, "Back when I was abroad, I didn’t have any friends. But I aced every class, always ranked first. Mo Shaolin was perpetually second, never able to surpass me. Eventually, he would often come to me, wanting to learn how I maintained my grades. Over time, we became friends. Back then, he was also smart—not like now, as if his intelligence had been nerfed."

Nan Qiao asked, "How did he meet Li Xia? Did she save Mo Shaolin’s life, leading him to be such a love fool?"

"I’ve already asked someone to investigate. I’ll send you updates once I have them. I also want to know why Mo Shaolin would fall for her."

Nan Qiao was equally curious. How could someone as smart as Mo Shaolin stumble so badly when it came to relationships?

"Qiaoqiao, calm down."

"I’m really too curious about this; I want to know immediately why Mo Shaolin fell for Li Xia."

Li Yehan smiled and comforted her, "Once I have the results, I’ll send them to you immediately, okay?"

Nan Qiao responded with a soft "Mm," before saying, "I’m hanging up now."

Li Yehan: "..."

She hung up so quickly before he could say more?

Nan Qiao ended the call, grabbed a popsicle, and started eating to cool down.

She was just about to look into things herself when Li Yehan’s video call came through again.

Nan Qiao answered, and Li Yehan said, "I’ve found out—Li Xia really did save Mo Shaolin’s life."

Nan Qiao: "..."

What a coincidence?

"Could it be a scheme by Li Xia?" Nan Qiao was skeptical.

Li Yehan replied, "The specific details are still under investigation. I also find it hard to believe Jiang Ningzhu would risk her life to save Mo Shaolin."

Li Yehan didn’t know Jiang Ningzhu very well, but from what he could see, she was selfish, ruthless, and cold-hearted.

Risking her life to save someone? Jiang Ningzhu wouldn’t do such a thing.

"Qiaoqiao, if Jiang Ningzhu didn’t genuinely save him and it’s all part of her scheme, I’ll make sure Mo Shaolin knows the truth. Right and wrong—let him decide. If he still insists on this path, I’ll cut ties with him."

Nan Qiao giggled, "Aren’t you afraid he’ll say, ’Brothers are like clothes’?"

"He can say whatever he likes. I won’t let him hurt you," Li Yehan replied firmly.

Nan Qiao’s clear, bright eyes fixed on Li Yehan in the camera. Seeing his unwavering expression warmed her heart.

"Li Yehan, thank you for investigating this."

"Qiaoqiao, why are you being polite? I’ve already told you—everything I have is yours. My network is also entirely yours."

Nan Qiao could have commanded an investigation herself, but she didn’t.

She felt awkward using Li Yehan’s network; after all, she had her own resources too.

"Li Yehan, you should rest early."

"Qiaoqiao, you too."

Nan Qiao gently responded with a "Mm" and hung up the call again.

...

When Mo Shaolin woke up, his face was bruised and swollen.

He put on sunglasses and a mask and went to Huo Siyu’s house.

He still wanted to discuss things with Huo Siyu, hoping she could ask Nan Qiao to help treat Li Xia’s leg.

Mo Shaolin didn’t dare go directly to Nan Qiao, fearing he’d anger her and bring Li Yehan’s wrath upon himself.

He knocked on the door, knocked again—nobody was home.

At that moment, the security guard came out of the elevator, saw Mo Shaolin standing there, and didn’t seem surprised.

"Stop knocking—Miss Huo has moved out." Moving out overnight—she must be trying to avoid this man, right?

The security guard scrutinized Mo Shaolin. He dressed well but bullied women—what a scumbag.

"She moved out? When did she move out?"

Mo Shaolin checked the time on his watch—eight in the morning.

So early?

Mo Shaolin couldn’t believe it.

The security guard said, "Miss Huo moved out overnight. Someone came to help her pack and left our complex at around 1 a.m."

Mo Shaolin was in disbelief. How could Huo Siyu have moved away?

He asked, "Can I borrow your phone to make a call? Thanks."

The security guard unlocked his phone and handed it over.

Mo Shaolin didn’t need to find Huo Siyu’s number—he directly entered it and dialed.

The voice on the other end informed him the number was no longer in service.

Mo Shaolin was stunned—Huo Siyu had left and even canceled her number?

"Do you believe it now? Miss Huo has indeed moved out. The apartment is being put up for sale. She said she’ll never come back. If you show up, the message for you is: don’t disturb her life anymore and don’t seek her out."

Mo Shaolin stood there in shock, feeling an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

Did Huo Siyu really want nothing to do with him?