Chapter 415: Chapter 415: Start Eating Meat
Nan Qiao hadn’t realized that a matter of addressing someone could cause such an uproar.
At this moment, Nan Qiao was at Huo Siyu’s house.
Huo Siyu had moved to a new place, and Nan Qiao came to visit her.
Huo Siyu was lifting dumbbells. When she saw Nan Qiao coming over, she put them down.
“Qiaoqiao, you’re here. I just made milk tea; let me get you a cup.”
Huo Siyu handed Nan Qiao a cup of milk tea.
Nan Qiao accepted it and took a sip.
“Not bad, it’s really tasty.”
Huo Siyu smiled brightly and handed over a set of documents to her.
“Qiaoqiao, I went to Dao Country a few days ago. Jiang Linyu’s identity is indeed extraordinary. She’s connected to a lot of people, and there are intermediaries helping her network. Jiang Linyu is a pawn for someone, working on their behalf. Following the clues and threads I found, I tracked down this man.”
Huo Siyu pulled out a photo and placed it on top of the documents.
“Someone from Dao Country?”
Huo Siyu nodded. “This man owns a company that has dealings in Hua Country. After Jiang Linyu married Li Tianhong, she collaborated with this company multiple times, generating significant profits for them.”
Profit funneling.
“If we assume the one who swapped the child was her, then she orchestrated all of this to convert the assets of several families into her own.”
Huo Siyu snapped her fingers. “Qiaoqiao, you’re spot on.”
Nan Qiao laughed. “This is just speculation, but it checks out. Let’s investigate along these lines. Jiang Linyu calculated everything, except for Li Yehan’s role within the Li Family. Li Yehan’s emergence disrupted her plans. As for the Bai Family, my return thwarted Bai Yurou’s schemes.”
Huo Siyu chuckled. “Encountering you really meant they hit a wall. You and Li Yehan teaming up—unstoppable, invincible everywhere.”
“Are you sent by Li Yehan? You’re actually helping him speak up.”
“Qiaoqiao, I’m just stating the truth. You and Li Yehan together truly make a great match.”
Nan Qiao’s mind involuntarily flashed scenes of her time with Li Yehan.
Li Yehan treated her well, and the two of them worked in perfect rhythm.
Huo Siyu nudged Nan Qiao with her elbow. “You two mesh so well in daily life—what about in bed?”
Nan Qiao’s face flushed red. “We’re in a pure and innocent relationship.”
Their friendship was such that nothing was off-limits.
Nan Qiao and Huo Siyu shared this kind of bond, with no need for pretenses.
Seeing Nan Qiao’s shy expression, Huo Siyu shook her head and said, “Qiaoqiao, even if you sleep with Li Yehan, it’s no big deal.”
Nan Qiao stammered in embarrassment. “We’ve both been really busy; there’s no time for that.”
Huo Siyu couldn’t help but laugh and cry. “Qiaoqiao, strike while the iron’s hot. That’s the best advice I can give you.”
Nan Qiao quickly changed the subject and steered their discussion elsewhere.
…
Li Xia called Mo Shaolin’s phone, but he didn’t pick up.
After a long wait, Mo Shaolin finally returned her call.
“Xiaxia, is something wrong?”
Li Xia frowned; Mo Shaolin had changed.
The Mo Shaolin of the past would never have spoken to her in such a detached tone.
“Brother Shaolin, what’s wrong with you? You don’t sound like you’re in a good mood.”
“Ran into a few issues, but they’re all resolved now.”
“Brother Shaolin, if you need my help, just say the word—I’ll absolutely help you.”
“Thanks.” Mo Shaolin’s tone remained flat.
Li Xia then tried to find another topic. “Brother Shaolin, I can stand now.”
“Really? That’s wonderful. Congratulations!”
Li Xia: “…”
What happened to Mo Shaolin?
What could he have encountered?
Li Xia thought for a moment and then asked, “Brother Shaolin, do you still like me?”
Mo Shaolin hadn’t expected Li Xia to say something like that.
It was the sentence he’d waited years to hear.
However, hearing it now stirred no excitement within him.
Some things, once past, are simply past.
“Xiaxia, of course I like you,” Mo Shaolin replied.
Li Xia confidently smirked. She knew that as long as she beckoned him, Mo Shaolin would come to her like an eager dog.
Just as she was feeling triumphant, she heard Mo Shaolin say, “I’ve always seen you as a sister, so naturally, I like you.”
Li Xia: “…”
What’s wrong with Mo Shaolin?
Sisterly affection from a brother?
The Mo Shaolin of the past wasn’t like this!
Li Xia was furious but managed to suppress her anger.
“Brother Shaolin, is your affection for me really that of a brother for a sister?” Her voice carried a hint of sadness.
At that moment, Mo Shaolin was drinking, and Li Xia’s pitiful voice reached his ears, but his mood felt different than before.
In the past, he would’ve quickly pacified Li Xia, rather than letting her go on and on like this.
But now, he didn’t want to untangle things with her anymore.
“Xiaxia, I have something to take care of. I’ll hang up first.”
Without hesitation, Mo Shaolin ended the call.
Mo Shaolin couldn’t understand why he was acting this way.
On Li Xia’s end, her anger boiled over as she slammed her phone down.
…
At night, Li Yehan accompanied Nan Qiao to a bustling street stall for barbecue and beer.
Nan Qiao shared the information Huo Siyu had uncovered with him.
Li Yehan said, “Qiaoqiao, your analysis is very sharp. Jiang Linyu approached Li Tianhong not for him, but for the Li Family behind him.”
Old Mr. Li had grasped power tightly when he learned Li Tianhong wanted to marry Jiang Linyu, refusing to hand it over to his grandson.
Nan Qiao picked up her beer glass, but Li Yehan snatched it from her.
“Qiaoqiao, you can’t drink any more. If you keep going, you’ll end up drunk.”
“Don’t be silly—I can hold my liquor. A thousand drinks and I’m still fine.”
Li Yehan held her hand, stopping her from grabbing the glass. “Qiaoqiao, be good. You’ve already had enough.”
“I’m very sober. I haven’t had too much.”
No matter what Nan Qiao said, Li Yehan didn’t let her drink again.
After settling the bill, Li Yehan carried Nan Qiao to the car.
“Qiaoqiao, let’s go back to my place.”
Nan Qiao leaned against the seat back with a muffled groan.
…
Li Yehan carried Nan Qiao and placed her on his bed.
As he supported himself with his arms on the bed, he gazed closely at Nan Qiao. Their eyes met.
“Qiaoqiao, you’ve had too much to drink. Stay at my place tonight,” Li Yehan said, his eyes smoldering.
Faced with his gaze, Nan Qiao reached out, tracing his nose, then sliding over his cheek, and finally resting her fingers on his Adam’s apple.
Li Yehan’s Adam’s apple bobbed instinctively as his voice deepened, slightly hoarse. “Qiaoqiao, don’t play with fire.”
Nan Qiao chuckled slyly, her words tinged with the faint scent of alcohol. “So what if I play with fire?”
Li Yehan caught her restless little hand, leaning in closely to whisper in her ear. “I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it.”
“I don’t believe it…”
The girl’s enticing voice stirred an undeniable yearning within Li Yehan.
Li Yehan captured her earlobe between his lips, sending electric shocks through her body.
His kisses traveled from her earlobe down to her alluring collarbone.
“You don’t believe me? Then let me convince you.”
Li Yehan sealed her lips, leaving no chance for her to utter any words of regret.
His actions, like a hunter trapping his prey, grew intense.
His large hands roamed downward, grazing her slender legs.
Nan Qiao wrapped her arms around his neck, giving a playful smile.
As if granted permission, Li Yehan began his conquest.