Chapter 416: Chapter 416: Brothers Are Like Clothes
Morning.
The early morning sunlight couldn’t penetrate the blackout curtains, leaving the room dark.
Nan Qiao shifted slightly, feeling soreness all over her body, as though her bones were about to fall apart.
The events of last night flashed through her mind, causing her body to stiffen.
Reaching out to grab her phone, she didn’t find it and instead touched a part of Li Yehan’s body.
Just awake, Li Yehan let out a low grunt, his voice deep: “Qiaoqiao, are you trying to make me sterile?”
Nan Qiao froze, realizing she had touched an unspeakable part of Li Yehan.
“Xiao Qiao, turn on the bedside lamp,” Li Yehan called out, and the lamp lit up, bathing the two of them in warm yellow light.
Nan Qiao, wrapped in a blanket, lifted the corner slightly and saw she wasn’t dressed.
Looking over at Li Yehan, his hair was slightly messy, but his energy was remarkable, seemingly unaffected by last night.
Nan Qiao reached for her phone again—great, it was already 10 a.m.
Nan Qiao frowned deeply and nudged Li Yehan.
“It’s 10 o’clock. Tell me, how are you going to leave my house now? What if my family finds you?”
Li Yehan chuckled lightly, pulling the blanket off Nan Qiao and draping it over himself. Then, he tugged Nan Qiao into his arms, their bodies tightly pressed together.
“Qiaoqiao, don’t worry. This is my house.”
Nan Qiao: “…”
Li Yehan wasn’t tired, but she was utterly exhausted.
When Nan Qiao spoke, her voice was still a little hoarse.
“You’re dreaming. If I stay with you another day, my bones really might fall apart. I’m beyond spent.”
Nan Qiao pushed Li Yehan away, wrapped herself in the blanket, and went to take a shower.
Li Yehan lay on the bed, picked up his phone, and checked his messages.
Mo Shaolin’s messages: 99+
Li Yehan opened them—all were melodramatic ramblings.
“Ye Han, let’s go drink!”
“You heartless guy prioritizing romance over broship—are we even friends anymore?”
“Li Xia asked if I still loved her. I don’t even know…”
Li Yehan didn’t bother to listen further—it was pretty clear what he meant.
Ignoring the remaining voice notes, Li Yehan typed out a reply.
Li Yehan: What, are you aiming for a ‘chasing-wife’ graveyard scenario?
Mo Shaolin quickly replied: Li Yehan, what did you do yesterday? Why didn’t you reply to me?
Li Yehan: I have a wife. Unlike you, a lonely orphan of the Mo Family.
Mo Shaolin: “!!!”
He was about to lose his mind!
Waking up to be emotionally wounded by Li Yehan made him burst with frustration.
“So Nan Qiao said yes to your proposal? But without a marriage certificate, you’re just one of her options, nothing more.”
Li Yehan: “…”
This retort hit him hard too.
Li Yehan continued typing: Your eye condition is cured? You’re overlooking Jiang Ningzhu and planning to chase Huo Siyu?
Mo Shaolin didn’t respond.
Li Yehan’s tinted lips curved slightly into a victorious smile.
Setting down his phone, Li Yehan climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom to shower with Nan Qiao.
…
The chef at Li Yehan’s house made a big breakfast again. Nan Qiao took a sip of the multi-grain soy milk, her face showing dissatisfaction.
Li Yehan radiated vitality and looked reinvigorated, eating more than usual.
Nan Qiao didn’t want to eat. Leaning against the chair back, she sighed deeply.
Li Yehan set down his chopsticks: “What’s wrong? Doesn’t the breakfast suit your taste?”
“I’m tired. I want to sleep.”
“I’ve already requested leave for you. Rest for now—you don’t have to go to work today.”
Nan Qiao: “…”
This damned man thought of everything.
Nan Qiao simply went upstairs to sleep—she was truly exhausted.
The room had already been fitted with fresh sheets. Nan Qiao buried herself in the blankets to sleep, and Li Yehan quietly closed the door.
Heading downstairs,
Li Yehan called Secretary Zhao.
“Secretary Zhao, I’m not coming into the office today. Handle the matters I left with you. Unless it’s an emergency, don’t contact me.”
Li Yehan found the housekeeper and gave instructions.
“Don’t prune the garden today. Everyone should work quietly.”
The housekeeper immediately understood: “Don’t worry, Young Master. We will absolutely ensure the Young Lady’s rest won’t be disturbed.”
Li Yehan nodded in satisfaction and added, “Ask the kitchen to prepare soup to nourish the Young Lady.”
Pausing to think, he added, “She likely won’t eat lunch, so prepare food for 2 p.m. instead.”
After issuing his orders, Li Yehan opened his laptop and started handling work remotely.
…
Nan Qiao woke up to find it was already 1 p.m.
When she went downstairs, the first thing she saw was Li Yehan working in his office.
His energy remained astonishingly good, seemingly untiring.
Li Yehan turned his head, saw Nan Qiao, and walked over to lift her off the ground into his arms.
“Li Yehan, what are you doing carrying me?”
“Walking is exhausting; I’ll carry you to eat lunch.”
Nan Qiao: “…”
Just as Nan Qiao sat down, the servants began bringing food dish after dish.
Nan Qiao started eating—she was genuinely starving and consumed quite a lot.
Li Yehan sat beside her, dining together.
After eating to satisfaction, Nan Qiao prepared to leave.
“I’ve got things to deal with this afternoon. I’m heading off now.”
“Qiaoqiao, am I more important to you or are those matters?”
Nan Qiao: “…”
The damned man, jealous?
“How dare you ask me that? It wasn’t for you dragging me here—I wouldn’t be so tired that I’m only now able to leave and handle business!” Nan Qiao crossed her arms and feigned anger.
Whoever gets angry first gets the upper hand.
Sure enough, Nan Qiao’s irritation made Li Yehan panic.
“Qiaoqiao, don’t be upset. It’s all my fault—I was wrong.”
Nan Qiao suddenly remembered something: “Why do you have… supplies in your house?”
Recalling Li Yehan’s actions last night, she hadn’t expected him to have such items in his bedside drawer.
Her irritation renewed.
Li Yehan explained, “I figured we’d need them sooner or later, so I prepared ahead. It’s not just in my house—you’ll find them at the property next to yours too.”
Nan Qiao: “…”
This damned man’s schemes were indeed plentiful.
Nan Qiao, bristling, stormed off while Li Yehan chased her, apologizing.
“Qiaoqiao, I was wrong.”
Nan Qiao replied, “Your punishment is to not contact me for the rest of the day.”
Terrified of making her angrier, Li Yehan nodded reluctantly.
Finally, he dropped Nan Qiao off near the pharmaceutical company.
Nan Qiao unbuckled her seatbelt: “Don’t forget your promise—not a word until tomorrow.”
She stepped out, leaving Li Yehan to watch her disappear into the distance.
…
At the pharmaceutical company, Nan Qiao met Xie Fei.
Xie Fei poured tea and water before sitting down.
“Mr. Qiao, just as you predicted, I was indeed followed and almost kidnapped. Thankfully, you warned me in advance and arranged for bodyguards to ensure my safety. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here with you today.”
Reflecting on it, Xie Fei couldn’t help but shiver.
“I’m here today to ask, are the medicines I requested ready?”
“They’re ready; it’s all here.”
Xie Fei stood up to collect the medicine and handed it over to Nan Qiao.
Nan Qiao took it, inspecting the contents before relaxing.
“Li Xia and Jiang Linyu are back on their feet; they probably won’t bother you again.”
“What!” Xie Fei was startled.
He was shocked—how could Li Xia and Jiang Linyu recover?
“Not me—someone else,” Nan Qiao clarified.
She would never have allowed those two to recover.
Xie Fei realized: “Whoever helped them must have outstanding medical skills and expertise in poison. Mr. Qiao, you should be careful.”
Nan Qiao acknowledged softly.
Xie Fei thought again—since Mr. Qiao was skilled in self-defense, would she even fear these pests?
“I’ll handle things for now; keep an eye on this matter. Be cautious—I fear Jiang Linyu and her associates might try to collaborate for the chance to steal trade secrets.”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Qiao. I’ll act with utmost caution and avoid troubling you.”
Nan Qiao nodded slightly, then left with the medicine in hand.