From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love-Chapter 290: Are You Questioning My Ability?

Lan Qingran hung up the call, blacklisted the number, and then turned to call Li Yehan.

Before coming, Lan Qingran had investigated Li Yehan’s background and knew his mobile number, and he was also aware that Li Yehan was not a morning person.

Since he was woken up, Li Yehan might as well stay awake, and both could seethe together.

Lan Qingran called twice, and then Li Yehan on the other end finally picked up.

The tone of his voice didn’t sound too pleasant, which instantly made Lan Qingran feel a lot better.

Lan Qingran spoke, "Li Yehan, who exactly have you offended? Last night someone wanted to partner with me to take you down. They called me this morning with a plan ready, preparing to make a move against you. You are still like this, and you still want to be with Jingjing. I’m afraid Jingjing won’t get to marry you alive, you should break up with Jingjing."

Li Yehan— His annoyance from being woken up vanished as he sat up in bed, holding his phone and asked, "Who?"

"I don’t know who, but I do know they want to take you down. Li Yehan, you have so many enemies, yet you still want to be with Jingjing, you are just harming her."

Li Yehan did not expect these people would reach out to Lan Qingran.

"Lan Qingran, thank you for telling me about this. However, I still can’t hand Qiaoqiao over to you."

Lan Qingran— "..."

Lan Qingran said, "I’m not taking advantage of others’ misfortune, I’m just worried about Jingjing’s safety. Li Yehan, if you can’t protect Jingjing’s safety, then let her go. Your safety is not as important as Jingjing’s."

Li Yehan leaned against the headboard, the light from the lamp above his brow made his distinct features give off a cold, alienated vibe.

"Lan Qingran, thanks for the heads up."

"I’m not doing it for you, I’m worried about Jingjing."

Lan Qingran hung up the call.

Li Yehan, holding his mobile, could no longer sleep.

He got up and called Old Liu.

Old Liu, disrupted from his sleep, glanced at the caller, and immediately became alert, holding back any curses.

"Mr. Li."

"Check who Lan Qingran came into contact with after he returned to the hotel, investigate thoroughly!"

"Yes, Mr. Li!" Old Liu was startled.

He promptly got out of bed, started arranging tasks, and personally went to the hotel.

In less than half an hour, the man still in deep sleep was thrown before Li Yehan by Old Liu.

As the sky at 6:30 AM gradually brightened, the man—with a bruised face—lay on the ground like a dead dog.

When he slowly lifted his head and saw Li Yehan’s icy face, he was suddenly shocked.

"Li Yehan!" He was truly frightened.

Old Liu delivered a kick, "You dare to call Mr. Li’s name? What do you think you are?"

Terrified, the man trembled; he was asleep when someone barged into his house and dragged him up.

Before he could ask, he was greeted with fists.

He lay on the ground gasping for breath, dragged here.

Facing Li Yehan’s face, the man was frightened nearly to death.

He didn’t know how Li Yehan’s men had caught him.

The man shakily spoke, "Mr. Li, Mr. Li, it’s not my fault, did you catch the wrong person?"

Li Yehan squatted down, looked at the bruised man, and sneered lightly, "Are you questioning my ability?"

Old Liu kicked him down, "You dare question Mr. Li, who gave you the guts!"

The man was stupefied by the beating, how could everything he said be wrong!

The man was in so much pain from the beating, he could hardly bear it, Li Yehan’s men hit damned hard.

Old Liu asked again, "Who sent you here? Tell Mr. Li quickly."

Old Liu said with a mournful face, "Mr. Li, it’s not that I won’t say, but I truly don’t know who that person is. I just took the money to do the job. I don’t know his name either."

Old Liu clenched his fist and waved it in front of him, "You must at least know what he looks like."

"I didn’t see what this person looks like either. He was wearing a mask and a hat; I really have no idea."

Old Liu, furious, kicked him again, "You dare to do the job without knowing who it is, aren’t you afraid it might cost you your life!"

The man said helplessly, "I had no money; someone offered me some, so I did the job."

Old Liu remained silent.

No matter how he was interrogated, the man didn’t know who had hired him.

All he knew was the grievances between Li Yehan and Lan Qingran; beyond that, he was clueless.

Without any clues, Li Yehan had him handed over to the police.

Regardless of how the man pleaded, he couldn’t change the outcome.

Old Liu had caught him, but was unable to find out who was behind the scenes, which made him somewhat anxious.

Would Mr. Li be angry?

Thinking this, Old Liu cautiously said, "Mr. Li, I had questioned him before I came as well, no matter what punishment I used, he said he didn’t know what the person behind the scenes looked like."

Li Yehan didn’t speak; his deep eyes looked off into the distance, his brows tightly furrowed.

Suddenly, Old Liu felt that Li Yehan might already know who was behind it all?

That gaze inevitably made one think so.

...

When Nan Qiao woke up, she was informed that Lan Qingran had come.

Lan Qingran had brought seafood and some other gifts, and to her surprise, he had also brought a box of pearls as a gift for Nan Qiao.

A box full of pearls was a gift Lan Qingran had saved up for many years.

Now knowing that Nan Qiao and Li Yehan were in love, he had come to terms with it today.

Since he couldn’t be her lover, he decided to maintain a good friendship.

He didn’t want to lose Nan Qiao, such a good friend, such a good sister, such a dear family member.

Dressed in a skirt, Nan Qiao exited the elevator and heard Lan Qingran’s voice; "Uncle, Aunt, Jingjing is very nice; both my foster father and I like her a lot. If it hadn’t been for her and her master’s help, my foster father and I would have died long ago. Jingjing is my sister, closer than a real sister."

Nan Qiao smiled; it seemed Lan Qingran had come to terms with it.

Having known Lan Qingran for many years, she didn’t want to lose such a good friend.

Barefaced, Nan Qiao walked over, and Lan Qingran looked up, seeing the pure and lovely Nan Qiao as if time had turned back to their days on Shui Jing Island.

Jingjing seemed quite happy in this family.

Lan Qingran knew that the Bai Family was good to Nan Qiao, which put him at ease.

"Brother Qingran, why didn’t you tell me before you came?" Nan Qiao asked with a smile as she approached him.

"I was afraid you wouldn’t let me come if I told you in advance," Lan Qingran said, smiling gently, trying hard to restrain his emotions.

Perhaps, it was fate; he could only be Nan Qiao’s brother.

Nan Qiao walked over and sat beside Chen Xinwan.

"Brother Qingran, have you had dinner? I can ask Aunt Liu to make you something; her cooking is delicious."

"I’ve already eaten, Jingjing. I just came to see you. I have to return to Shui Jing Island today; I just came to check in."

Chen Xinwan, looking at Lan Qingran, said with a smile, "Qingran, why don’t you stay a few more days in Jing City, have a good time. Don’t leave today; have dinner with us at home. You’ve taken good care of Qiaoqiao for so many years; we really should thank you."

Chen Xinwan was very happy; Qiaoqiao had met Lan Yi and Lan Qingran—both such good people.

Someone who cherished her daughter so much, she was immensely grateful.