Here is the translation:
"Don't overthink it. She 'cured' the poison in your body so we can be as happy as we are now. I just wanted to thank her, that's all," Qiao Ran said matter-of-factly.
Han Mo chuckled lightly and said tenderly, "Let me put the necklace on for you."
"Okay!" Qiao Ran tilted her head up, letting Han Mo put the necklace around her neck.
After putting on the necklace, Qiao Ran sat on the bed, facing Han Mo.
"How does it look?"
"Beautiful, but there's one more thing that would make it even better!" Han Mo replied, picking up a suitcase. A pile of documents in various colors fell in front of Qiao Ran. Han Mo's eyes darkened deeply as he stared at Qiao Ran's face. "Hmm, with these, it's even more perfect."
Recalling how she mistook the file bag downstairs for Han Mo's assets, Qiao Ran's lips curled into an awkward smile.
She had indeed underestimated his capabilities before.