Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 104 Follow Him to the Dinner Party

Chapter 104: Chapter 104 Follow Him to the Dinner Party

The more she thought about it, the angrier Lin Qian got, and she pushed Yin Moran’s jacket against his chest, turning around to leave.

But just as she had taken a step, her arm was weighed down, and she was pulled back.

Lin Qian turned her head and looked at Yin Moran, huffing, "Let go! What more do you want to say to mock me, Yin Moran? Even if you’ve helped me, I can’t allow you to insult me without talking back!"

The woman’s huffy appearance was like a cute little hamster.

Yin Moran’s eyes stirred, and he unconsciously softened his tone, "Can’t even tell you a thing now? Is this how you treat a savior who has saved you time and again?"

If it hadn’t been for him happening upon the scene today, who knows what could have happened to her.

Just thinking of the earlier scene made Yin Moran’s breath fall heavier again.

"But you can’t just insult people like that."

Lin Qian muttered under her breath, eyes cast down and cheeks puffed, looking like a wronged little wife.

Her long eyelashes fluttered like a fan, ceaselessly brushing against the very tip of his heart.

Suddenly, Yin Moran felt his heart soften, his thin lips curving lightly, "That’s enough, don’t stand in the hallway drawing stares, come with me."

"Where are we going? I still have to work."

"Have you eaten? You can eat with that kind of man?"

Yin Moran stopped in his tracks and glanced at her, a flash of coldness in his eyes, as if he would pick her up and spank her if she said she had eaten.

Lin Qian subconsciously touched her stomach, licked her red lips and looked at Yin Moran, holding up a finger timidly, "I only had a piece of rib, that doesn’t count as having eaten, right?"

Her red lips were moist and enticing, and the way her little tongue grazed them inexplicably drew one’s mind astray.

Yin Moran’s dark eyes instantly deepened, tightening his grip on her arm.

Damn it, why did even her unconscious little movements stir a reaction in him?

He was going mad!

Yin Moran’s face was cold as he dragged Lin Qian towards his private room.

Lin Qian opened her mouth wanting to say something, but seeing his grim expression, she could only close it again, looking innocently at Han Chen who followed closely.

Touching Lin Qian’s gaze, Han Chen smiled reassuredly at her.

Because he knew, his boss intended to take her into the private room for dinner.

Inside the private room were several high-end associates who were hosting Yin Moran.

They were honestly taken aback when they saw Yin Moran bringing Lin Qian with him.

In their minds, inviting Yin Moran for a meal meant he despised them bringing female companions.

Presence of female companions could mean there were power-for-sex trades involved.

He had always loathed such behavior.

But now...

"Mr. Yin, I’ve never seen you bring a lady companion to a meal, who is this?"

One of the presidents inquired with a smile, voicing the curiosity of everyone present.

Their gazes measured Lin Qian, dressed in her plain professional attire, and they couldn’t fathom her identity.

"Eat your meal and don’t ask what you shouldn’t," Yin Moran said flatly, pulling Lin Qian to sit next to him.

Han Chen hurriedly passed his utensils to Lin Qian, then called for a waiter to bring another set.

Lin Qian, under the gaze of many hot eyes, felt excruciatingly awkward.

Without asking, she knew Yin Moran had a dinner engagement.

Yet he had brought her along.

How uncomfortable.

"What would you like to eat?"

Yin Moran’s magnetic voice came from beside her, and Lin Qian could actually hear a hint of tender indulgence.

She looked at him and saw him place a chopstick full of cold dishes into her bowl, "This is the signature cold dish of this restaurant, want to try it?"

His voice, gentle as water, with a tantalizing finish, made Lin Qian’s heart skip a beat, as if an electric current had swept through her.

This man, can he stop talking to her in that tone?

Unbearable!

"Oh, thank you."

Lin Qian steadied her trembling heart, lowered her eyes, and ate the food in her bowl at a leisurely pace.

She was completely unaware that the people around her held their breath, staring at the two of them as if they had seen some sort of monster.

At this moment, everyone had the same thought on their minds: could this man, who spoke so gently and was so caring to women, really be Yin Moran, the formidable ruler of the Yin Family known for his decisive and terrifying approach in the business world?

The private room fell into an eerie silence.

It was Han Chen who broke the ice, clearing his throat and prompting everyone at the table to start eating, "Don’t just stand there, let’s eat. President Wang, I’ll drink to you first."

"Oh, Assistant Han, I should be the one to toast you first."

"No worries, we’re all old acquaintances."

"..."

Finally, people began to eat, and after a few drinks, the atmosphere warmed up.

Some talked business and enjoyed each other’s company as they clinked their glasses.

There were also glances cast towards Lin Qian from time to time, with some curious to ask about her identity.

But when they met the chilly gaze from Yin Moran, they consciously looked away, no longer inquiring.

Lin Qian ate her meal quietly, going from an initial awkwardness to feeling quite at ease.

The food from this restaurant was quite delicious.

And with the constant service from the person next to her, incessantly serving her food, she hadn’t even had the chance to serve herself.

Such care was both heartwarming and astonishing.

As she noticed Yin Moran continued to add food to her plate without stopping, Lin Qian hastily tugged at his arm and shook her head,

meaning she couldn’t eat anymore.

Yin Moran’s brows arched slightly and his lips parted to ask, "Are you full?"

"Mm, I’m full."

"You’ve eaten so little? No wonder you’re so thin."

Yin Moran’s dark eyes scanned her like a laser, pausing momentarily over her chest, as if hinting at something.

Lin Qian’s face flushed red, her mouth moved as if she wanted to slam the table.

What did he mean?

Was he implying that she was thin there?

Such a rogue!

The sight of a woman’s anger was quite lively, and a fine smile flickered in Yin Moran’s eyes.

Leaning slightly toward her ear, he whispered, "Lin Qian, what’s got you so worked up? I didn’t say anything. Don’t overthink it; what I have seen is, after all... satisfactory."

Lin Qian: "..."

Did he mean that he had seen her chest, and it wasn’t small?

That man, so asking for a beating!

With her cheeks still flushed, Lin Qian would have liked to curse him out if it weren’t for the presence of others.

Her gaze swept to his arm, and she fiercely pinched the soft flesh before he could react, then she promptly got to her feet.

"Thank you everyone for your hospitality, I’m full and must be leaving now, please continue."

After politely acknowledging the others at the table with a nod, she gave Yin Moran a forced smile, then turned and quickly made her way to the exit.

"Qianqian, don’t wander around the store tonight, I’ll come pick you up."

His magnetic voice carried a hint of affection, causing Lin Qian to stumble, almost falling.

The murmurs of others followed from behind.

"Mr. Yin, stop keeping us in suspense, is Miss Qianqian going to be our future Young Mistress?"

"Indeed, Mr. Yin, we’ve never seen you be so caring and protective of a woman like this."

"I have, Mr. Yin is also very patient with his daughter."

"Haha, does that mean Miss Qianqian is like Mr. Yin’s daughter; one of the women he cherishes most?"

"..."