Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 107 Still Can’t Return Home

Chapter 107: Chapter 107 Still Can’t Return Home

Qianqian returned to the store not long before Su Yu’an called.

She stared silently at the phone screen, bit her lip, and cruelly hung up the call.

She didn’t dare answer.

She was afraid that once she answered his call, she would tell him about Gu Yan.

Such a good man, she really couldn’t bear to deceive him.

Putting the phone in her pocket, Qianqian exhaled and continued with her work.

A message came through on her phone, Qianqian hesitated for a moment before taking out her phone to glance at it.

It was still a message from Su Yu’an.

"Qianqian, are you okay? Really not coming to see me? Not even willing to take my call? I’m not a flood or a ferocious beast, I just want to be ordinary friends with you again, can we?"

Can we?

She was more than willing.

But...

Qianqian quickly looked up, swallowing the sourness in her throat, suppressing the tears at the bottom of her eyes.

She didn’t dare to have too much contact with him.

Fearing she couldn’t control herself, wanting to throw herself into his arms.

"If you’re going to break away, do it completely."

The words of Yin Moran echoed in her mind once again.

Yeah, she would listen to him.

She couldn’t be wishy-washy.

Qianqian sniffed, took a deep breath, put the phone back in her pocket, and paid no more attention to it.

The day’s work was busy and fulfilling.

Thank goodness for this job, it made Qianqian forget a lot of bothersome things.

In the evening, after talking on the phone with her son, she learned that the Yin Family’s driver had picked him up to the Yin Family villa again, which made her feel somewhat guilty.

The news about her had faded.

Actually, she and her baby could move back to the apartment now, right?

She was no kin to Yin Moran, living in his villa like this wasn’t proper!

Qianqian decided to talk to him about it that evening.

At the end of the workday, her colleagues changed clothes and said goodbye to Qianqian before leaving.

Qianqian began to pack up her things for the end of the day.

Another message beeped on her phone.

She glanced at it, a message from Yin Moran.

"Come down, I’m at the usual place."

The usual place?

The parking lot.

He really came to pick her up himself.

Why was there a mistaken impression of a boyfriend picking up his girlfriend from work?

Qianqian felt like covering her face.

She patted her hot cheeks, locked the door, and took the elevator straight to the underground parking lot.

As the elevator doors opened, Han Chen was already waiting for her at the car door.

Qianqian gave him a slight nod and sat down on the back seat he had opened for her.

On the back seat, the man’s noble figure sat as immaculately as ever.

The cold and faint light from the opened laptop screen reflected his handsome yet aloof face, captivating.

Qianqian settled herself, feeling her heart beat irregularly.

The car moved smoothly, and for a moment, silence filled the cabin.

Qianqian clipped her stray hair behind her ear and initiated the conversation, "Um, thank you for coming to pick me up tonight. The heat from the news has already dissipated, tomorrow my baby and I should be able to move back home."

Although she somewhat missed Little Candy, she couldn’t keep living in his house so ambiguously.

Moving back home?

Yin Moran’s hand stilled for a moment, and a faint glimmer flickered in his dark pupils.

His long fingers clicked open a file, he slightly tilted the laptop screen towards him, and his sensuous thin lips parted slightly, "Come here and look."

Look at what?

Qianqian, puzzled, shifted closer to look at the computer.

It was a surveillance video.

In the video, a few people holding cameras looked like journalists on a stakeout.

And the filming location seemed familiar.

Hey, isn’t that right below the apartment complex where she lived?

"Did you see? Although the news about you has cooled down, there are still plenty of journalists looking to ride on your coattails who aren’t giving up, hoping to interview you alone. Are you sure you want to move back in with Zirui now? Aren’t you afraid Zirui will be unnecessarily troubled?"

The man’s magnetic voice arose next to her ear, and Lin Qian pursed her lips, slowly sitting up straight.

These paparazzi really must have nothing better to do.

She wasn’t some big star; why were they fixated on her?

She didn’t care, but her baby was a different story.

Lin Qian felt both frustrated and helpless, her lustrous eyes sparkling, "Then, Zirui and I will have to trouble you for a while longer."

Looks like they’d have to shamelessly hide out at the Yin Family mansion a bit longer to avoid the storm?

The car suddenly shook subtly.

Yin Moran didn’t speak, only shooting a profound glance toward the front driving cabin, his handsome face revealing shades of darkness that only Han Chen would understand.

"Ahem, sorry, my hand slipped a bit."

Han Chen coughed lightly, suppressing the laughter on his face.

He silently praised his own boss for truly knowing how to play.

The people in the video pretending to be journalists were clearly fake, arranged by the boss himself that afternoon.

The boss, deserving of his title, had great foresight.

He had his own unique ways of getting people to stay.

It really impressed him.

Lin Qian, unaware that she had been fooled, felt another rush of gratitude towards Yin Moran and obediently rode the car back to the Yin Family mansion.

"Young master, Miss Lin, you’re back."

The butler welcomed the two of them with a smile covering his old face.

The two had returned together.

It seemed that the young master had taken a special interest in Miss Lin.

"Uncle Kun, where are the children?"

Yin Moran handed over his coat as he asked.

"The young miss and Young Master Lin are in Miss Lin’s room," replied the butler.

In Lin Qian’s room again?

Yin Moran slightly raised his eyebrows, looking towards Lin Qian.

"I’ll go up first to check on the kids."

Lin Qian pointed upstairs, smiled at Yin Moran and the butler, and then stepped up the stairs.

Her silhouette was slender.

Slim waist, long legs, the act of climbing the stairs accentuating her graceful form.

Yin Moran’s dark eyes stirred, his sexy Adam’s apple rolling subtly.

Suddenly he felt a bit jealous of the two little kids.

"Lin Qian, don’t indulge them. Make them sleep separately."

Lin Qian, climbing the stairs, paused, turned her head to look at Yin Moran with a face full of confusion.

The kids were so small, it should be alright to sleep with them for one night.

But since he was the boss, while she was under his roof, she had to listen to him.

Lin Qian murmured a complaint in her heart, acknowledged with a sound, and then entered her own room.

In the room, the two little ones were sitting on the bed.

Lin Zirui held his tablet, while Candy lay beside him, drowsy.

Hearing the door open, both of them looked towards the entrance.

Upon seeing Lin Qian, they immediately cheered.

"Mommy."

"Mommy, you’re back."

Candy was the most excited, immediately casting off her sleepiness, scurrying down from the bed to Lin Qian and hugging her beautiful legs.

Lin Qian’s heart softened, and she crouched down to kiss her sweet milk-scented cheek.

"What are you two doing? Why haven’t you gone to sleep yet?"

"Mommy, Zirui is so great!"

Candy pulled Lin Qian’s hand with a proud expression, "The school got a notice about a computer networking application competition, and they will select fifteen outstanding representatives from many schools and many kids to participate in the contest. Zirui has already passed the preliminary selection today. If he makes it through the final selection, he’ll be able to compete with kids selected from other schools!"