Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 109 You Are a True Gentleman

Chapter 109: Chapter 109 You Are a True Gentleman

Yin Moran got angry?

Could it be that she misunderstood him?

Lin Qian’s almond eyes twinkled as she pointed at the stack of photos, whispering softly, "Then these photos..."

It’s no wonder she got the wrong idea!

He was a normal man, after all, bound to have needs.

Yet there didn’t seem to be any woman linked to him romantically.

Aside from Qiao Xiya, whom he had even denied having any relationship with.

So how did he satisfy his needs?

Women’s eyes were full of gossip, and Yin Moran was both amused and exasperated by it.

He stood up, striding towards Lin Qian, with a faint glimmer in his dark eyes.

"Lin Qian, do you really think I have such low tastes?" he asked.

The man’s gaze was unfriendly; Lin Qian quickly shook her head, swallowing hard and backing away until she reached the corner of the room. "No, you’re a perfect gentleman."

Her mind had just been playing tricks on her.

Yin Moran couldn’t possibly have any peculiar fetishes.

"So, are you pitying me for not having a woman?" he asked.

Yin Moran leaned one hand against the wall and lifted her delicate chin with the other, his voice low and seductive, "Since that’s the case, why don’t you repay me once, and take care of my needs? Hmm?"

The upward lilt of his voice was bewitching and mischievous.

The warmth from his hand was scorching against her skin.

The man’s handsome face was dangerously close, tantalizingly so.

Thump, thump!

Her heart raced uncontrollably, as if it would leap out of her chest at any second.

Lin Qian stared blankly at the man’s face drawing closer, forgetting to react.

Gurgle!

Whose stomach was that, breaking the seductive silence?

Lin Qian snapped back to reality and hurriedly pushed the man in front of her, her face flushed red.

"The... The noodles are going to get clumpy; you should go eat."

Oh my God!

The man was indeed a devil, bewitching her without a sound.

Lin Qian, your self-control is truly terrible!

Pushed away, Yin Moran looked at her flushed face with dark, heavy eyes.

Silly woman, he didn’t want noodles right now; he wanted her!

Taking a deep breath to calm his desires, Yin Moran sat back down in his executive chair.

Lin Qian let out a sigh of relief and was about to speak when she heard Yin Moran say, "Our company’s new product is launching, and we’re looking for the right spokesperson. These photos were selected by the advertising department as potential candidates."

Was he explaining to her why he had those celebrity photos?

So it was work-related.

What was she mindlessly worrying over before?

Lin Qian gave an awkward laugh and, thinking of something, asked, "I remember Qiao Xiya being your regular spokesperson. Why aren’t you using her this time?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Moran’s brow wrinkled slightly, and he looked up at her with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, "You want me to use her?"

Lin Qian: "..."

That question wasn’t really hers to answer, was it?

Why did she get the impression that she could act like she was the mistress of the house for him?

Cough!

She was overthinking!

Lin Qian’s face turned red, and suddenly, the image of another person flashed through her mind.

The apricot eyes swiveled before she quickly walked over to the desk, "I want to recommend a female artist to you, I think her image is quite good, can I?"

Recommend a female artist to him?

Yin Moran’s brows quirked slightly as he met the woman’s expectant gaze and curled his lips slightly, "Who do you want to recommend?"

"Fang Tong!"

Lin Qian suppressed a smile and pulled out her phone to find Fang Tong’s details, placing the phone in front of Yin Moran, "Look, she has a delicate and charming appearance, an aura that’s both noble and elegant, and she would definitely make a great image ambassador."

Fang Tong?

He hadn’t even heard the name before.

Where had she found her?

Yin Moran glanced at the woman’s photo and then back at Lin Qian, "Is she your friend?"

"No! She’s my idol."

Lin Qian blurted out: "Regarding the watch incident, when Ye An’an and Lu Jun were slandering me in the store, and everyone else was criticizing me, only she stood up to help me."

So that was it?

It was unexpected that this little woman would remember a good turn.

But why didn’t she seem to remember to repay his kindness?

After all, he had helped her several times.

Yin Moran watched Lin Qian with interest, his lips curving, "Lin Qian, as you know, the Yin Group is a century-old enterprise, and we strive to be the best in all aspects. This Fang Tong has no fame at all; to be the new image ambassador for the Yin Group’s product, she’s not quite up to standard."

Is that so?

Indeed, Fang Tong was a newcomer with no fame.

But she still wanted to fight for this good girl.

Lin Qian looked at Yin Moran, "Won’t you consider it? Just look at her, she’s really beautiful, and I believe if you just give her a chance, she definitely won’t disappoint you."

"In the entertainment industry, there are plenty of beautiful actresses; why should I risk choosing one without any fame?"

Yin Moran finished the last few strands of noodles and, taking a napkin from the side, elegantly wiped the corners of his mouth.

"But Fang Tong is not only beautiful; her acting is very good too. If you don’t believe me, go watch the blockbuster movie she was in; it will be a refreshing experience."

Lin Qian leaned forward, hurriedly scrolling down the phone screen so Yin Moran could see Fang Tong’s profile.

A scent of perfume wafted over, and as he looked down, he could vaguely see the view at her chest.

Yin Moran’s dark eyes deepened, glancing at her off-shoulder T-shirt and leaning back slightly.

"Lin Qian, do you plan to wear this same outfit every day you stay here?"

He had clearly arranged for several new outfits for her, yet she insisted on wearing the same one she had on when she moved into the villa.

And that outfit, simple yet with a quality that made one want to tear it to shreds.

This woman always managed to stir desires deep within him.

Lin Qian hadn’t expected Yin Moran to suddenly change the subject. She was taken aback, glanced down at her clothes, and realized that her neckline was a bit too open.

Thinking of Yin Moran’s recent gaze, she couldn’t help but feel her face grow hot once again.

She hastily covered her chest and stepped back, "I will go to the mall tomorrow to buy a couple of outfits to change into."

She had been preoccupied with pressing matters and had forgotten about that.

Tomorrow she would go to the mall to buy a couple of outfits to change into.

"What, you don’t like the clothes I had prepared for you?"

"It’s not that; it’s just that the clothes you prepared are too formal and expensive. I’m used to wearing casual clothes."

The designer clothes he had arranged were all high-end brands; if she wore them to work, she’d certainly be the subject of all sorts of gossip.

"I’ll have Han Chen prepare a few casual outfits for you tomorrow."

"There’s no need," Lin Qian rejected the offer without a second thought.

Hearing this, a clear flash of displeasure crossed Yin Moran’s face, and he watched her silently.

Lin Qian felt her scalp tingle under his stare and gave him a dry smile, "It just seems like too much expense on your part. So, you’ve finished eating? I’ll clean up now."

It was getting late, and being around him, with his deep, penetrating eyes, always gave her the feeling of a little rabbit in the same room as the big bad wolf.

Better to leave quickly.

Lin Qian tidied everything up quickly and then took another glance at the star photo on the side, "That Fang Tong, think it over, okay? My judgment won’t be off, I promise she won’t disappoint you."