Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 114: A Young Girl Changes Beyond Recognition at Eighteen

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: A Young Girl Changes Beyond Recognition at Eighteen

At last, Zheng Tianhe was gone.

Lin Qian exhaled deeply and turned to the woman resting in the lounge area, her eyes brimming with a smile.

Just as she was about to walk over, a message popped up on her phone.

Lin Qian took out her phone, glanced at it, and immediately let out a snicker.

The message was from Zheng Tianhe, who had just signed up for a membership card. He was asking for Fang Tong’s phone number.

Was he trying to hit on Fang Tong?

Such a playboy.

Lin Qian responded perfunctorily that she couldn’t casually disclose customer information and then ignored him.

She walked over to the lounge area and saw Fang Tong flipping through a magazine from the store.

Lin Qian refilled her water, "Miss Fang, thanks for just now."

Fang Tong looked up, her pretty eyes swirling with allure, "Thanking me? Then, can you give me a discount later?"

"Sure, no problem."

Lin Qian nodded without hesitation.

Fang Tong giggled and stood up, heading towards the women’s section, "Then I’m going to get a bargain today."

"Not at all. You’ve helped me twice. Having an idol like you as a lucky star is fortune for me as a fan."

Lin Qian led Fang Tong towards the side, while obsequiously flattering her.

"Ha, your mouth is really going to sweet-talk someone to death."

Fang Tong gave Lin Qian a smile and rifled through the clothes on the rack, "Actually, I should be thanking you. If it weren’t for speaking up for you, my fan value wouldn’t have skyrocketed. Maybe it’s a chain reaction, even bringing good fortune along with it. Just this morning, I, who couldn’t even reach the level of an eighteenth-tier celebrity, actually got an invitation from the Yin Group for an interview tomorrow morning. They want me to audition as the new product endorsement spokesperson for their company. Tell me, shouldn’t I thank you for bringing me good luck?"

Fang Tong going to audition as an advertisement spokesperson.

Lin Qian was taken aback, followed by a knowing smile.

Had Moran ultimately heeded her suggestion and given Fang Tong a chance?

Did it feel like being valued?

She was brimming with joy inside.

"That really calls for congratulations."

Lin Qian’s smile curved her eyes, "My idol, you have to do your best. I believe in you!"

Hearing this, Fang Tong had just taken a blouse and was holding it up in front of herself.

She turned her head towards Lin Qian’s smiling face, her beautiful eyes blinked, "You still smile as much as you used to, it’s very warm."

Lin Qian: "...."

Didn’t that sound like the nostalgic remark of old friends meeting again?

Lin Qian, with her almond-shaped eyes wide, opened the fitting room door for Fang Tong and asked, "Miss Fang, have we... met before?"

Fang Tong entered the fitting room, throwing Lin Qian a sultry look, "Lin Qian, you really don’t remember me? It’s no surprise, you were the beauty of Su City No.1 High School, why would you remember having a tomboyish, chubby girl by your side?"

She called her Lin Qian?

Only someone who knew her from the past would know she used to go by Lin Qian.

Tomboyish, chubby girl?

Lin Qian stared blankly at Fang Tong as she pouted her seductive red lips and closed the door to the fitting room, her thoughts tumbling over one another.

Finally, in a flash, she had an epiphany.

Indeed, in her memories from elementary school to the first year of junior high, there was such a girl.

Her hair was always cut short, she was a bit chubby, had a haughty attitude, and wasn’t sociable.

After that, she disappeared in the second year of junior high.

Could it be that the former tomboy was the seductive Fang Tong standing before her now?

It was like a complete metamorphosis, as if she had become a different person entirely!

But upon closer inspection, her face shape was still the same.

Especially those beautiful eyes; now thinking about it, the reason she had such a vivid memory of Fang Tong the first time she saw the movie was probably because Fang Tong gave her a sense of familiarity.

The fitting room door opened, and Fang Tong, with a smirk, blinked at Lin Qian’s shocked face, then turned to look at herself in the mirror, her red lips parting slightly, "So, do you remember now?"

"I remember now, of course I do."

Lin Qian was visibly excited, "Jiang Tong, you are Jiang Tong, right?"

"Hmm, you finally remember?"

Miss Fang tilted her head towards Lin Qian, "What do you think, is it pretty?"

The woman’s features were so exquisitely perfect that Lin Qian had to swallow hard and nod repeatedly, "Pretty, so pretty! Is this what they call ’a woman changes eighteen times between girlhood and womanhood’?"

She almost thought Miss Fang had had plastic surgery.

"Pfft!"

Miss Fang laughed out loud, "Lin Qian, what are you thinking about? I was asking if this dress looks good on me."

It turned out she was asking about the dress.

Lin Qian smiled brightly, "It looks good, you’re beautiful, everything looks good on you."

"You’re just sweet-talking. Now, help me pick out two more."

"You got it!"

Lin Qian’s heart soared with joy as she selected a few new pieces that suited Miss Fang’s temperament and handed them over, "Miss Fang, how come you’ve changed your last name? You didn’t continue studying at Su City No.1 High School, did you go abroad?"

Miss Fang’s expression stiffened for a split second as she took the clothes from Lin Qian’s hands, but it quickly passed.

"Yeah, my dad’s factory went bankrupt that year, and my mom and I went abroad to hide from the debtors. Later, I took my mom’s last name."

Her tone was so casual it bordered on indifference.

While she seemed indifferent, Lin Qian knew that such an event happening to anyone could not be taken calmly.

Just like herself back then.

She empathized.

"Sorry, Miss Fang, I didn’t mean to."

"What are you sorry for? You want to keep your distance from me?"

Miss Fang tried on a long skirt that reached her ankles.

The tailored design and flowing chiffon material made her look even more enchanting and elegant.

"Of course not! You’re my idol. Let’s add each other on WeChat and hang out when we have time."

Lin Qian smiled as she helped Miss Fang adjust her clothes, praising her, "You’re so gorgeous, even if I weren’t a guy, I’d be tempted beyond reason."

"Haha, maybe I should stop looking for men and start going after you, right?"

"Then wouldn’t I become public enemy number one? Not worth it, not worth it."

"Hehe, actually you just disliked how I looked before, didn’t you?"

"Uh, you can see through even the little secret thoughts I’ve hidden so well?"

"..."

The two joked and bantered for a while, and in the end, Miss Fang purchased a set of pants, a top, and a dress.

After paying, they exchanged contact information and agreed to go shopping together next time.

After Miss Fang left, Lin Qian bent the corners of her lips.

Fate really is a strange thing.

She always felt Miss Fang was a woman with a story.

She was so curious!

Night fell, and Lin Qian worked overtime in the store to free up time to play with the two little ones the next day.

Only after the last customer left did Lin Qian massage her aching back and headed to the changing room to change and leave work.

As she looked at the brand-new clothes hanging in the wardrobe, Yin Moran’s handsome face unexpectedly flashed across her mind.

She couldn’t help but smile.

Would he still be waiting for her in the parking lot tonight?

Look at her, why did she feel like she was looking forward to someone coming to pick her up?

Lin Qian shook her head and quickly changed her clothes, taking out her phone from her workwear, ready to leave.

There was an unread message on her phone.

It was from Yin Moran.

Lin Qian’s heart uncontrollably skipped a beat as she opened the message.

It read, "I’m tied up with something, Han Chen will wait for you in the underground parking lot."

Lin Qian: "..."

Why did it feel like a husband was too busy to come pick her up after work and had to check in with her?

Lin Qian’s cheeks warmed, cursing herself for overthinking and hurriedly put the phone in her bag, turned off the lights, and left work.