Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 115: Might Need to Exercise

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Might Need to Exercise

Underground parking garage, Han Chen had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Lin Qian coming out of the elevator, he respectfully opened the door to the back seat of the car for her.

"Miss Lin."

"Assistant Han, thanks for the trouble."

"Of course."

Han Chen closed the car door, entered the driver’s cabin, and started the car.

Instead of taking the route back to the villa, Han Chen drove out of the garage.

He said, "Miss Lin, Mr. Yin is entertaining some important clients at Meili, and he might have drunk a bit too much. I’m going to pick him up and take him back to the villa. Please could you help take care of him tonight, Miss Lin?"

Thinking about how his boss was drunkenly keen on picking Lin Qian up, it seemed the boss was truly keeping her in mind.

He hoped the relationship between the two could develop smoothly.

His boss had been single for so many years; it was time for a good woman to take close care of him.

"Okay, I will take good care of him."

Moran had helped her so many times; it was only right for her to repay the favor.

Lin Qian pursed her lips as she recalled the times Moran had drunk too much and she had helped him back to the villa.

Her cheeks suddenly felt warm with a racing heart.

Cough!

Lately, was she overthinking things a bit?

The car drove smoothly, and they soon arrived at Meili.

"Miss Lin, please wait here for a moment, I’ll go in first."

Han Chen left Lin Qian waiting inside the car while he got out.

"Alright."

Lin Qian nodded, patiently waiting inside the car.

The lights on the signboard in front of Meili were as colorful and dazzling as ever, catching the eye.

After forty minutes, there was finally some movement at the entrance.

A group of people came out one by one, and just by one glance, Lin Qian recognized Moran among them.

The man’s figure was still tall and noble, radiating a powerful presence. Even in a crowd, he stood out, impossible to ignore.

His body seemed to sway slightly; he indeed had drunk too much.

Lin Qian pursed her lips, opened the car door, and got out, quietly watching him as he saw his clients off and strode towards her.

His tall figure cast a long shadow under the street lights, like a revered deity adorned with awe-inspiring authority.

"Yo, Lin? Came to pick up Old Yin yourself?"

Nangong Li, next to Moran, stood out with his upturned peach-blossom eyes full of teasing.

Lin Qian bit her lip, called out "Mr. Li," and then ignored him, going over to support Moran.

"Moran, are you alright?"

The smell of alcohol on him was strong, but it didn’t repel her.

She was just worried about his health, not knowing how much he had drunk.

Moran didn’t speak, his usually deep eyes now seemed veiled with a layer of mist, less sharp than usual, and a bit more... dopey?

He just quietly looked at Lin Qian like an obedient pet dog, making one can’t help but want to smooth down his fur!

Cough!

Comparing the noble Moran to a pet dog.

If someone heard that, she’d probably be searching for a smack.

Lin Qian thought to herself sardonically.

Suddenly, she heard Nangong Li answer for Moran, "Not too good."

Lin Qian turned her head to see Nangong Li stroking his chin, smirking, "He might need some exercise to sober up."

Exercise?

What kind of exercise would help someone sober up after drinking too much?

Lin Qian looked puzzled, turning her head to ask Nangong Li, "Mr. Li, what kind of exercise does he usually do when he’s drunk?"

"What exercise? Lin, you really are..."

Nangong Li couldn’t help but chuckle, his peach-blossom eyes brimming with mirth.

Lin Qian blinked, watching Nangong Li laugh heartily, and she quickly figured it out.

Her face instantly turned scarlet.

How could Nangong Li make such a risqué joke with such a straight face!

"Nangong Li, who are you picking on?"

A man’s voice, heavy with the smell of alcohol, came warningly from beside her; Lin Qian, with her face blushing, looked up to see Yin Moran’s dark eyes staring at Nangong Li, his handsome face stern.

"Gosh, Old Yin, you sobered up? Tsk tsk, from now on, if I have social obligations, I must bring Lin along. As long as she’s there, you definitely won’t get drunk no matter how much you drink. Even if you do get drunk, just one bad word about her and you’d wake up from even the deepest stupor."

Nangong Li exaggeratedly joked, causing Lin Qian’s face to flush again.

Was Yin Moran really that protective of her?

This feeling of being cherished truly startled and flattered her.

"Cough, Mr. Li, let’s first take Mr. Yin home."

Seeing Lin Qian’s discomfort, Han Chen quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Go on, go on."

Nangong Li waved his hand, winking at Lin Qian, "Lin, tonight Old Yin is in your hands, make sure you take good care of him!"

Lin Qian: "..."

She caught the cheeky tone in someone’s words again.

Who’s going to manage him!

Lin Qian helped Yin Moran into the car, rolled down the window, and gave Nangong Li a forced smile: "Mr. Li, it’s cold outside, you should head inside. You seem to have drunk a bit much tonight, be careful not to overdo it and exhaust yourself."

Nangong Li: "..."

Nice!

No wonder Old Yin fancies her; her sharp tongue really holds its own!

The car sped away, and Lin Qian breathed a sigh of relief, scanning the man beside her. Seeing that he had closed his eyes, resting against the seatback, she admired his perfect facial profile.

His handsome face, now flushed, made him look even more enchantingly beautiful than usual.

Such a bewitching sight.

Lin Qian pursed her lips slightly, rolling the window down a bit to let in some fresh air.

She then grabbed a blanket nearby and gently draped it over him.

After doing all this, she sat quietly by his side, constantly watching over Yin Moran, worried that he might feel uncomfortable.

Fortunately, by the time the car entered Yin’s Mansion, Yin Moran was still resting against the seatback in silence, unnervingly quiet.

The car came to a stop, Han Chen got out and opened the back door.

"Yin Moran, we’re home."

Lin Qian got out of the car and, together with Han Chen, helped Yin Moran out of the car.

"Master drank too much? Miss Lin, let me help."

The butler hurried over, wanting to take over from Lin Qian.

"No, thank you."

Yin Moran stared at the butler, a hint of displeasure flashing in his still drunken eyes and tightened his grip on Lin Qian’s shoulder.

"Uh, it’s fine, I can manage."

Lin Qian smiled at the butler, struggling a bit with the weight of the man leaning on her.

The silent Han Chen wondered to himself—was the boss drunk or not?

Why shift two-thirds of his weight on Lin Qian?

The boss is really hard to read.

With sympathy, Han Chen glanced at Lin Qian on the other side, smoothly helping to take the man into Yin Moran’s bedroom.

"Miss Lin, I’ll leave then."

"Oh, okay, thank you for your hard work, Assistant Han."

Lin Qian wiped the sweat off her forehead, visibly relieved.

"It’s no trouble; you’re the one who had a tough time."

Han Chen said meaningfully, then went downstairs, leaving the two alone.

The room quieted down; Lin Qian turned and walked to the bed.

The man now lay quietly on the bed, his sleeping face less intense than when awake, and more childlike serene.

Lin Qian curved her lips slightly, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached out her slender fingers towards the buttons on his chest, intending to unbutton them to make him more comfortable.