Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 116: Is It Time to Take Responsibility for Me?

Chapter 116: Chapter 116: Is It Time to Take Responsibility for Me?

At this moment, the man abruptly opened his eyes and seized her wrist with a swift motion, a sharp glint flashing through his inky black pupils.

Lin Qian was startled, "Yin... Yin Moran, it’s me."

Was this murderous look in his eyes mistaking her for a bad person?

But upon closer inspection, she realized that his vision wasn’t clear.

It was a subconscious action.

Was this man, even when drunk, still so vigilant?

Perhaps recognizing Lin Qian’s voice, the sharpness in Yin Moran’s black eyes slowly dissipated, his sensual thin lips curled up slightly, and he gradually closed his eyes again.

Lin Qian let out a deep breath, noticing some sweat on his forehead under the light, thought for a moment, then stood up and went to the bathroom. She collected some hot water, planning to use a warm towel to wipe him down.

After getting the water, Lin Qian wrung out the hot towel and gently wiped his exposed skin.

His handsome face, the smoothly lined neck, his lean forearms, dry palms...

As Lin Qian was minutely wiping, quite suddenly, she felt a weight on her arm, and before she could react, she was pulled into an embrace.

Her waist was confined, and her nose unexpectedly met with the man’s solid chest, causing pain that made her frown.

Was Yin Moran going to throw a drunken tantrum?

Lin Qian struggled and called out, "Yin Moran, let go."

The man didn’t speak; only his breathing deepened, and the strength around her waist grew slightly stronger.

Goodness!

Was he mistaking her for a pillow?

Lin Qian bit her lip, managing to adjust her position slightly and looked up, only able to see the attractive profile of Yin Moran’s face.

The man still had his eyes closed with no sign of waking.

Perhaps sensing her restlessness, he embraced her waist with one hand, and with the other, he pressed her head towards his neck, murmuring, "Xian, stop moving, sleep."

The man’s voice was tender beyond words, like the affectionate whisper between lovers.

Lin Qian didn’t clearly hear whose name he had called.

Xian?

Was he calling her?

But clearly, when he would tease her normally, he would only call her Qianqian, right?

Or was it... Xian?

Lin Qian blinked, smelling the manly scent of alcohol on him, laid her head against his chest, and was momentarily unable to move.

Thump, thump!

It was uncertain whose heartbeat was, in the silent room, disrupting the peace.

...

The next day, the morning sun shone faintly through.

Yin Moran’s eyelashes trembled slightly as he gradually opened his eyes.

Looking at the familiar ceiling above him, the throbbing pain at his temples made him furrow his brows uncomfortably.

As he thought to rub his temples, he felt a smooth sensation in his hand.

Turning his head, he saw Lin Qian asleep at the edge of his bed, one hand still in his grasp.

Why was she sleeping here?

Yin Moran arched an eyebrow slightly, his memory gradually coming back to him.

He had drunk too much the previous night, Han Chen had picked her up from her shop, and then they had both come to pick him up and brought him back to the villa.

And then he, bolstered by the spirits, had her help him into his room.

After that...

His thoughts drifted, and his memory was a bit hazy.

His gaze swept over his slightly open chest and his trousers, which were missing the belt. Yin Moran’s mouth curved.

It seemed she must have taken care of him after he had drunk too much, and then she didn’t go back to her room to sleep?

Indeed, such a gentle and calm good woman.

A softness flickered in Yin Moran’s eyes as he gently lifted the quilt and got out of bed, intending to carry her up to the bed.

But as soon as his hand touched her body, Lin Qian woke up.

She opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the magnified handsome face of a man.

Their eyes met, and before Lin Qian could fully wake up, she was startled and let out a cry, "Ah," pushing Yin Moran away, and she jumped up, her heart still racing, "You, you, you... what are you thinking of doing?"

Caught off guard and pushed away, Yin Moran staggered and nearly fell.

He barely steadied himself and looked at the startled little white rabbit with an amused smile. Slowly, he walked over until he cornered the dazed woman against the wall.

"Qianqian, what do you think I would do?"

What would he do?

Of course, she thought he wanted to take advantage of her!

After all, he had slept with his arms around her for most of the night, which she had only managed to escape from with great difficulty after a while.

But that was something he would do only when he was drunk and not thinking clearly.

Now that he was sober, he presumably wouldn’t do anything out of line.

Thinking back to his movements just now, he probably wanted to carry her back to bed to sleep.

Lin Qian’s face changed hues, and she gradually came to her senses.

This was Yin Moran, after all; he was above doing such tasteless things.

However, waking up to see an enlarged man’s face right in front of her, she was already being quite generous not to have slapped him.

Feeling uncomfortable, Lin Qian fumbled with the stray hair by her ear, her gaze inadvertently landing on the slightly opened honey-colored skin on the man’s chest, and her face blushed yet again.

"That, I wasn’t very clear-headed right after waking up, sorry about that."

"Is everything settled with just a sorry?"

Yin Moran looked at the woman’s blushing face, a fine laugh twinkling in his dark eyes.

He braced his hands against the wall, his voice low and seductive, "Was it you who took care of me last night? I was seen all by you, don’t you think you should take responsibility?"

Seen him all?

Lin Qian’s face flushed with rosy colors, denying it, "What are you talking about? Isn’t your clothing still properly on you?"

"Clothes in disarray equate to being properly on me? Qianqian, seeing a little and seeing everything have the same implications.

The man’s voice deliberately softened, magnetic and alluring, continuously tapping at her nerves.

Lin Qian’s heart skipped a beat, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes darting around.

Her face was so hot, and Lin Qian frantically tried to push away the man who was inching closer and closer, "What nonsense are you talking about? Yin Moran, step aside. The kids are going to wake up."

This man, full of twisted logic!

"Don’t want the kids to see us together? Wouldn’t the kids be pleased to see us together?"

Yin Moran continued to tease her, enjoying the sight of her embarrassed and crimson face, his own heart itching with delight.

"Yin Moran, that’s enough, step aside, I’m going to be late for work."

This man, his chest muscles were so hard; she couldn’t push him away!

Could he stop teasing her already?

Lin Qian was exasperated inside, her eyes wide, yet her expression was coyly reproachful.

The woman’s lips were redder from biting them, and her cheeks blushed as if adorned with fine rouge.

Yin Moran’s breathing deepened, the heat around him gradually rising.

Great, he’s brought this upon himself again.

He lightly stepped back, looking at the fleeing woman’s figure, Yin Moran lowered his gaze and pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling helpless.

It seemed it was time for a cold shower early in the morning.

Outside, Lin Qian hurried into her room, shut the door behind her with a bang, leaned against the door panel, and let out a huge breath. Her heart was still beating irregularly.

What a seducer!

Lin Qian patted her hot cheeks and bit her red lips.

"Mommy, have you just come back from outside? Candy waited for you all night!"

Out of nowhere, Candy’s milky voice rang out in the room.

The little one sat up in bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and looked at her in a daze.

Lin Qian was startled, "Candy, Candy? You were sleeping here last night?"

Had the child sneaked into her room last evening?

A sense of guilt at being caught washed over her!

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