Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 130: Just Want to Talk to You

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Just Want to Talk to You

In the apartment, Lin Qian was cleaning up.

The tabletops had gathered a bit of dust since she hadn’t returned for several days.

As she scrubbed and scrubbed, the doorbell rang.

Lin Qian paused, walking to the door, and peered through the peephole. Upon seeing who stood outside, her lips couldn’t help but purse slightly.

Su Yu’an had come?

Had he already been discharged from the hospital?

He was also holding a bouquet of pink roses. This was...

Her fingers involuntarily curled up. Lin Qian remained silent for a moment before opening the door.

Outside, Su Yu’an looked at Lin Qian, a warm, refined smile blooming on his clear-cut face, "Qianqian."

Lin Qian pressed her lips together, "Why have you come?"

"Since you didn’t come to see me, I had to come see you instead."

Su Yu’an smiled warmly, "Aren’t you going to invite me in to sit?"

"Yu’an..."

"Qianqian, do you really have to be so heartless? I don’t mean anything else, I just want to talk to you."

Su Yu’an cut her off, his deep black eyes looking intently at Lin Qian. The inadvertent sorrow that seeped through those gentle eyes tightened Lin Qian’s heart and she could no longer refuse.

She silently stepped back, lowering her eyes to avoid his gaze.

Su Yu’an curved his lips up at the corners and stepped inside.

He surveyed the one-bedroom apartment, where every item was neatly arranged, each small decoration exuding a woman’s elegant sensibility.

The space was filled with the light fragrance of gardenias, a testament to her consistent taste.

Su Yu’an swept a look of approval around the room before his gaze settled on Lin Qian.

"Qianqian, here."

He handed over the bouquet he was holding, his eyes softly gazing at Lin Qian.

Lin Qian looked at the pink roses before her, feeling as though something was stuck in her throat, "Yu’an, are you sure you haven’t gotten the wrong person with this bouquet?"

Their current relationship wasn’t one where he could simply send flowers, was it?

"I haven’t made a mistake."

Su Yu’an took Lin Qian’s delicate hand and forcefully placed the bouquet into it, "Pink roses mean you are my first love, the love that I hold deep in my heart. So there’s nothing wrong with me giving you these flowers when we meet again, right?"

Those words seemed correct.

Lin Qian lowered her eyes, inhaling the fragrance emitted by the pink roses, only to feel her heart constricted as if lashed by ropes, discomfort making it hard for her to breathe.

Barely suppressing the sourness in her throat, Lin Qian placed the flowers on the table, "What would you like to drink? But I haven’t been staying here these past few days, so is boiled water okay?"

She hasn’t been staying here!

He knew that she was hinting at him that their relationship was long over.

She was now with Yin Moran.

Su Yu’an glanced at the casually placed bouquet and followed Lin Qian’s graceful silhouette as she poured water, a trace of bitterness tugging at his lips.

Didn’t he know?

Yet, he just couldn’t let her go.

They had so many beautiful memories together. Could she really forget it all, to the extent there was no chance for them to reconcile?

Lin Qian poured a cup of water and, as she raised her eyes, met Su Yu’an’s affectionate gaze.

She quickly looked away, arranging the hair by her ears, masking the turmoil within her heart, "The water’s a bit hot, be careful to sip slowly."

"Thank you."

Su Yu’an accepted the water from Lin Qian, his jade-like face smiling lightly, "I never thought that after four years, I could still be drinking water poured by Qianqian, just like in the old days."

She was still the considerate and charming person from his memories; how wonderful it would be if they could return to those days.

The warm liquid flowed down his throat, scorching his heart.

With overflowing tenderness, Su Yu’an glanced at the gardenia pattern on the cup and smiled faintly, "Qianqian, do you still love gardenias the most? It’s a pity that it’s not the season for gardenias yet, or I would definitely take you to see the hillsides filled with gardenias again."

Their youthful days had been filled with countless laughs.

Lin Qian had a fondness for the scent of gardenias, so each early summer, they would travel to the countryside to witness the blossoms and breathe in their perfume.

He had even collected various spices and trinkets with the scent of gardenias, all because she liked them.

Those pure and beautiful memories were the only solace that accompanied him through the four years without her.

Su Yu’an’s eyes deeply regarded the woman with lowered lashes, standing and moving to her side, he half squatted beside her.

Clasping her small hand in his, Su Yu’an spoke softly, "Qianqian, do you remember? When we were kids, we played at paying our respects to heaven and earth. In our youth, we set off wishing lanterns in Chi Pond. Under the school’s gardenias, we personally planted a gardenia tree that belonged to just the two of us. We were so happy back then. Qianqian, can we perhaps..."

"No, we can’t!"

Lin Qian exclaimed abruptly, withdrawing her hand and stepping back.

A trace of pain flickered in her beautiful almond-shaped eyes as she turned her head away, not wanting to collide with Su Yu’an’s deep gaze.

"Yu’an, it’s all in the past. Everyone moves on. I hope we can avoid dwelling on the past and keep our memories beautiful for each other, okay?"

Don’t dwell on the past!

But he couldn’t do it!

If it weren’t for his letting go, all those beautiful memories would be his entire life right now!

Su Yu’an stood up, approached Lin Qian, and took hold of her shoulders firmly, "Qianqian, have you really forgotten our past? Is it because Yin Moran showed up? I’ve checked, and you’ve only just met him recently. Have you moved on so quickly?"

The girl he remembered was so pure; how could she let go of the past so swiftly and fall into the arms of another man?

He refused to believe it!

Lin Qian’s gaze met Su Yu’an’s pained and resentful black eyes.

Her heart felt bitter, with a spreading ache.

She shook off Su Yu’an’s hand, "Yes, Yu’an, people change. Besides, when you knew me, I was at my most naive and untarnished by the world. Please don’t think of me as perfect; I’m just a shallow and vulgar woman."

Her mood was terrible, and she wondered if it was because he mentioned Yin Moran.

Let it all end!

Regardless of which one, she and they were not on the same level.

All she wanted now was to take her child and live a quiet life away from all disputes.

"No, Qianqian, I won’t allow you to talk about yourself like that. In my heart, you are the most wonderful woman in the world. I..."

Su Yu’an became agitated, stepping forward to grasp her shoulders once again.

At that moment, the doorbell rang again, interrupting Su Yu’an mid-sentence.

The two exchanged a glance, and Lin Qian quickly wriggled free of his grasp, tidying her hair.

The continuous ding-dong of the doorbell carried a hint of urgency, leaving one to wonder who was on the outside.

Lin Qian stepped past Su Yu’an and strode to the door, peering through the peephole.

Just one look changed the expression on her pretty face.