Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 149: The Way Adults Express Themselves

Chapter 149: Chapter 149: The Way Adults Express Themselves

Hearing what Fang Tong said and then seeing her snuggled up close to Su Yu’an, Gu Yan was so angry she almost exploded.

"You, you, you... what do you think you are? What does it have to do with you, the matter between Yu’an and me? Yu’an, look at her..."

"Tsk, tsk, Lady Gu, as a daughter of riches, you’re truly not elegant, even saying the word ’fart’!"

Fang Tong cut off Gu Yan’s words, glanced at her disdainfully, and then tilted her head towards Su Yu’an, "Yu’an, my hand hurts, and I’m tired of standing. I don’t want to chat here with this low-class woman anymore, could you please take me back?"

The woman’s voice was seductive and mellifluous, her soft body leaning subtly against his.

Such a flirtatious air about her!

He normally disliked women who were too forward, but Fang Tong managed to make him crack a smile.

Especially when she just confronted Gu Yan, it made him want to laugh even more.

Su Yu’an’s lips curled slightly, his eyes relaxing as he nodded, "I’ll take you back."

"Great, let’s go then."

Fang Tong looped her arm through Su Yu’an’s, not forgetting to wave at Gu Yan, "Lady Gu, bye-bye now!"

Gu Yan’s face went through a rapid cycle of colors from anger.

"Wait, Yu’an, don’t go."

"Gu Yan, even if we’re currently engaged, I’m still a free man with the right to make friends. If you can’t stand it, then let’s call off the engagement!"

Su Yu’an closed the rear car door, his gaze swept faintly over Gu Yan, then he turned and climbed into the driver’s seat, starting the car and driving away.

Behind him, Gu Yan was trembling with rage.

"Where did this vixen come from? Fang Tong? Who exactly is she..."

In the car, Fang Tong looked at Gu Yan, who was going mad with anger, and laughed out loud, "Mr. Su, is she really your fiancée? She’s so low."

Isn’t that the truth?

He was helpless indeed!

His previous fiancée was so much better.

Thinking of Lin Qian, Su Yu’an’s heart grew heavy, his gaze shifting to Fang Tong beside him with a graceful smile, "Thank you for today."

Whether it was at the bar or just now, he could feel her protecting him.

"How would you like to thank me? Perhaps..."

Fang Tong suddenly leaned in closer, batting her beautiful eyes and blowing air towards Su Yu’an.

Su Yu’an’s hand on the steering wheel shook, nearly losing control.

A blush rapidly spread behind his ears, and he coughed lightly, "Miss Fang, please conduct yourself with dignity... I... I am a man with a fiancée!"

Was she flirting with him?

Unbearable!

"Giggle, Mr. Su, I find you so pure at heart! You even brought up your most disliked fiancée?"

Fang Tong laughed uncontrollably, "Did I say anything? I just meant, if you want to thank me, perhaps invite me out for a drink next time."

Su Yu’an, feeling awkward and at a loss for words, glanced at the woman beside him. His previously gloomy mood was somewhat lifted by her antics.

His eyes caught sight of a pharmacy by the roadside; he swung the steering wheel and pulled over.

"Wait here for me."

"Huh? Where are you going?"

Fang Tong watched as Su Yu’an walked towards the pharmacy, suddenly understanding his intentions.

Rolling down the window, her rosy lips parted lightly, "Su Yu’an, be careful or you might charm me with your gentle care."

Su Yu’an almost tripped over his own feet, he turned back to look at the smiling face in the car and, wordlessly, shook his head and strode into the pharmacy.

"Su Yu’an, don’t believe me? I’m really smitten with you already!"

Fang Tong’s lips curled into a sly grin, watching the tall figure of the man with a giggling smile.

On the other side, Lin Qian was being led into a car by Yin Moran.

As the car sped along, Lin Qian looked down at the man’s long legs beside her, feeling oddly uncomfortable.

Hadn’t she already made things clear to him?

What was this now?

Was he just treating her as a friend and taking her home?

Yeah, perhaps that was it.

But sitting in silence, not saying a word, really is so awkward.

Lin Qian pursed her lips and cast her eyes toward the street scene outside, silently waiting for the car to reach its destination.

There was a warmth on her hand, the warm touch of a man.

Had Yin Moran taken her hand again?

Lin Qian’s heart skipped a beat, and she turned to look at her hand, only to see Yin Moran had already opened a tube of ointment and was attentively applying it to the burn on her wrist.

The cool sensation washed over her, carrying a hint of fresh herbal fragrance, and Lin Qian watched with pursed lips as the man focused on her injury with lowered brows.

The man’s features were truly handsome—even doing nothing at all, he could hold a woman’s gaze transfixed.

And now, as he gently administered first aid, his attention resembled the care between lovers.

Lovers?

But she had no such relationship with him!

Lin Qian pursed her lips and withdrew her hand, "I can do it myself."

Since they’d established boundaries, there was no need to play at this ambiguity.

She didn’t like it!

Lin Qian cast her gaze downward, patting the ointment now spread on her hand, and said no more.

The atmosphere grew tense; Yin Moran watched Lin Qian’s profile with darkened eyes, his expression unreadable.

That penetrating gaze was so intense that Lin Qian, even without looking up, could feel his mood bearing down on her like two X-ray beams.

She lowered her head further and shifted slightly away, as if to escape his line of sight.

The man beside her suddenly moved, and she felt a weight on her shoulder as she was pushed against the car seat, her chin grasped and lifted by a firm hand, forcing her to meet his gaze.

His handsome face was inches from hers, his dark eyes swirling with a murky glow.

Lin Qian was startled, "You...mmm!"

Before she could finish her sentence, a large shadow loomed, her lips suddenly warmed by his breath...

Lin Qian’s eyes widened, feeling the pressure on her lips, her mind exploding with a cacophony of fireworks.

What was Yin Moran doing?

He was kissing her!

"Fool, close your eyes and breathe!"

She could hear the man’s light chuckle beside her ear, with an unstable yet seductive tone, bewitching her senses and leading her to unwittingly follow his instructions.

As she came to her senses, his lips pressed firmly against hers once more, dominating and passionate, yet with a hint of tenderness that nearly sent her heart bursting out of her chest.

Her face flushed red, her breathing labored once again.

Before she could faint, Lin Qian pushed Yin Moran away, gasping for air.

"Yin Moran, you, you, you, and I, I, I..."

Her mind was a jumbled mess, leaving her staring at him, lost for words.

Yin Moran’s sensuous lips curved slightly, his dark eyes still holding shadows within.

With a raspy voice, he said, "Qianqian, I thought adults show their affection in a more direct way. Did you get my message?"

His message?

He was expressing his feelings in this way!

It had to be said that such an evocative yet fervent approach greatly pleased Lin Qian’s heart.

This man was exceedingly dangerous—he was an arsonist of the heart!

"No answer? Didn’t you get it? Then, should I express it again?"

Yin Moran stared at Lin Qian’s luscious red lips, leaning in once more.

"Mmm! I got it, I got it!"

"Then, will you reciprocate?"

"No, why should I reciprocate?"

"Qianqian, don’t you like me?"

"Liking someone means I have to do it this way?"

"Of course! We are adults!"

"..."