Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 159 Your Techniques Are Really Something

Chapter 159: Chapter 159 Your Techniques Are Really Something

The woman’s countenance was incomparably delicate and beautiful.

Her large, watery eyes were already striking, but now, meticulously outlined by the make-up artist, they stirred a flirtatious charm, bewitchingly seductive.

Yin Moran’s breathing deepened, his sexy Adam’s apple rolling.

He tilted his head, inhaling the faint fragrance of her hair, his voice hoarse and alluring, "Qianqian, the way I’m reacting now, would you say... I’m hooked, or not hooked?"

Hooked or not hooked?

His body temperature was scorching, his breathing somewhat rough, and most importantly, his gaze held a hint of desire.

Lin Qian’s face grew even hotter, her heart like a pond into which pebbles had been tossed, rippling continuously.

He... must be attracted to her!

The music finally stopped.

Yin Moran held her hand, thanking the guests present.

Cheers and applause erupted from the audience continuously.

The host was enthusiastically thanking them for their opening dance and proceeded to lead the next event.

Lin Qian’s face was burning hot. After returning to her seat, she told Chu Ziyang, picked up her phone, and headed to the restroom.

Chu Ziyang frowned slightly, watching Lin Qian’s retreating figure; his gaze then shifted to Yin Moran at the main table.

She looked so perfect standing next to him.

She seemed to really like him too.

What to do?

Could Dad still win Mom back from that tall uncle?

Restroom.

Lin Qian stood in front of the mirror, her lips curving persistently.

At this moment, she looked enchantingly beautiful, resembling a woman deep in love.

Did her glamorous entrance today signify that Yin Moran had unofficially acknowledged her as his girlfriend?

It seemed unbelievable.

Had she unwittingly become Yin Moran’s girlfriend?

Biting her red lip, Lin Qian extended her delicate hand, fanning her flushed face, feeling her heart still joyously leaping.

Yin Moran’s girlfriend!

Would she now be the center of attention wherever she went?

That man was truly skillful at flirting, seemingly without much effort, he had captivated her.

Thinking back to the scene on stage where the man spoke to her in a low, enticing voice, her face seemed to burn even more.

She patted her hot face, took a deep breath, and prepared to return to the banquet hall.

"Miss Lin, you really are not what one shows without showing, and showing without being."

Around the corner of the corridor, a man blocked Lin Qian’s path.

Lin Qian paused, looking at the suddenly appearing man, remembering he was a guest from MXL, a man named Zheng Tianhe who had once flirted with her while buying clothes.

"So it’s Mr. Zheng? Excuse me."

Lin Qian didn’t intend to stay long, nodded briefly to Zheng Tianhe, and picked up her skirt, ready to leave.

"Eh? Don’t rush off!"

Zheng Tianhe grabbed Lin Qian’s wrist, his peach blossom eyes frivolously wandering over her chest.

Lin Qian’s eyebrows furrowed, "Mr. Zheng, please show some respect."

"Hmph! Lin Qian, you really know how to play your cards, no wonder you’re not interested in me. It turns out you’ve climbed up to Yin Moran!"

Zheng Tianhe snorted coldly, his gaze brazenly roaming over her body, his eyes filled with lecherous intent.

Lin Qian’s face turned cold, she struggled forcefully but couldn’t break free.

"Mr. Zheng, let go of me! Are you sure you want to keep pestering me?"

The woman’s delicate face was tense, her cold expression having a unique charm.

The unattainable always stirred unrest.

Zheng Tianhe felt a yearning inside, secretly regretting he hadn’t charmed such a beauty before.

"Listen to that tone? Now that Yin Moran’s backing you up, you think you’re tough? I’m just curious, what is Yin Moran thinking? You’re neither a pure maiden nor without a bastard child. He, as the ruler of the Yin Family, is actually willing to be your rescuer? That’s really eye-opening."

Derogatory words poured out effortlessly as Zheng Tianhe watched Lin Qian’s furious expression, which only aroused him more.

He lowered his head, his eyes filled with lust, "Oh, I’ve figured it out. It must be your skills in bed that keep Yin Moran so attentive and obedient. Lin Qian, I’m definitely better in that regard than Yin Moran, how about..."

Slap!

The sound of a loud slap resonated.

Zheng Tianhe’s head jerked to the side, his grip loosened, and he unconsciously staggered back.

Lin Qian had slapped him!

The burning pain on his face ignited Zheng Tianhe’s rage, and he glared at Lin Qian furiously.

Lin Qian’s pretty face was cold and stern, "Zheng Tianhe, put away that face of yours, stop spouting crap, and be careful of inviting disaster!"

A bastard? A rescuer?

How could he slander them in front of her?

Zheng Tianhe, having been both hit and warned by Lin Qian, felt his aggressive aura surge.

He stepped forward, disregarding Lin Qian’s struggles, and once again fiercely grabbed her wrist, "Lin Qian, you dare to hit me? You believe me, I’ll go tell Yin Moran right now that you seduced me!"

"Let go! Zheng Tianhe, are you going to let go or not? If you don’t let go, I will call for help!"

"Go ahead! Do you want me to help you call, let everyone see how Yin Moran’s newly acknowledged girlfriend flirts privately with male guests?"

Zheng Tianhe, watching Lin Qian’s chest heave dramatically from her struggles and seeing her proud white flesh, felt his desire intensify.

He couldn’t help but reach for her.

Just then, a gust of wind swept from behind followed by a pain in his hand.

"Let her go."

A man’s angry voice sounded, and Zheng Tianhe was pulled away, staggering slightly before steadying himself against the wall.

"Damn!"

Zheng Tianhe, born into wealth, had been pampered all his life and rarely found himself in such a disgraceful situation.

Seeing the man standing protectively before Lin Qian, he became furious with embarrassment, "Lin Qian, you’re really something, who is this? Another one of your admirers?"

"You..."

The newcomer was Su Yu’an.

He sternly stepped forward, intending to confront Zheng Tianhe.

Lin Qian quickly held him back, "Forget it, Yu’an, don’t bother arguing with someone so classless."

She didn’t want to make a scene at this event and attract gossip.

It’s better to let it be.

Su Yu’an looked at Lin Qian with concern, "Are you okay? Did he do anything to you?"

Lin Qian shook her head, her gaze returning to Zheng Tianhe, "Mr. Zheng, please clear your mind a bit. You should know a woman’s words can be influential; if you don’t want me to say anything negative about you in front of my Moran, then tone it down, stop pestering me, and don’t go spreading rumors. Otherwise, the one who suffers won’t be someone else."

With the formidable power of the Yin Family, calling out Yin Moran as her shield should make Zheng Tianhe rethink his actions, not continuing to bother her.

Zheng Tianhe seemed to understand Lin Qian’s warning, his expression changing dramatically. He huffed coldly at them and finally left resentfully.

Once he was gone, Lin Qian exhaled deeply and rubbed her sore wrist.

Her gaze turned to Su Yu’an, her lips curving slightly, "Yu’an, thank you."