Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 180 Stay Away from Those Male Clients

Chapter 180: Chapter 180 Stay Away from Those Male Clients

Hearing Lin Qian’s words, Yin Moran’s dark eyes slightly moved; a flash of appreciation glimmered in them.

This little woman has got some backbone after all.

Shunning such a powerful backer as himself, was she actually thinking about relying on her own abilities for a promotion and a raise?

Doesn’t she realize that the thickest thigh in the city is right in front of her?

Just by holding onto his golden leg tightly, wouldn’t name and fortune come to her effortlessly?

What a fool!

Yin Moran’s thin lips curved up slightly, and he leaned towards her, his long fingers pinching her chin gently.

"Qianqian, now that you are a manager, you don’t need to serve customers anymore, correct? You can do whatever you want, and I won’t interfere, but I have just one demand: stay away from those male customers, understand?"

He trusted her character.

But he didn’t trust the moral fiber of those men!

Considering someone looked as beautiful as she did, letting her continually deal with all sorts of men at the counter was something that would undoubtedly make him feel unsatisfied!

The man’s tone was like a hook at the end, tempting yet carrying a hint of danger.

Lin Qian’s red lips pursed lightly, a glint of laughter flashing through her beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

Was this man getting jealous?

Such a petty man!

Lin Qian raised her hand, pulling away the man’s long fingers from her chin and intertwining them with hers.

Her almond eyes fixed on his thin lips, she tilted her head slightly, delivering a sweet kiss.

"As you wish, Big Vinegar Pot!"

Big Vinegar Pot!

This woman!

Yin Moran’s eyes deepened as he watched the slender silhouette of the woman, who gave him a quick peck and then got out of the car, his lips curling into a content smile.

His long fingers touched his own lips, where the scent of the woman’s red lips seemed to linger.

Soft and fragrant, it stirred the heart.

It was time to find a moment to marry this certain someone home, and then they could move beyond kissing and hugging to a deeper level of contact.

At the MXL counter, Lin Qian walked in.

"Good morning, Manager Lin. Oh, should I start calling you Mrs. Yin now?"

Chen Fei greeted Lin Qian with a smile, her face full of teasing.

Lin Qian chuckled and, rather annoyed, rolled her eyes at her before going to the dressing room to change.

She knew that, after last night, no matter where she went, she would be the focus of people’s burning gazes.

Thinking of the photos that appeared at last night’s banquet, Lin Qian’s motion of changing clothes paused momentarily.

Many of the pictures captured her while she was serving male customers.

In other words, someone had taken photos of her at work, or simply copied the surveillance videos, and then leaked them to outsiders.

Clearly then, someone inside the counter had been working as an inside man for those outside who harbored ill will towards her.

Who could it be?

Lin Qian pondered, flashing through the faces of all the employees in the store, unable to guess who it might be.

Who was colluding with someone outside to embarrass her?

As for those outsiders, aside from Gu Yan, who else was involved?

Unable to guess, Lin Qian decided not to think about it for the time being.

If someone still wished to embarrass her, they would definitely let this insider keep an eye on her.

With a little vigilance, she would surely notice something.

In the president’s office of the Yins.

Yin Moran’s tall figure leaned back in the chair, the bright light overhead illuminating his handsome, unblemished face.

After a moment of thought, he pulled a tissue from his pocket, unfolded it, and looked at the two strands of hair within, his dark eyes steady.

The kid was looking for his biological father.

Would there be an unexpected surprise this time?

A knock on the door came, and Han Chen entered with a stack of documents.

"Mr. Yin, these documents need your signature."

"Mm, just leave them there."

Yin Moran took a clear plastic bag from the drawer, placing the two strands of hair inside.

Then he pulled two hairs from his own head and added them to the bag.

"Take this to the private hospital, and have Dean Liu personally conduct this DNA comparison."

A DNA comparison?

Han Chen looked taken aback and hurriedly took the plastic-sealed bag from Yin Moran, "Mr. Yin, whose DNA are you comparing this with?"

Could it be that his own boss wanted to run a DNA test...

"Mine and Lin Zirui’s."

The boss and Lin Zirui?

Was he still doubting whether Lin Zirui was his biological son?

But before it was clear...

"Boss, do you suspect there was a problem with the DNA test that Young Master Lin had done before?"

"I’m not sure, maybe he got the wrong piece of Lin Qian’s hair. I would feel more at ease doing it again."

Yin Moran narrowed his eyes, his long fingers rhythmically tapping on the table, his handsome face shrouded in enigmatic gloom.

"Alright, I’ll get on it right away."

The private hospital situated in the suburbs was under the control of the Yins, and the boss had specifically instructed the dean to carry it out personally. It showed how serious and cautious he was about this matter.

I really hope that this time the test results will bring a pleasant surprise.

If Young Master Lin really is the boss’s son, then it will be a cause for great joy.

Han Chen mumbled to himself; at that moment, the door suddenly swung open, and Qiao Xiya walked in, heels clicking.

Taken by surprise, Han Chen quickly rolled up the plastic-sealed bag in his hand, clutching it.

"Moran, Assistant Han is here too."

Qiao Xiya walked leisurely toward Yin Moran, her gaze lingering on Han Chen’s tightly gripped hand, her mind flickering with something.

Did she just see... hair?

"Go handle it."

Yin Moran gestured for Han Chen to leave, who nodded, briefly nodded at Qiao Xiya, and hurriedly left.

Qiao Xiya’s gaze followed Han Chen’s retreating figure, her almond eyes glinting with something.

Hair?

Why was Han Chen holding hair?

Whose hair was it?

A bad premonition suddenly rose in her heart, making Qiao Xiya’s heart skip a beat, her face turning pale.

"Ya?"

The man’s magnetic voice reached her ear, jolting Qiao Xiya back to reality, "Ah? Moran, what did you just say?"

Yin Moran held a Parker pen in his hand, his dark eyes fixated on her face, "What’s on your mind? You seem beside yourself."

"I..."

Qiao Xiya’s lips parted, but the accusation that had reached her lips was barely swallowed back.

Her delicate face changed, filling with sullen reproach and accusation.

"What else could I be thinking about? It’s all about you and Lin Qian."

She couldn’t betray any irregularities!

Even though her heart was practically in her throat, she had to stay calm and not let Yin Moran catch on!

Hearing this, Yin Moran’s gaze shifted from her face to the documents on the table.

His silence signaled that he did not want to discuss this matter with her.

Qiao Xiya felt frustrated and forgot the real reason she had come here.

She wanted to leave right away, but remembering that she was facing Yin Moran, she steeled herself to deal with him.

"Moran, I just can’t understand what’s so good about Lin Qian that you do all this for her? She is just a joke, and for this joke, you’re defying all high society. Do you know that they might not dare to say much to your face, but behind closed doors, everyone is laughing at you? Moran, have you gone mad? If your sister were here and she saw you caring so little for your own reputation, how heartbroken would she be?"

Her words made Yin Moran’s aura instantly turn grave.

"Is that why you came here today, to tell me all this?"

"Yes, I don’t want to see you..."

"Leave."

"Moran..."

"Out, don’t make me say it a third time."

The man’s voice was chilly and somber, and Qiao Xiya closed her mouth, her hand forming a fist.

"Fine, I’ll leave. But Moran, I still must say, you won’t be happy with Lin Qian!"

She needed to leave quickly, to catch up with Han Chen and see where he was heading!

The sound of clicking high heels faded away, and Yin Moran paused in his actions, his grip on the pen tightening.

Would she be heartbroken?

No!

She was a kind girl; she surely would bless him from beyond!