Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 181: Do Me Another Favor

Chapter 181: Chapter 181: Do Me Another Favor

Exiting the Yin Group’s doors, Qiao Xiya forced herself to calm down, thought for a moment, then drove quickly toward the outskirts.

If she wasn’t mistaken, Han Chen, intent on redoing the genetic comparison, would surely head straight for the private hospital in the suburbs.

Speeding all the way, she arrived at the hospital’s underground parking lot, Qiao Xiya drove around and indeed spotted Han Chen’s car.

He really did come to the private hospital!

The car screeched to a halt, Qiao Xiya gripped the steering wheel tightly, her face flickering with changing emotions.

Had Han Chen really come to redo the genetic comparison for Yin Moran?

Did Yin Moran suspect that the first test report he received was fake?

No!

He must not find out that Lin Zirui is his biological son!

He already held special regard for Lin Qian as it was; if he knew Lin Zirui was his son, marrying Lin Qian would be even more justified!

She couldn’t allow such a thing to happen!

Swallowing hard, Qiao Xiya hastily took out her phone from her bag, flipped to a number, and dialed.

The phone rang twice before being swiftly answered.

A lazy male voice came through the line, "Ya."

"Brother, I need you to do me another favor..."

Qiao Xiya briefly explained the situation.

The man on the other end chuckled, "You want to switch someone’s test report again? Ya, my heart aches! Yin Moran doesn’t love you, why are you so persistent with him? Whether it’s business or love, whatever he can give you, I can too. Why can’t you just..."

"Don’t say another word! Just tell me, are you willing to help or not? If you won’t, then never mind!"

Qiao Xiya cut him off, her face icy.

"Helping! You’re my little princess, always pampered in the palm of my hand. Have I ever failed to meet your demands?"

The man was not annoyed, still coaxing her.

Listening to the voice on the line, Qiao Xiya pictured a refined and handsome face in her mind.

Despite looking so harmless, actually...

Qiao Xiya’s eyes darted around as a question came to mind, and she quickly asked, "Brother, do you really have a way? This hospital is under Yin Group’s control; those people will definitely defer to Yin Moran."

"Heh! Ya, do you really think so little of your brother? The Yin Group is not solely ruled by Yin Moran. What houses of wealth do not lack is internal strife, right?"

Was he planning to ask someone from inside the Yin Family to tamper with the evidence?

Qiao Xiya didn’t care to know the details.

All she wanted was an outcome—to have Yin Moran’s redone test report switched out again.

"Okay, then if there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up."

"Wait a second."

"What now?"

Qiao Xiya was getting impatient.

"Ya, my birthday is coming up soon. Aren’t you going to come back and celebrate with me?"

"I’m really busy. I’ll see how my schedule looks, and if I’m free, I’ll come back."

"Alright, I’ll wait for you."

After she hung up, Qiao Xiya tossed her phone aside.

There was a car honking behind her; Qiao Xiya put her sunglasses back on, started her vehicle, and quickly drove off.

Lin Qian, she won’t let her sit on the throne of the Young Madam Yin!

MXL counter.

Lin Qian had just finished setting up a store display, straightened her back, and massaged her sore waist from bending over too long, ready to get some water.

A commotion came from the front hall; Chen Fei ran over.

"Manager Lin, a customer insists on being served by you."

"What kind of customer?"

"A man dressed like a nouveau riche."

Chen Fei pursed her lips, "Manager Lin, I don’t think this man has good intentions."

A man with bad intentions?

Did he come here especially after seeing the news about her?

Did she inadvertently bring MXL some popularity?

Lin Qian still had the leisure to mock herself.

"Let’s go, I’ll take a look."

Sometimes, there will be a few clueless fools to deal with.

It’s just a matter of seeing who has the upper hand.

Lin Qian walked to the front hall, wearing the most professional smile, and looked at the visitor, "Hello, may I help you?"

The visitor was around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with slicked-back hair as if he had emptied an entire bottle of hair product on it.

With a big face and double chin, he wore leopard-print clothes from head to toe, and was adorned with shiny gold chains on his hands and neck, radiating a glister in the lighting.

He did look like... a nouveau riche.

The man squinted his eyes at Lin Qian, sizing her up, "So you’re Lin Qian? Not much to look at, are you?"

His words sounded like someone who came to spectate after hearing rumors.

Lin Qian kept a smile, "Sir, what do you require? Are you looking to buy a suit, or perhaps a luxury item?"

"My requirement, huh?"

The man, with his protruding belly, stepped closer to Lin Qian, arrogantly said, "I heard that you like to flirt with male customers? Name your price, how much for spending one night with you?"

Direct indeed!

Lin Qian’s expression remained unchanged, she sidestepped subtly, "Sir, if you’re here to buy clothes today, I’d be enthusiastic to serve you. Otherwise, there’s the door; you may leave."

The woman’s demeanor was calm, clearly not taking him seriously.

The man’s eyebrows furrowed, he grabbed Lin Qian’s arm and shouted angrily, "Why so arrogant? Aren’t you just a whore? What’s with the airs? Look down on me? I’ve got plenty of money, name your price or not?"

"Sir, I suggest you show some respect!"

Lin Qian shook off the man’s hand, "We have surveillance here. If you lay another hand on me, I can sue you."

"You sue me, I’ll complain against you! You don’t appreciate kindness."

Feeling his pride wounded as his advances were rejected, the man started to insult her.

Surrounding customers began to watch the spectacle with meaningful looks at Lin Qian.

Lin Qian exhaled deeply, smiling at the man, "Sir, please calm down a bit. Regarding the birthday banquet at Old Madam Yin’s last night, you obviously were not invited by the Yin Family. Certainly, with your manners, you’re definitely not up to the Yin Family’s standards. Hence, you rely on hearsay and come here to stir up trouble."

Sometimes, it’s necessary for someone to stick out their neck first.

Other times, an example must be made to warn others.

Lin Qian paused, staring at the man’s ugly expression, "But let me remind you, you might want to think hard about whether those people, who whispered provocations in your ear, are just using you. Do you know what happened at the banquet? Yin Group’s CEO, Yin Moran, got angry for my sake in front of all the high society guests there. Are you sure that you dare to mess with Yin Moran’s woman?"

Though news of the banquet was suppressed, the wealthy attendees would naturally gossip about what happened in front of Yin Moran privately.

This man, clearly of lower social standing, must have been egged on by those wealthy gossips to cause trouble.

So she might as well bluff using Yin Moran’s name to frighten him, which in turn could serve as a warning to others.

The man, facing Lin Qian’s calmly defiant stance, was full of suspicion in his narrowed eyes.

"So what you’re saying is, Yin Moran has spoiled you rotten? Keep blowing that horn! If he really spoiled you to the sky, would you still be cooped up here working as a mere sales associate?"