Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 198: Let Him Taste the Flavor of Repeated Defeat

Chapter 198: Chapter 198: Let Him Taste the Flavor of Repeated Defeat

Chu Ziyang had been taken away by Nangong Li.

Thinking about how the little guy had just resisted Yin Moran’s approach, Chu Yelin’s mouth curled up in a mocking smile.

The little thing was quite determined, single-mindedly wanting to matchmake him with Lin Qian.

He hoped it would go as the child wished!

His gaze swept toward the man opposite him, Chu Yelin’s expression was hidden in the light, dark and difficult to discern.

"Mr. Yin seems to be very concerned about the child just now, I suppose it’s a case of love me, love my dog, right?"

Hearing this, Yin Moran withdrew his gaze, his dark eyes cool and deep, "It sounds like President Chu seems to be quite interested in Mr. Yin’s affairs as well?"

"Haha, after all, as it concerns the gossip about our shop’s employees, as a leader, it would be hard not to know."

Chu Yelin’s mouth held a cool and thin smile, "I really can’t tell, Mr. Yin’s taste... is quite unique."

Meaningful words.

Was he mocking him, suggesting the woman he liked was a single mother?

Yin Moran’s face was calm, his thin lips slightly curved, "The fish knows the joy of fish, not the outsider."

That one sentence gave Chu Yelin’s smile a slight pause.

He looked deeply at Yin Moran, chuckled lightly, "Is that so? But it seems the child is quite resistant to you, yet he chatted with me for a bit and seemed to hit it off. I wonder if, in the future, the child’s mother will put her child’s thoughts first when choosing a partner. If she considers her child’s feelings, then Mr. Yin might have a long road ahead of him!"

A statement that sounded a bit provocative and boastful.

Yin Moran’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, his lips pressed into a straight line, his aura chilly and frosty.

The two men locked eyes, and it was as if invisible sparks were flying in the space between them.

After a moment, Chu Yelin’s lips curved up, "Alright, Mr. Yin, my employees are waiting for me, we’ll chat another day!"

No more words to say?

Wait and see, he would make him taste the bitterness of defeat again and again!

Chu Yelin turned and strode away.

Behind him, Yin Moran’s eyes were as deep as the sea, the corners of his mouth slowly forming a cold arc.

Was this Lin Qian’s another admirer?

He was quite adept at heart-striking.

Actually leaving him at a loss for words.

Even worse, he had started to contemplate following his words: between him and the child, whom did Lin Qian favor more?

Wrong!

He shouldn’t be led by the nose by others!

Who was he?

The omnipotent Yin Moran.

Only he had the right to control the whole situation, not allowing others the chance to make choices!

Yin Moran regained his composure, took long strides, and moved forward.

The two, one after the other, reached the private room door.

Chu Yelin was about to push the door and enter when, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the tall figure behind him and couldn’t help but glance sideways.

Yin Moran glanced at him, and spoke indifferently, "President Chu, I’m here to pick up my girlfriend after work. You don’t mind if I go in and greet her colleagues, do you?"

Chu Yelin frowned, but before he could speak, Yin Moran had already pushed open the door of the private room.

Inside the room, a group of employees were chatting and eating with relish.

Hearing the commotion, they all looked up.

Upon seeing Yin Moran standing at the door, they couldn’t help but take a deep breath, their eyes sparkling.

"Wow, another handsome guy pleasing to the eye."

"Gosh, it’s Mr. Yin, Manager Lin’s man has followed her here."

"..."

Lin Qian’s seat was directly opposite the door of the private room, so she didn’t see Yin Moran appear immediately.

Hearing the comments of the crowd, Lin Qian blinked and, prompted by Chen Fei beside her, turned around, only to see Yin Moran striding towards her with long steps.

The man’s features were incomparably handsome, a slight smile playing on his lips, his dark eyes warm and smiling.

A familiar scent wafted over as the man approached her, his voice charming, "Qianqian, I’ve come uninvited, surely you won’t mind?"

Lin Qian: "..."

What was this man up to now?

"Of course not, Mr. Yin, please have a seat."

Chen Fei quickly got up from her seat, gesturing for Yin Moran to sit down and signaling the waiter to bring a new set of utensils.

Yin Moran glanced at her and nodded politely, taking a seat without ceremony.

The man had a powerful presence that quieted the lively dinner as soon as he sat down.

Everyone at the table held their breath, not daring to speak too casually.

Chu Yelin also took his seat, scoffing quietly at Yin Moran’s brazen arrival.

He leaned back in his chair, giving a chilly smile as he watched the man and woman beside him.

"Mr. Yin, our staff dinner is already halfway done, and here you are, a big boss, having to eat leftovers. Quite embarrassing for you."

Hearing Chu Yelin’s comment, Yin Moran acted as if he didn’t notice the unwelcome tone.

His lips curled slightly as he replied unfazed before lifting a glass filled with wine towards the staff.

"Everyone, I’ve come uninvited, so I’ll drink this first as a toast to you all. My girlfriend here really enjoys working with you all, and I hope for your continued support of her in the future."

Asking them to look after Lin Qian?

The staff members each looked thrilled, raising their glasses in toast, their fondness for Yin Moran growing, and their envy for Lin Qian increasing.

The top noble of Su City was humbly eating with them, and they weren’t blind—they could tell Yin Moran was openly flaunting his affection.

Clearly, he doted on Lin Qian!

Next to them, Du Qian saw Yin Moran in person for the first time, his handsome face and his evident affection for Lin Qian filled her with jealousy and anger.

Lin Qian was nothing but a vixen!

Wasn’t Yin Moran, a noble man, enough for her?

And still, she was trying to seduce Chu Yelin?

And what’s more, Chu Yelin was interested in her as well.

It was infuriating to watch.

Du Qian glared at Lin Qian, her eyes wheeling around before raising her glass towards Lin Qian and saying, "Lin Qian, Mr. Yin really treats you well. You should be careful not to create any scandals that might trouble him."

It sounded like she was flattering Yin Moran, but in reality, she was signalling that Lin Qian had a bad reputation.

Yin Moran gave her a brief glance, the corners of his mouth turned up, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes, now cold as ice.

Lin Qian looked at Du Qian, aware she was stirring trouble, and with a slight curve of her lips, she replied, "Manager Du, a clear conscience fears no accusation. Those who know me understand what kind of person I am. If he found it troubling over a trifling rumor, then clearly, we wouldn’t be suitable for each other. So..."

Lin Qian turned to Yin Moran, a smile brimming in her eyes, "Mr. Yin, would you feel troubled by any scandal I might be involved in?"

At that moment, her emotions were fluctuating.

She rather hoped he would be troubled.

Perhaps then, she’d have an excuse to keep her distance from him.

"Would I be troubled?"

Yin Moran’s lips quirked up, his prominent-knuckled hand enveloping her slender one, his magnetic voice captivating and imperious.

"Qianqian, you should know what kind of man I am by now. I want you to marry me, to become the rightful Mrs. Yin. This thought has never changed."

She was to marry him?

In front of a bunch of colleagues, was this not a proposal but a declaration of determination?

Lin Qian’s heart skipped a beat, staring blankly at Yin Moran, speechless.

Their gazes locked, one filled with affection, the other stunned.

Silence enveloped the surroundings, time seemingly at a standstill.

The silence was shattered by a cold sneer.

As everyone came back to their senses, they saw Chu Yelin lounging in his chair, idly spinning a glass in hand, his cool gaze on Yin Moran’s handsome face, his lips parting lightly.

"Mr. Yin, isn’t your proposal a bit too hasty? Shouldn’t there be a bit more flair? Like, say, parachuting in, arriving at a certain spot with an engagement ring in hand, and personally putting it on the lady’s finger!"