Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 199: He’s Losing His Temper at Her

Chapter 199: Chapter 199: He’s Losing His Temper at Her

Paragliding with a marriage proposal ring in hand?

When Lin Qian heard Chu Yelin’s words, her mind involuntarily conjured up such a scene.

It was indeed very original, and very romantic at that.

No!

She had gone off track.

What was she daydreaming about?

Her relationship with Yin Moran hadn’t even been clarified, and yet she was thinking about marriage proposals?

Could it be that she was so eager to be with Yin Moran?

Lin Qian’s pretty face blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Yet, even as some warmth spread through her body, for some reason, she suddenly felt the temperature around her drop.

Where did this chill come from?

Lin Qian turned her head, only to see Yin Moran with a tense expression, his aura as cold as frost, chilling enough to keep strangers away.

Was he...?

Chu Yelin, noticing Yin Moran’s expression, had a mocking smile playing on his lips, though his eyes remained cold and frosty.

"Mr. Yin, do you like my suggestion?"

Yin Moran didn’t speak but only tightened his facial muscles, his hand gripping the wine glass, veins bulging.

He downed the wine in one gulp, threw down the glass, and pulled Lin Qian up, "Let’s go."

"Mr. Yin, you haven’t finished eating! Isn’t it a bit rude to leave just like that?"

Chu Yelin rose to his feet, speaking lazily.

Yin Moran’s dark eyes churned with turmoil, his voice lined with a restrained huskiness, "President Chu, we have other matters to attend to, let’s schedule another time."

"Is that so?"

Chu Yelin looked towards Lin Qian, "Regarding the customer appreciation event’s plan, we still have some specifics to discuss and can’t clock out just yet. Are you sure you want to leave now?"

Lin Qian was still a bit dazed.

She didn’t know why Yin Moran suddenly wanted to take her away.

But she knew his mood was very sour at the moment.

"Well, Moran, we haven’t finished discussing our work. Why don’t you go ahead, and I’ll head back on my own later."

Not knowing why he was in a bad mood, but realizing they indeed had unfinished work,

Upon hearing this, Yin Moran’s presence darkened, his handsome face momentarily marred by anger.

"Work? How important is this work that you have to discuss? Leaving your own son alone at home, don’t you think that’s a bit much for a mother?"

Lin Qian: "..."

Was he venting his anger at her?

How utterly nonsensical.

Lin Qian felt wronged and pulled away from his grasp, "My son and I have been getting by like this for four years, I’ve never thought there was anything wrong with it."

The woman’s face was cold and defiant, Yin Moran’s mood irritable and heavy.

He didn’t want to impose his negative emotions on her, so he nodded and, without a word, strode away.

The private room door opened and then closed.

The sudden change left all the employees present taken aback.

Everyone looked at each other, wondering what was happening.

Why had Yin Moran suddenly lost his temper?

Was it because of Chu Yelin’s remark that the proposal wasn’t novel?

Could it be that Yin Moran was just toying with Lin Qian?

He had no intention of proposing to Lin Qian at all!

Within moments of this realization, the employees looked at Lin Qian with sympathetic eyes.

Only Du Qian wore a face filled with schadenfreude, murmuring condescendingly, "As expected, show off your love and you’ll die fast!"

Meanwhile, Chu Yelin, observing the scene, smiled more deeply.

Only he knew why Yin Moran reacted that way.

Was he reminiscing about the past?

Yin Moran, he would make him live in the shadows for a lifetime!

"Manager Lin, are you okay?"

Chen Fei stood up, looking concernedly at Lin Qian.

Lin Qian forced a smile, shook her head, and pretended not to care as she sat down.

"President Chu, regarding the customer appreciation event’s plan, do you have any further directions?"

Her mood was somewhat spoiled, but she would learn to separate personal feelings from work.

Chu Yelin curved his lips, "Sorry, Manager Lin, it seems I’ve caused you and Mr. Yin to disagree. It’s my fault for bringing up the idea of a novel proposal. Maybe Mr. Yin is just a businessman who doesn’t understand romance, only concerned with the results."

The words felt like sharp needles stabbing into Lin Qian’s heart, pricking painfully in dense succession.

Businessmen don’t understand romance?

Is that really the case?

Perhaps in his heart, she just wasn’t that important.

"President Chu, let’s get back on topic. After we finish, I can go home early to be with my son."

Not wanting to dwell on her private matters, Lin Qian tidied the hair by her ear and feigned composure.

"Alright, let’s talk while we eat."

Chu Yelin poured Lin Qian a glass of wine, watching the sparkle of interest in her eyes.

Lin Qian took a sip of wine and quickly steered the conversation back to business.

Chen Fei, who was nearby listening to their conversation, pondered thoughtfully.

This Chu Yelin is a bit odd!

Her phone beeped with a message.

Chen Fei snapped back to attention and checked her phone, frowning slightly.

The message was from Shen Bing, who was inquiring about the whereabouts of Lin Qian and Chu Yelin.

Chen Fei glanced at Lin Qian and deleted the message, pretending she hadn’t seen it.

Lin Qian’s mood was certainly not good right now; it was best not to disturb her.

She would deal with Shen Bing after the dinner.

Meanwhile, Yin Moran pushed open the door to Nangong Li’s private room, sitting down on the sofa without a word and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt.

His mind was in disarray, thoughts flying chaotically.

As he closed his eyes, the face of a woman smiling appeared before him.

"Moran, what surprise are you planning for me this time?"

"You’ll know when you get here! Xian, I’m waiting for you at Maya Mountain!"

"All this secrecy? Moran, wait for me, okay?"

Wait for her!

But he never saw her again.

A fierce beast seemed to be tearing at his chest, making him wish for death.

In the dark, the man’s eyes were tightly shut, and a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.

A deep sorrowful pain enveloped him.

"Hm? Why isn’t the door locked? I’m sure I..."

Click!

The light came on, and Nangong Li stood at the door, slightly raising an eyebrow when he saw the man on the sofa, "Damn, Old Yin, are you contemplating life?"

Yin Moran didn’t move, just swallowed the bitterness in his mouth.

Nangong Li tossed his keys aside, strode over to the sofa to sit down, and was about to speak when he saw the glisten in the man’s eyes, causing his expression to turn solemn.

"Feeling down? What happened?"

Yin Moran slowly opened his eyes, the remnants of a striking redness still in their depths.

He shifted his body and rubbed his throbbing temples, his voice hoarse, "Got any liquor?"

"Of course."

Nangong Li rose to his feet and headed to the liquor cabinet, taking out a treasured bottle of alcohol and two glasses.

He handed one of the filled glasses to Yin Moran; as he was about to take a sip from his own, he heard Yin Moran say, "Don’t drink, you’ll have to drive Lin Qian home later."

Heh!

So he was Lin Qian and her son’s personal driver for the day?

Nangong Li’s handsome eyebrows twitched, his gaze falling back on Yin Moran, only to find that the latter had already gulped down his drink.

"Man, Old Yin, that’s a vintage I’ve saved for years—take it easy."

Treating his prized liquor like water?

Nangong Li looked pained, but upon seeing Yin Moran’s icy countenance, his eyes flickered, and he teased, "So what’s the matter? You look like you’re about to drop dead. Could it be that little sister Lin has been charmed by that Chu Yelin guy, and now she’s going to break up with you?"

Chu Yelin?

Yin Moran’s hand paused as he was pouring another drink, a ripple of emotion crossing his stony face.

His words echoed annoyingly in his mind.

A more creative proposal?

Was it unintentional, or had he meant to bring it up?

Who exactly was this man?

Yin Moran lifted his glass, downing the contents in one gulp.

His deep, dark eyes turned cold and profound.