Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 202: How About We Be Together?

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: How About We Be Together?

Lin Qian returned home, her mind still echoing with Nangong Li’s words.

She didn’t want to meddle in the relationship between Moran and Qiao Xixian, but she knew their relationship had ultimately become burdensome.

Qiao Xixian would remain forever in Moran’s heart in such a manner.

Sighing, Lin Qian changed her shoes and first went to the children’s room.

In the room, the little one was sleeping soundly in his blankets.

His little face was flushed red as he slept, exceptionally cute.

Lin Qian touched his soft hair, her eyes and eyebrows softened.

Why do people’s feelings change?

Even this little one suddenly started disliking Moran.

What about her?

Could she really continue with Moran forever?

Qiao Xiya’s face flashed through her mind again.

Lin Qian’s heart clenched, her gaze landing on the sleeping child, her expression complex.

Nangong Li said Moran was a man of deep feelings and loyalty.

And since Qiao Xixian died because of him, he would make up for his guilt towards Qiao Xixian with Xiya!

The problem she had once considered resurfaced.

When she and Qiao Xiya stood on opposing sides, whom would he help?

...

Meili.

Xiya entered, fully disguised with a mask and sunglasses, accompanied by Shen Bing.

"What is Chen Fei actually busy with? She hasn’t replied to messages till now."

Xiya reached a corner, took off her sunglasses, and glanced at Shen Bing, "Did you find out which private room that bitch Lin Qian booked?"

"I found out, they’re in private room 8808," Shen Bing replied hurriedly.

Xiya snorted coldly, her heels clicking as she walked upstairs.

In the afternoon, Chen Fei reported to them that a handsome supervisor had visited the MXL counter and seemed interested in Lin Qian.

She also learned that their employees would have a dinner gathering at Meili tonight.

In such a place, it’s easy for men to take an interest in women and for trouble to start.

She wanted Chen Fei to stir up some trouble, but Chen Fei had stopped replying to messages afterward.

So, she couldn’t help coming herself.

This afternoon, Moran publicly disengaged their relationship, which was a huge humiliation for her!

It was all Lin Qian’s fault, she would never let Lin Qian trample over her.

If she wasn’t going to have it easy, neither would anyone else!

Xiya flicked her wavy curl beside her ear and lifted her chin high as she ascended to the second floor.

Turning a corner, she glimpsed a tall figure passing by.

Xiya’s heart skipped a beat, she hurriedly walked forward.

She thought she saw Moran.

Could he also be at Meili?

Xiya quickened her step, looking towards the front private room, aware that one of them was Nangong Li’s exclusive room.

Just as she was about to move forward, someone came around the corner.

Xiya fixed her gaze, and who could it be if not Moran?

From his appearance, his steps somewhat unsteady, had he drunk too much?

Xiya was pleased and quickly walked up to Moran’s side, supporting him, "Moran?"

The smell of alcohol was strong, he definitely had too much to drink!

Moran’s handsome face was flushed red, his deep eyes glazed with the haziness of alcohol.

He straightened up slightly with the support of Xiya’s hand, turned his head to look at her, wordlessly and silently.

Under the dim, cold light, the man’s presence lost some of its usual chill, gaining a seductive, enchanting allure.

He looked at her as if seeing a long-lost lover, his tender gaze profoundly heart-stirring.

Xiya’s heart stirred with ripples.

She leaned her body closer to his and cooed, "Moran, you drank too much, let me help you go rest for a bit?"

How much had he drunk?

If she could take advantage of his drunken state to do something, then she...

Xiya’s thoughts floated wildly, a flash of excitement briefly visible in her eyes.

She steadied him, tilted her head slightly and gave Shen Bing a look.

Was she signaling her to take a picture of this moment!

Excited, Shen Bing quickly pulled out her phone and snapped a few photos of the two close together.

Moran remained silent, merely staring intently at Xiya, as if he was looking through her at someone else.

Xiya tried to help Moran into a private room, but to no avail, Moran just stood there motionless, leaving her clueless about what he was thinking.

His hazy, deep eyes emitted an indiscernible emotion that could easily trap someone.

With sparkling almond eyes, Xiya simply wrapped her arms around his strong waist, her body pressed against his, gently caressing.

"Moran, what are you thinking? Are you thinking about how to apologize to me? You know, in the afternoon, you embarrassed me in front of so many reporters, and I was really hurt. Moran, you owe me."

This man, drunk, seemed different from usual!

She really liked how he wasn’t pushing her away now.

Xiya tiptoed and tentatively pecked his thin lips.

Moran didn’t react, only slightly swaying his posture.

He actually didn’t push her away!

Joy surged in Xiya’s heart as she gazed at the beautifully innocent face of the man, tightening her embrace around his waist, tiptoeing, wanting to deepen the kiss.

But this time, Moran seemed abruptly sober, raising his hand to block Xiya’s lips, frowning as he pushed her away.

His tall stature swayed, and he staggered a bit, leaning on the wall behind him.

His temples throbbed painfully in spasms.

He raised a hand to massage the sore temples and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

He really had drunk too much.

Did he really mistake Xiya for Xixian just now?

"Ya, why are you here?"

His voice was husky, laced with the magnetism of drunkenness.

Xiya’s heart itched unbearably, filled with resentment for not getting to kiss Moran again.

She stepped forward again, her soft body pressing up against him, and reached out with her fair, slender hand to caress his chest, stirring up flames.

"I came to see you. Moran, I like you, won’t you kiss me?"

His lips were so soft, his breath so enticing, she really wanted to be with him.

Moran, she wanted to be with him!

Xiya’s hand moved lower, yearning to arouse the man.

Moran’s brows furrowed even more.

He quickly grabbed Xiya’s hand and pulled her away.

"Stop it, go back."

"I’m not going back!"

Xiya wrapped her arms around Moran from behind, burying her head in his back, "Moran, I like you, and you like me too, right? Otherwise, how could you have stayed without a woman by your side all these years, and spoiled me like a little princess. Moran, can’t we be together?"

"Let go."

Moran’s face flashed with impatience, "Ya, I only see you as a sister."

"Nonsense! You just feel guilty towards my sister, so you refuse to admit your feelings for me. Moran, my sister has passed away, and I believe that if she could, from beyond, she would wish for her dearest sister’s desires to be fulfilled. Moran, you loved my sister so much, you would listen to her, wouldn’t you? So, can’t we be together?"

Xiya moved in front of him, cupped his face, and looked at him with eager anticipation.

Moran’s chest heaved tumultuously, the headache from the alcohol and the mention of Xixian rending the violent fury inside him uncontrollable.

He pushed her away forcefully, his voice chillingly cold, "Go away, go back!"

He didn’t want to hear Xixian’s name from anyone anymore.

Tonight, he didn’t want to remember the past at all!