Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 212 I Can Explain

Chapter 212: Chapter 212 I Can Explain

Have Han Chen come down to receive her?

Putting on an act again?

Lin Qian rolled her eyes internally, forcing a smile at Han Chen that didn’t reach her eyes.

"Assistant Han, please tell Mr. Yin not to do things in my name under the pretense it’s for my own good. Is there any point?"

On one hand, he postures as her absolute protector in front of others.

On the other hand, his ambiguous relationship with Qiao Xiya is clear as day.

No wonder her precious son says that Yin Moran is a scumbag!

She agrees!

"Cough, Miss Lin, this is still something you need to discuss with the boss personally."

Han Chen spoke, silently lighting a candle in his heart for his own boss.

It should have been a good thing that the boss stood up for Lin Qian, but it ended up fueling rumors of him and Qiao Xiya.

No wonder Miss Lin was unhappy.

He just hoped his boss would step up and make things right with Miss Lin later on.

Lin Qian followed Han Chen into the express elevator that climbed all the way to the top floor.

With a ding, the elevator doors opened to reveal a tranquil corridor.

One side housed the office area—its wall panels so polished they could serve as mirrors.

The whole setup screamed opulence!

"Miss Lin, please."

Han Chen was the picture of respect, gesturing for her to proceed.

Lin Qian curved her lips in a smile, not bothering to take in her surroundings, and followed Han Chen onward.

"Hey, hey, that’s Lin Qian, right?"

"Yes, yes, look at how respectfully Assistant Han is treating her?"

"Let’s make a bet on who Mr. Yin will eventually choose between her and Qiao Xiya?"

"..."

Whispers from the women in the office area reached Lin Qian, who tugged at the corner of her mouth in resigned mirth. She was already numb to being the subject of such a spectacle.

Being on display like some sort of monkey was nothing new to her.

Finally, following behind Han Chen, they arrived at a closed office door.

This must be the CEO’s office.

Han Chen knocked on the door, and a magnetic male voice came from within.

"Come in."

Han Chen pushed the door open, "Miss Lin, please enter."

"Thank you."

Lin Qian gave Han Chen a small smile and walked inside.

The spacious office was elegantly decorated, oozing understated luxury everywhere.

In the hushed silence, the man sat in his executive chair, working with a pen in hand.

His defined angular features looked even more striking under the light.

Hearing the noise, he lifted his eyes and smiled at Lin Qian.

"Have you arrived?"

His voice was magnetic and tender, his gaze warm.

As if nothing had happened at all.

Lin Qian gripped the handle of her bag tighter, calmed her emotions, and spoke, "Mr. Yin, I’ve brought the suit you requested. The invitation card is also included. I hope you can attend on time on the day of the event."

Her pretty face serious, her words formal.

Yin Moran chuckled lightly, stood up and pushed back his chair, striding on his long legs towards Lin Qian.

Lin Qian stood still, avoiding eye contact with him.

His presence drew nearer, and a warmth on her arm accompanied the magnetic sound near her ear, "Come sit."

"Mr. Yin, I still have things to do, so I won’t stay. Please sign for this."

Lin Qian struggled free from his grasp, bringing the bag in her hand over to him.

Yin Moran stared at Lin Qian’s slightly made-up but cold, distant face, and gave a helpless smile, "Qianqian, are you still mad at me? Come and eat, I’ll explain after we finish dinner."

"No need, Mr. Yin, please just sign quickly so I can go back to work."

Lin Qian remained ungracious, still refusing.

Seeing this, Yin Moran helplessly shook his head and, without further word, pulled her to him, tossed aside the items in her hand, and led her to the inner room, making her sit down at the dining table.

The scent of food was enticing, stimulating one’s taste buds.

Lin Qian glared at a certain domineering man, opened her mouth as if to say something, but upon meeting the man’s deep, ink-like eyes, she ultimately swallowed her words.

Not playing coy!

Wasn’t she supposed to speak up for that father and daughter?

Thinking this, Lin Qian mulled over her words, "Mr. Yin, please revoke your order, don’t target that innocent father and daughter anymore, making it impossible for them to live."

Upon hearing this, Yin Moran, who was ladling soup, paused and looked at Lin Qian: "Which father and daughter?"

"Stop pretending, Mr. Yin, what’s the point of this? Under the guise of standing up for me, you’re actually making enemies for me, right? Those people are Qiao Xiya’s fans. Once the fans act rashly, I’m the one who suffers. You go to such lengths to protect Qiao Xiya, don’t you think that’s despicable?"

Lin Qian was annoyed, her tone barely hiding her agitation.

Yin Moran passed the soup to Lin Qian, a hint of resignation flashing in his black eyes, "Qianqian, I was just killing the chicken to warn the monkeys, not protecting Qiao Xiya as you said. Okay, whatever you say, I’ll have Han Chen sort it out in a bit."

He was unaware of what had happened downstairs, but he knew he had punished the parents of the girl who had led the trouble.

It was a gesture to show his stance.

The person he wanted to protect was her, not Qiao Xiya.

Hearing Yin Moran’s compliance, Lin Qian did not continue to speak; her small face was cold as she looked at the dishes on the table.

The feast was sumptuous, exuding an alluring halo that gave rise to a strong appetite.

Looking around, each dish was her favorite.

Lin Qian couldn’t help but swallow her saliva, it seemed her stomach was also singing the tune of an empty fortress.

A bowl of rice and a pair of chopsticks appeared in front of her, and the man’s voice was tender as water, "Eat."

Lin Qian really wanted to assertively say she wouldn’t eat, but her growling stomach said otherwise.

"Not eating? Do you need me to feed you?"

A teasing voice came from above her head. Lin Qian raised her eyes to glare at him and slowly picked up the chopsticks, beginning to eat.

The young woman ate with elegance. Yin Moran hooked the corner of his lips, watching her eat only the two dishes in front of her, then picked up some food with chopsticks and placed it into her bowl.

Lin Qian’s chewing paused, and then she continued to eat silently.

However, the food he had placed into her bowl remained untouched on the side.

Yin Moran’s deep eyes slightly narrowed, and after a moment’s silence, he said, "Qianqian, about last night, I can explain..."

"No need for explanations."

Lin Qian suddenly lost her appetite and put down her chopsticks, "Mr. Yin, you’re not mine, whatever you do is not wrong. I’ve eaten enough, please sign the bill so I can go and report back."

Lin Qian stood up after speaking, preparing to go to the outer room to fetch her bag.

Warmth enveloped her arm, and the next second, before she could react, she was drawn into a man’s embrace.

At that moment, she was forced to sit on his lap.

The man’s firm thighs through the thin fabric of his pants ironed against her buttocks.

Lin Qian was stunned for a moment before her pretty face blushed deeply.

"Yin Moran, let go!"

Yin Moran looked down at the woman’s pretty face and, instead of releasing her, held her even tighter.

"Don’t move, or I can’t promise what might happen next!"

His voice was husky and tempting, his body emanating a burning heat, his breath as intoxicating as it teased her.

Lin Qian’s heart fluttered like a frightened deer, and her mind seemed to have a skylight opened, everything went blindingly white.

Her hair was lightly caressed as a whisper reached her ears.

"Last night, did Nangong Li tell you about Qiao Xixian? I wasn’t feeling great, so I drank a bit too much in his private room, and when I went out for some air, I bumped into Ya. I was a bit dizzy at the time and didn’t notice her actions, but as soon as I realized, I pushed her away immediately. So, it’s not as the outside world says, that I couldn’t restrain myself and got involved with her."

"Qianqian, you have to believe me, I’m not fickle. If you don’t believe it, you can check the surveillance at the club. I’ve never liked Qiao Xiya; I’ve always seen her as a sister."