Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 217: I’ve Already Proposed to Lin Qian

Chapter 217: Chapter 217: I’ve Already Proposed to Lin Qian

"It wasn’t on purpose? Then you did it deliberately?"

The man took a step forward, tilting his head slightly as he leaned toward Fang Tong and blew a breath in her direction provocatively, "Miss Fang, you stepped on and dirtied my shoe. How do you suggest we settle this?"

Fang Tong almost choked on the man’s overpowering cologne.

She frowned and took a step back, eying the man warily. "What do you propose I do to compensate?"

This man was decked out in designer brands and had decent looks, obviously a bona fide rich second generation.

But his frivolous gaze and mannerisms, as well as the bruising under his eyelids, were clear indicators that he was no gentleman.

His eyes on her were familiar, laden with desire.

What rotten luck, to run into such a man with ill intentions even here at the Yins.

"How to compensate?"

The man closed the distance between them once again and grabbed Fang Tong’s hand, "Miss Fang, I, Yin Jingchen, am known to be a man who pities and cherishes the fairer sex. How about we call it even if you join me for a meal?"

His name is Yin Jingchen?

Fang Tong was momentarily stunned.

She had read up on the Yin Group and knew that their vice president was named Yin Jingchen.

It figured, he was Moran’s cousin.

No wonder he was covered in luxury brands.

But while they both bore the Yin surname, their characters were worlds apart.

He even dared to make advances on her!

Fang Tong tried to pull away with a cold face but found her hand tightly held.

"Sir, I must insist that you conduct yourself with dignity!"

Fang Tong’s pretty face went cool, her beautiful eyes glaring coldly at Yin Jingchen.

Yin Jingchen gave a leering smile, but instead of releasing her, he pulled her forcefully into his embrace.

His hand reached for Fang Tong’s face, feeling the smoothness of her skin, as Yin Jingchen stared at her as if she were prey about to be devoured.

"Miss Fang, you were the one who made the mistake, and you were the one who told me to make a compensation demand. What’s the matter? Unwilling?"

Fang Tong’s face remained stiff, and she turned her head to the side to avoid his wandering hands, but he still managed to cop a feel.

A repulsive chill ran through her, and the cool sharpness flashed in her almond eyes.

The next second, she lifted her foot and stomped hard on Yin Jingchen’s foot, grinding the point of her stiletto heel mercilessly.

"Ugh!"

A severe pain shot through his foot, and Yin Jingchen’s face twisted in agony.

Seizing the moment his grip loosened, Fang Tong pushed him away and hastily took two steps back.

"Sir, it was my mistake for bumping into you, and I am willing to apologize. However, when faced with a lecher, sorry, but this lady strikes on sight!"

Fang Tong huffed coldly, straightening her chestnut curls before briskly walking past him and leaving.

Behind her, Yin Jingchen, holding his sore foot, watched with interest as Fang Tong disappeared into the elevator.

Little chili pepper, just wait, he was bound to have her eventually!

Meanwhile, in Qiao Xiya’s apartment.

Moran, who had just hung up with Fang Tong, held his phone, his handsome face darkening.

So, the drama today was orchestrated by Fang Tong.

She sure had a knack for playing the knight-errant for Lin Qian!

And Lin Qian...

The hand holding Moran’s phone tightened.

In his mind, he recalled rushing to the hospital after Fang Tong’s call only to have Lin Qian give him one look and walk away without a word.

Why wouldn’t this foolish woman spell it out for him?

Was she planning to keep her troubles to herself and really distance herself from him because of Qiao Xiya’s threats?

His chest heaved, and Moran’s dark eyes froze over.

From beside him came a tender voice, "Moran, I’ve sliced some fruit; would you like to try some?"

A fragrant breeze wafted past as the woman sat down close to him.

Moran furrowed his brows and glanced sideways at the woman next to him.

At this moment, Qiao Xiya was wearing a sleeping gown as thin as a cicada’s wings, barely covering the roots of her thighs.

Her bosom was half-exposed, and her legs slender and beautiful as she leaned to one side, presenting a seductive beauty fresh from a bath.

Yin Moran furrowed his brows harshly and snatched a jacket lying nearby, tossing it onto her.

"Put on your clothes before you speak."

The man’s tone was filled with anger, carrying a formidable deterrence that made her dare not disobey.

Qiao Xiya ripped the jacket off her head and observed Yin Moran’s face change through various expressions.

She was a stunningly beautiful starlet, with countless prestigious men out there willing to submit under her "pomegranate skirt"!

And she knew exactly where her advantages lay.

Her skin was fair, and her figure proud, she undoubtedly had the capital to bewitch.

Yet, even though she was dressed so revealingly, Yin Moran was unmoved!

Was he even a man at all?

"Moran, I..."

"Ya, did you threaten Lin Qian with a child?"

Yin Moran interrupted Qiao Xiya’s words, his tone as cold as frost.

A sudden question made Qiao Xiya flinch, with a flash of guilt clearly visible in her eyes.

Damn it!

How could he suddenly ask this question?

Could it be Lin Qian had tattled to him?

Impossible!

If Lin Qian had complained earlier, Yin Moran definitely wouldn’t have come to question her at this time.

Qiao Xiya’s gaze lingered on the cellphone on the coffee table belonging to Yin Moran.

If she hadn’t seen wrongly just now, she seemed to have spotted the name Fang Tong.

Fang Tong?

Lin Qian’s friend?

Could it be this woman who had snitched?

"Moran, I don’t know who’s been badmouthing me to you, but I swear, I’m not that heartless and crazy!"

With no evidence, how could she possibly admit to it?

Yin Moran stared into Qiao Xiya’s eyes, his deep and inky pupils like a black vortex, radiating a mysterious power.

"Is that so? So, you didn’t threaten Lin Qian with her child? If you didn’t threaten her, why did you look guilty just now?"

"I..."

Qiao Xiya opened her mouth, seeing Yin Moran’s cold demeanor, knowing that her inadvertent expression had betrayed her.

"Yes, I did mention it offhand, but at that time I was just lashing out in anger, speaking without thinking."

Qiao Xiya urgently grabbed Yin Moran’s hand, her eyes filling with plaintive tears. "Moran, in your eyes, am I truly so vile?"

Yin Moran, who held a high position, loathed being lied to most of all.

Better to own up than to outright deny everything.

At least it would showcase her frank nature.

Yin Moran looked at her, and after a long pause, withdrew his hand from hers.

"Ya, I understand your feelings. But I’ve emphasized several times, I only think of you as a sister. Any unsuitable thoughts you have, I ask you to restrain immediately. I’ve already proposed to Lin Qian, and she will be my wife. I hope you will show her due respect and refrain from committing distasteful acts."

He reiterated the point he needed to make.

Hoping she would take the hint.

A thunderous roar echoed through Qiao Xiya’s mind.

"What? Moran, how could you propose to her? She’s just a promiscuous woman! Look for yourself, what did she do first thing this morning?"

How could Yin Moran propose to Lin Qian?

She couldn’t allow such a thing to happen!

Filled with jealousy, Qiao Xiya grabbed her phone, located the video Gu Yan had sent her, and played it for Yin Moran to see.

"Moran, look, this man is Lin Qian’s boss, and she accompanied him to the mall to buy pants first thing in the morning! A woman helping a man buy pants, don’t you think such behavior is too intimate? She’s a promiscuous woman, hooking you while not missing any chance to marry a rich man. Moran, you really can’t marry such a woman!"