Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 229: Actually Holding Another Woman

Chapter 229: Chapter 229: Actually Holding Another Woman

Meili.

It was still a lively place lit with bright lights and surrounded by the murmur of chatter.

Lin Qian arrived at the private room booked by Yin Qinglan and adjusted her outfit before pushing the door open.

Inside the room, colorful lights flickered, illuminating everyone present.

Men and women, some sitting and some standing, were surrounded by music and laughter, creating a lively atmosphere.

As Lin Qian searched for Lin Qinglan, she heard Nangong Li’s voice.

"Oh, look who’s here, Lin!"

Lin Qian’s gaze shifted toward Nangong Li, who was walking toward her with a smile.

Nangong Li was also there.

Did that mean Yin Moran was there too?

Her heart inexplicably leapt with joy.

"Lin Qian, come, let’s sit."

Following Nangong Li, Yin Qinglan walked up to Lin Qian, took her arm with a gentle smile, and led her toward the sofa.

Before she could speak, Yin Qinglan guided her to a corner of the sofa.

With a casual glance, she spotted the distinguished and aloof figure of Yin Moran.

Dressed in his usual black attire, his shirt slightly unbuttoned at the collar revealing his delicate collarbone.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, he held a stemmed glass in one hand, gently swirling it, while the other rested on the back of the sofa, his entire demeanor under the lights exuded an ascetic laziness that was mesmerizing.

He really was here!

Lin Qian’s heart skipped a beat, unsure if it was because of affection or nervousness.

"Lin, don’t just stand there, sit down."

Nangong Li, hands in his pockets, interestingly observed the pair as he spoke.

"Yeah, Lin Qian, you should enjoy yourself today. What would you like to eat or drink? I’ll get it for you."

Yin Qinglan, smiling, pushed Lin Qian onto the sofa next to Yin Moran.

"Anything is fine, thanks."

Lin Qian smiled back at Yin Qinglan.

"Don’t be formal with me."

Yin Qinglan gestured for Nangong Li with a glance to not hover around like a third wheel.

Catching on, Nangong Li winked at the silent Yin Moran.

"Old Yin, don’t be a wet blanket, your woman is here, don’t be standoffish."

He had pryed some details from someone—apparently, there was some misunderstanding between the two because of Chu Yelin.

One jealous soul was quite upset!

Look at that proud posture, who knew if tonight they would reconcile?

But with him around, there shouldn’t be a problem!

Yin Moran didn’t respond, only flicking his dark eyes and swirling his drink before taking a big sip.

His aura remained indifferent, not making eye contact throughout.

Lin Qian pressed her lips together and silently sighed.

She knew he was still angry with her.

The words she had said that night must have hurt his pride.

He had lowered his stance to propose to her, yet she had mentioned breaking up because of work.

Sigh!

What could she do to alleviate the gloom in his heart?

Lin Qian shifted slightly and turned to look at him, "Well..."

Before she could finish, the man beside her suddenly reached out, pulling a passing waiter into his arms.

With a gasp, the waiter, holding a bottle, looked bewildered and then her face suddenly flushed with shyness.

She had never dreamed that Yin Moran would pull her into his embrace.

This was one of Su City’s top elites!

Not just wealthy, but importantly handsome.

Such an ordinarily unapproachable man was now holding her in his arms!

Unbelievable!

Lin Qian, too, watched the scene in disbelief, her eyes wide.

What was Moran doing?

Right in front of her, he was actually holding another woman?

And the way he looked at her, his gaze coaxing yet devilishly gentle.

Plus, where were his long hands touching her?

Lin Qian abruptly stood up, her small face tightened as she glared at him, "Moran, what are you doing?"

Hearing this, Moran looked up at Lin Qian, his deep eyes misty from the alcohol giving them a moist, mesmerizing look.

"What am I doing? Can’t you see?"

The man glanced at her, a hint of mockery in his casual words.

He pinched the chin of the woman in his arms, lowering his head to breathe into her ear.

"Don’t space out, attend to me."

His actions were libertine and frivolous, his voice full of seduction, just like a playboy who frequented glamorous social spots.

This side of Moran, Lin Qian had never seen before.

A surge of rage welled up in her heart, and her chest heaved.

"Moran, you let her go!"

How jealous, how angry!

Damn man, she really wanted to hit him!

"Let her go?"

Moran raised his eyes, a cool smile on his lips, "Who are you to me? Why should I listen to you?"

"I..."

Lin Qian choked, her eyes meeting Moran’s dark, deep gaze as she swallowed, "I am your girlfriend, don’t you think you should listen to me?"

Right!

They hadn’t broken up, their relationship was that of boyfriend and girlfriend.

She certainly had the right to control him!

Moran stared at Lin Qian’s huffy face, his dark eyes shifting; his expression was unreadable.

The woman in his arms was peeling grape skin.

Hearing Lin Qian’s words, she couldn’t help but turn back and laugh sarcastically, "Sister, I advise you to take it easy, don’t be aggressive like a banshee. Men come out to enjoy themselves, you should not spoil the mood. Be careful or Mr. Yin might dislike you."

Moran saw her tonight because she had lucked out; she didn’t want to miss her chance.

What about a girlfriend?

Men cheat anyway.

She just wanted to cling to his coattails.

After all, she was only twenty years old this year, much younger and more vibrant than this woman.

As long as she spent one night with Moran, he certainly wouldn’t forget her.

Hearing the woman’s words and seeing her deliberately push out her chest and rub against Moran, Lin Qian couldn’t contain her fury anymore.

She suddenly reached out, grabbed the woman who was about to feed grapes to Moran, and flung her to the ground with force.

The woman fell unexpectedly, crying out in pain.

"Ouch, it hurts! You wench, Mr. Yin, look at her..."

The woman spoke with a whiny voice, her face full of grievance.

Lin Qian looked at her and scoffed, "Little sister, stop pretending! You know Xiya? She’s a thousand times prettier than you, and her skills at acting coy and weak are several levels above yours! But so what? Moran still disdains her, doesn’t he? Please go look in the mirror and stop deluding yourself!"

The woman’s face became cold, oozing the intimidating aura of a legitimate empress.

The waitress’s expression shifted, unwillingly gazing at Moran, her face tear-stricken, "Mr. Yin!"

Moran held a wine glass, playing with it; his glossy dark eyes swept over Lin Qian, observing her slender silhouette, the corners of his mouth barely perceptibly curved.

His gaze then casually glanced at the woman on the ground, disgust flashing in his eyes.

She reeked of artificial perfume, it had almost suffocated him.

How could that compare to the unique, clean fragrance of his girlfriend?

"What Mr. Yin? Hurry up and take your tip and leave! Can’t you see the couple is spicing things up?"

Nangong Li tossed a stack of money to the woman on the ground, signaling her to leave quickly.

The waitress bit her lip, pitifully looking at Moran, not missing his disgusted look.

It seemed she had thought too much.

He was just using her to provoke Lin Qian!