Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 230: The Act of Stealing a Man is Praiseworthy

Chapter 230: Chapter 230: The Act of Stealing a Man is Praiseworthy

After sending the waiter away, Lin Qian let out a long sigh of relief.

She glanced up slightly, then suddenly realized every person in the private room was staring at her.

Those gazes were playful and meaningful.

Lin Qian felt her face flush with embarrassment as she belatedly realized just how fierce her demeanor must have seemed.

She really did seem like a shrew there.

Lin Qian’s almond-shaped eyes twinkled as she sneaked a glance at the man sitting on the sofa.

The man appeared nonchalant, sipping his drink casually; his handsome face, under the glow of the light, emitted a slightly drunken blush, utterly enchanting.

No reaction?

She had chased away the server, and he had no reaction at all?

Was he mad or not?

"Lin, I never would have guessed. You always seem so gentle, but you were quite formidable when you got angry? Not bad, not bad! Your actions in fighting for your man earlier deserve some praise!"

Nangong Li looked at Lin Qian with a teasing expression on his face.

Lin Qian was speechless, feeling extremely uncomfortable at the moment.

Fighting for a man?

When did she ever?

Cough, cough!

It seemed that she indeed disliked the man’s behavior earlier and just wanted to chuck everyone obstructing her view out of the way!

"Li, Lin Qian is shy. Stop teasing her."

Yin Qinglan handed Lin Qian a plate of fruit and a glass of wine, and glared at Nangong Li.

Nangong Li laughed, glanced at Yin Moran, and his narrow eyes sparkled.

"Hey, hey, just sitting like this is so dull. Come on, let’s play a game!"

He had come prepared today, determined to make sure the two mended fences!

With a shout from Nangong Li, everyone gathered around.

"Mr. Li, what interesting game are we playing today?"

"How about we play Hot Potato? Whoever has it when the music stops must accept a request put forth by me, the host. How about it?"

Nangong Li raised an eyebrow, scanning across Lin Qian and Yin Moran.

This game was specifically tailored for them!

"Sounds great!"

The whole group had been informed by Nangong Li earlier and knew that today’s main event revolved around Yin Moran and Lin Qian, so they echoed their agreement without question.

"Lin Qian, don’t be shy during the game."

Yin Qinglan said with a teasing smile, positioning her beside Yin Moran.

Lin Qian blinked, her gaze falling on the man’s long legs beside her, still pondering Yin Qinglan’s words.

Why did he tell her not to be shy?

Could they really make something more of this game?

As she wondered, the game began.

Lin Qian quickly straightened up, watching Nangong Li, who turned his back to them and began tapping a small stick, while the rest of them started passing the already-prepared silk flower ribbon.

Yin Moran, lounging lazily on the couch, took no interest in such a game.

His gaze rested casually but pointedly on the woman beside him, while the echoes of her scoffing at the waiter resonated in his ears.

My Yin Moran!

He liked these words!

So, this little woman knew how to play her cards right subtly, how to appease him.

Otherwise...

Yin Moran’s lips tightened slightly.

Otherwise, he didn’t know how long their cold war would last.

But the result of the cold war was that he felt an unprecedented irritation.

This little woman truly had a way of making him angry!

"Mr. Yin, it’s your turn!"

A man’s urging voice reached his ears, and Yin Moran came back to his senses to see a bright red silk flower ribbon resting on his thigh.

Thud—the drumming stopped.

Everyone looked at him with laughter.

"Mr. Yin, time to accept the punishment."

"Yeah, Mr. Yin, please accept the host’s request."

"..."

Lin Qian blinked as well, her eyes twinkling with fragmented mirth as she watched him.

Yin Moran was somewhat bored and was about to toss the ribbon flower aside when he heard Nangong Li’s rascally voice.

"Old Yin, even though you’re my buddy, I won’t be lenient. Here’s the deal, out of everyone here, you need to pick someone to feed with wine and make out with for a minute with tongues."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room burst into laughter.

Rowdy playboys were already shouting, "Mr. Yin, pick me, pick me! I don’t mind being on the receiving end!"

"Ha ha, I can do it too!"

"Me, me!"

"..."

The men were clamoring and shouting at Yin Moran, while the women in the room, though aware this part of the game was designed for Lin Qian, were eagerly watching Yin Moran, hoping he was still at odds with Lin Qian and would choose one of them instead.

When Lin Qian heard Nangong Li’s requirement clearly, her mind blew up like a burst of fireworks.

Making out for a minute?

He actually wanted Yin Moran to make out with someone for a full minute!

This guy, when did he get so many mischievous ideas?

No wonder Yin Qinglan had reminded her before the game to let loose a bit.

So, who would Yin Moran choose to make out with?

Lin Qian was inexplicably nervous, staring unblinkingly at Yin Moran.

Yin Moran, who had initially been disdainful of the game, toyed with the ribbon flower in his hand. His glance swept over Lin Qian, the dark light in his eyes flickering.

Make out, huh?

In front of so many people?

Ha!

Nangong Li, this kid, what an idea he’d come up with.

But, I quite like it.

Yin Moran silently curved his lips into a smile and took a wine glass passed to him by someone else. With a light flick of his long fingers, he untied the bright red ribbon flower, turning it into a large wedding handkerchief.

He glanced at Lin Qian and, under her gaze, lifted his hand, draping the handkerchief over the woman’s head.

His sensual lips sipped the wine, and his long fingers lifted the red handkerchief, grasping the back of her head and descending on the woman’s red lips.

The sudden darkness before her eyes caused Lin Qian’s thoughts to freeze.

The warmth on her lips was followed by a cool flow of wine.

Lin Qian’s pupils contracted, her hands subconsciously clutching the man’s jacket, feeling the moisture from the wine and the man’s surging passion.

Her heart pounded fiercely. Slowly closing her eyes, Lin Qian let the man take what he sought.

The whistles and cheers of the onlookers filled her ears, and with her eyes closed, Lin Qian’s senses sharpened. She felt as if her heart was going to jump out of her chest, and her face turned a shade of flushed red.

Not until she felt she could hardly breathe did Yin Moran somewhat reluctantly let her go and removed the red handkerchief from her head.

The brightness returned, and Lin Qian took deep breaths, her watery eyes shimmering with emotion, her face full of spring.

Yin Moran swept his tongue over his thin lips, eyeing her enticingly red lips, reminiscing the wonderful taste of the woman he had just savored, his eyes darkening.

"Good job! Worthy of being my good brother! Great start! Come on, the game continues!"

Nangong Li laughed wickedly, winking at Yin Moran with a smug look.

Yin Moran shot him a look, his thin lips curving, as he retied the red ribbon and handed it to Lin Qian.

Lin Qian’s face was still burning!

She hurriedly passed the red ribbon flower to Yin Qinglan beside her, the silhouette of the recent moment lingering in her mind.

He had just placed the red handkerchief on her head, giving her the feeling of being a bride!

Her heart was still pounding.

Such palpitations were truly life-threatening!

Lost in her whirlwind of thoughts, Lin Qian’s watery eyes darted about, still trying to come to terms with what had happened, when suddenly the drumming stopped with a thud.

She snapped back to reality, staring blankly at the red ribbon flower on her lap, her face a picture of confusion.

What’s going on?

How did the red ribbon end up on her leg?

She didn’t want this!