Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 231: Fancy Kissing

Chapter 231: Chapter 231: Fancy Kissing

Seeing the ribbon flower land on Lin Qian’s leg, Nangong Li laughed wickedly, "Ha, is it Lin’s turn to accept my punishment now? My apologies!"

Lin Qian’s face tensed, her hands gripping the ribbon flower tightly as she stared at Nangong Li’s slyly smiling handsome face before hearing him say, "Lin, my requirement is simple: choose someone among us to do sit-ups with you!"

Sit-ups together?

That’s it?

Lin Qian had a feeling there was a catch.

Sure enough, Nangong Li paused to quiet the increasingly rowdy crowd and looked at Lin Qian with a gleeful twinkle in his eye.

"Of course, these sit-ups won’t be that easy. You must kiss the person you choose while doing the sit-ups. At the same time, they have to feed you wine, one sip at a time. When you finish a glass of wine, you can stop."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qian only wanted to cover her face.

That Nangong Li really had a way with tricky ideas!

A kissing game, then?

Couldn’t she just call a stop to this now and not play anymore?

Lin Qian’s face was burning hot as she glared at Nangong Li in silence.

Nangong Li was already urging her on, "Come on, Lin, pick someone quickly!"

The young people around started egging her on.

"Here, Miss Lin, I volunteer!"

"Over here, look at me, Miss Lin, I’m up for it!"

"Stop fighting, I’m your man!"

A cacophony of voices, mixed with laughter, echoed around the private room.

Lin Qian’s apricot eyes shimmered as she bit her lip, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Yin Qinglan, seated beside her, covered her mouth to hide her laughter and nudged Lin Qian, "Lin Qian, stop spacing out, ask my brother for help!"

Everyone clearly knew what they were hoping to see: a performance by the two of them.

Lin Qian rolled her eyes indignantly at Yin Qinglan, and before she could react, Lin Qian pulled her to stand up.

The laughter inside the room paused for a moment, everyone’s eyes popping out as they watched the two women, not expecting Lin Qian to play her hand so unexpectedly.

Lin Qian cleared her throat and turned to the equally stunned Nangong Li, "Mr. Li, can I do the sit-ups with Qinglan?"

Can you?

Of course... not!

Nangong Li clicked his tongue, his eyes sweeping towards a person sitting on the couch whose face was already as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Ha, Miss Lin, that choice..."

Choosing Qinglan?

Why couldn’t she just go with the popular choice?

Look, someone’s face is about to drip black with anger.

"Lin Qian, please, have mercy on me. I have a business to run and my clients are mostly women. I don’t want to scare them off with a ’woman-loving’ label because of this game today!"

After her brief shock, Yin Qinglan wore an expression of mixed laughter and helplessness.

She quickly pulled Lin Qian toward Yin Moran, handing Lin Qian’s hand to him, "Here’s a better choice!"

Warmth transferred from the touch, as the man with distinct hand bones immediately grasped her delicate hand.

Lin Qian’s watery eyes met with Yin Moran’s as he stood up with a cold expression, his dark, ocean-depth eyes fixed on her pretty face, brimming with discontent.

Ahem!

She had angered him again!

All because she didn’t choose him?

But she felt helpless!

Who would want to kiss on display for everyone to see?

"Right, Lin, don’t torture my future wife. Go find your Yin!"

Nangong Li had the mat and red wine ready, smirking at Lin Qian and Yin Moran.

Lin Qian just wanted to flee, but before she could react, the onlookers were already herding her and Yin Moran toward the mat.

"Come on, Miss Lin, lie down."

"Mr. Yin, hold onto Miss Lin’s feet."

"Get the wine ready for Mr. Yin."

"..."

The people around were excited, arranging the game between the two with great enthusiasm.

With a stiff resolve, Lin Qian laid down on the mat, her face flushed as she looked up at the man before her.

The man pursed his thin lips, his tall figure surrounded and seated on the ground by others.

He took her slender ankles in his hands, parting his long legs on either side of her body, one bent and the other stretched out flat.

His deep-set eyes met hers, dark and inscrutable, emotion hard to discern.

"Okay, Mr. Yin, you can start now!"

Someone on the side shouted excitedly, while others had already taken out their cell phones, ready to record this once-in-a-lifetime fun moment.

Yin Moran glanced coolly at the man holding the phone, "No filming."

The man chuckled sheepishly, looking towards Nangong Li.

Nangong Li, with one arm around Yin Qinglan and a phone in the other, saw Yin Moran speak and immediately smirked, "Okay, okay, I won’t film."

As if he wouldn’t film.

Of course, he would covertly record today’s scene, believing that in the future, they would thank him for it!

Lin Qian closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself against the crowd of onlookers, wanting nothing more than to finish the game quickly.

"I’m starting."

Having said that, she began to do sit-ups.

With every rise, the man’s breath drew closer.

Then, something warm touched her lips, a cool liquid passed into her mouth.

Laughter erupted from the crowd once more, Lin Qian blushed furiously, closing her eyes, refusing to look at the others, and continued to lie down and rise.

The movements of getting up repeated, the man’s kisses accompanied by feeding her drink time and again.

Lin Qian hadn’t done this kind of exercise in a long time; after about twenty or so, she was too tired to get up.

Just as she was about to call for a stop, Nangong Li called out from the side, "Oh no, Lin’s running out of steam! Old Yin, don’t you want to give her some motivation?"

Have Yin Moran give her motivation?

What motivation?

This Nangong Li, always stirring up trouble!

Gasping for air, Lin Qian looked towards Yin Moran, only to see him casting a cool glance at Nangong Li, his long legs retracting, standing up from the ground.

Then, with a strong arm, he lifted Lin Qian from the ground.

Because she had just finished exercising and had had a little to drink, Lin’s head was spinning, and she stumbled, falling directly into the man’s arms.

Her nose crashed into the man’s firm chest muscles, Lin Qian uttered a sound, rubbing her nose and looked up at Yin Moran with her bright, watery eyes.

Yin Moran held her slender waist, staring back into her eyes, the corners of his mouth curling into a faint smile.

"Tired?"

"Yeah."

"All right, we won’t play anymore."

Lin Qian: "..."

Everyone: "..."

End the game just like that?

Because of Lin Qian’s single word of agreement?

This public display of affection, could it be any more unexpected!

"Damn, Mr. Yin, don’t rub it in our faces!"

"It’s not teasing, it’s setting an example! You all should learn from Mr. Yin, how to pamper a woman!"

"Miss Lin is so lucky, I’m so jealous."

"..."

The men and women complimented and envied, praising Yin Moran to the skies.

Nangong Li, with a devilish grin, said, "All right, under Old Yin’s irresistible charm, we too must swallow our dose of dog food. Let’s continue the game."

The crowd returned to their seats, and Lin Qian was also led back by Yin Moran.

A gentle softness flickered through her downcast eyes, her heart sweet as if soaked in honey.

She knew that these people might be exaggerating under Nangong Li’s influence, but it didn’t stop her heart from feeling sweet.

Because, didn’t this mean that he was no longer mad at her?