Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 233 Qiao Has an Accident

Chapter 233: Chapter 233 Qiao Has an Accident

When Yin Moran’s phone rang, Lin Qian suddenly opened her eyes.

With both hands on his chest, her voice was soft, "Your phone is ringing, get up and answer it."

A call at this time must mean there’s some urgent matter for him.

If he had urgent matters to deal with, he couldn’t continue with her anymore.

Actually, she wasn’t ready yet, so this gave her a great sigh of relief.

Yin Moran stared at the woman beneath him, his eyes dark as the deep sea, flickering with a gloomy flame.

He didn’t miss the brief flash of light in her eyes, and suddenly, his handsome brows arched, not only did he not get up, but he pressed his body heavily against her.

"Qianqian, it seems you just sighed in relief, huh? What, are you that afraid I’d devour you? Hm?"

The man’s slender fingers lightly brushed through her hair, his voice husky and seductive, tinged with a hint of danger.

His towering frame was like a mountain, making it nearly impossible for her to breathe.

Lin Qian couldn’t help but cough, "Cough, cough, Yin Moran, get off! If you don’t get off, I’ll be crushed to death."

Yin Moran’s eyebrows lifted slightly, peering at the woman beneath him in the dim light.

In the darkness, her small face wasn’t very clear, only those moist eyes shone with a bright sparkle.

Her clothes half-undone, exuding an enticing charm, the fragrance on her body mixed with a hint of alcohol, intoxicating him unconsciously.

At this moment, he really wanted to devour her completely.

His long fingers caressed her smooth skin, he shifted his body slightly, letting her feel his burning desire.

"Don’t worry, Qianqian, I won’t let you be crushed to death, I’ll make sure you die of pleasure!"

Yin Moran ignored the phone beside him, leaning in to find those delicate red lips again.

"Mm!"

Lin Qian tensed up, pushing against his chest somewhat resistively, twisting her body, trying to escape.

The phone beside them stopped ringing but then started again.

Lin Qian barely managed to free one hand, groped for the phone, pressed the answer key quickly, and put the phone to Yin Moran’s ear.

"Hello, Mr. Yin."

An anxious female voice came from the other end, causing Yin Moran’s breathing to hitch, his handsome brows instantly furrowed.

His gaze met the apricot eyes of the woman beneath him, and a flicker of surprise crossed Yin Moran’s face.

This little woman, she actually answered the phone when he was distracted?

And he hadn’t heard the voice on the phone before.

"Who is this?"

Yin Moran’s voice sounded cool, tinged with impatience.

"Mr. Yin, I am Shen Bing, assistant to Qiao’s sister. Can you come to the hospital now? Qiao’s sister, she..."

The feminine voice from the speaker had a cry in it.

"What happened to her?"

Yin Moran’s frown deepened, hearing that the caller was Qiao Xiya’s assistant, his heated emotions gradually cooled.

"Qiao’s sister had an accident, she is currently in the emergency room for an examination."

"An accident? What happened?"

Yin Moran let go of Lin Qian, swung his legs off the bed, and asked in a deep voice.

"She... she almost got..."

Shen Bing didn’t finish her words, but the meaning was clear.

Yin Moran’s expression darkened immediately.

As he fastened the buttons of his shirt, he asked, "What exactly happened?"

"Here’s what happened, Qiao’s sister has been in a really low mood these past two days. She was supposed to go to a hotel today to try on costumes for Director Pan’s Republican-era drama, but when I arranged everything at the hotel, she disappeared. I called her, and she just said she felt bad and wanted to go out for a walk and then hung up. When I got her call again, it was from a passerby, saying that Qiao’s sister almost got harassed by some thugs..."

Listening to Shen Bing’s account, Yin Moran’s face turned cold.

"Which hospital, I’m coming right away."

"It’s at the Yins’ private hospital."

"Okay."

Yin Moran ended the call, his black shirt fully buttoned up.

He looked at Lin Qian lying on the bed, his hands pausing as he straightened his clothes.

He strode to the bedside, slightly bent over, one hand bracing on the bed and the other gently stroking her silky hair, his tone gentle, "Qianqian, Ya had a little incident, I must go, you sleep first."

He didn’t want to leave the comforts of love at such a time.

But Xiya was nearly assaulted, this was no small matter, he must take care of it.

Lin Qian stared intently into Yin Moran’s dark eyes.

In the darkness, his eyes shone like the stars in the sky, dazzlingly bright, irresistibly captivating.

She suppressed the melancholy in her heart and nodded, "Yes, go quickly."

It was always Xiya.

Last time it was during his proposal to her that she interrupted.

This time it was during his declaration of love that she interrupted.

She seemed to be omnipresent.

A sense of powerlessness surged within her!

"Okay, I’m leaving. Qianqian, don’t overthink."

Yin Moran leaned down to kiss Lin Qian’s forehead, tousled her hair, and then left with large strides.

The door opened and closed again, taking the romantic atmosphere with it.

Lin Qian clutched the sheets tightly, blankly staring at the ceiling, sighing deeply.

Xiya was Qiao Xixian’s younger sister; whenever she needed him, Yin Moran would rush to her side.

So, in her relationships with Yin Moran, would Xiya always be involved?

This thought was truly unpleasant!

Lin Qian yelled out, threw off the blankets, and got up, the romantic mood thoroughly dispelled.

At the hospital, Yin Moran spoke with Shen Bing and learned that Xiya had already been admitted to a hospital room.

Upon entering the room, he saw Xiya still asleep, with Shen Bing standing beside her.

"Mr. Yin, you’ve arrived?"

Shen Bing respectfully greeted him as soon as he saw Yin Moran.

Yin Moran hummed a confirmation, walked over to the hospital bed to look at the sleeping Xiya, and asked, "What did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said that Qiao has multiple soft tissue injuries and was a bit traumatized," Shen Bing replied truthfully.

Yin Moran looked down at Xiya, noting the evident handprint on her delicate face, clearly having struggled with someone.

Recalling what Shen Bing said earlier, that Xiya was nearly raped, he fell silent, then asked, "Anything else? Was she..."

"The doctor said no."

Shen Bing understood what Yin Moran was implying and shook her head.

That was a relief.

Yin Moran slightly relaxed, "Why was she feeling down, and where did she encounter such criminals?"

"That..."

Shen Bing hesitated, catching Yin Moran’s glance, she bit her lip and looked down without making a sound.

Yin Moran glanced at her, his tone mild yet carrying an undeniable intimidating power, "Speak."

Shen Bing faltered, about to speak, when she heard Xiya’s frail voice, "Shen Bing."

Xiya had awakened.

Shen Bing closed her mouth, her face lighting up with joy as she turned to Xiya, "Qiao, you’re awake?"

The bed-ridden Xiya glanced at her, then her gaze met the standing Yin Moran, tears welling up in her eyes.

She bit her lip and turned her head away, crying silently.

The blue and white striped hospital gown made her complexion seem even paler, her fragile and helpless appearance would invoke pity in any man.