Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 298: Slandering Me Out of Jealousy

Chapter 298: Chapter 298: Slandering Me Out of Jealousy

At the door, Yin Moran strode over and, looking through the window, saw Lin Qian sitting on the edge of the bed, feeding Chu Yelin soup.

The woman gently blew a mouthful of soup from the spoon, her pretty profile radiating warmth and tranquility.

The man on the bed sipped spoonful by spoonful, his eyes full of smiles as he looked at Lin Qian.

Lovey-dovey!

Those four words flashed through Yin Moran’s mind, and suddenly, a surge of anger roiled within him, darkening his handsome face with shadows.

He violently pushed open the door and strode toward the bedside, the sharp lines of his suit pants cutting through the air with a chill intent.

"Moran...."

Lin Qian exclaimed in surprise, for Yin Moran didn’t wait for her to finish speaking before he yanked her away from the bedside.

The soup spilled out.

"Mummy."

"Mummy."

The two brothers who were sitting and eating on the couch slid down and hurried over to Lin Qian.

"It’s okay, don’t panic."

Lin Qian placed the bowl on the table and wiped her hands with a tissue passed by Xu Xinyi, softly comforting the two little ones.

Her gaze swept toward Yin Moran, who was exuding a hostile aura, her delicate brows furrowed in hesitation.

Yin Moran faced her with a cold expression, the darkness in his eyes not yet dissipated.

Chu Yelin, lying in bed, watched Yin Moran raging, his black eyes shifting slightly as a cold smirk hugged his lips.

"Mr. Yin, what is the meaning of this?"

Throwing such a tantrum?

Are you jealous?

"I should be the one asking you that," retorted Yin Moran, his gaze falling on Chu Yelin, his dark eyes glinting with a cold light, "Chu Yelin, can you have a little decency when doing things?"

Decency?

Chu Yelin’s eyebrows lifted slightly, understanding the implication.

Did Mr. Yin find out something so quickly?

"Mr. Yin, I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

But even if he found out something, so what?

Does he have evidence?

"Well played with the ’I don’t understand,’ Chu Yelin, you really deserve to die."

Yin Moran’s dark eyes rippled with a chilling depth, like a blade that could kill without a trace.

Behind him, Lin Qian watched the two men at loggerheads, utterly confused.

She settled the little ones on the couch and cleaned up the soup that had splashed on her, then looked at Yin Moran and asked, "Moran, what exactly are you talking about?"

This man, coming in and raging so fiercely, had truly made her tremble with fear.

Yin Moran grudgingly suppressed his malice, his eyes sweeping over to the woman opposite him, his thin lips parting slightly, "Li and I caught Wang Jianguo, and he admitted that it was he who arranged the kidnapping of the two children and the attempt on your life at the hospital."

Caught Wang Jianguo?

Lin Qian was startled, and then she indignantly said, "Him again? How can he be so utterly heartless? Just because I exposed his disgrace, he keeps retaliating against me? And he directs his anger toward the children too? It’s utterly despicable! Where is he now? He should be taken straight to the police station!"

Hearing this, Yin Moran’s lips curled coldly, "He’s already been sent to the police station, but the matter isn’t over."

Yin Moran paused, then turned to look at Chu Yelin on the bed, "Wang Jianguo escaped from prison. On his own, how did he have such connections to orchestrate all of this? Someone is helping him in the background."

Someone is helping him?

Lin Qian was taken aback and asked urgently, "Who is helping him?"

Who is helping him?

From his vantage point, Yin Moran looked down at Chu Yelin with a voice that was both deep and bristling with cold, "You should ask your lifesaver about that. Chu Yelin, you’ve played a good hand indeed. To win over Qianqian’s trust and affection, you’ve actually concocted such a scheme! A diversionary tactic—it really does command my admiration!"

Hearing this, everyone present held their breath.

Not only was Lin Qian in disbelief, but Xu Xinyi, who had just come out of the restroom, was also completely shocked.

Sitting on the sofa, Chu Ziyang’s face was tightly drawn, his eyes unblinkingly fixed on the two grown men, his small hands unconsciously clenching into fists.

Beside him, Lin Zirui pursed his small mouth, his gaze shifting from the two men to Chu Ziyang, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

Lying on the hospital bed, Chu Yelin looked straight into Yin Moran’s icy eyes and suddenly let out a smile.

"Mr. Yin, don’t make unfounded accusations against me just because I saved Qianqian. To malign me out of jealousy, isn’t that a bit beneath you?"

The man spoke calmly, reclining on the hospital bed with a fearless demeanor.

Yin Moran’s eyes grew even colder, his thin lips forming a sharp curve.

Before he could retort, he heard Chu Yelin continue, "I understand you’re anxious, after all, I currently have the upper hand. The child is born of Qianqian and me, and I am her savior. You’re afraid she will develop feelings for me because of this, so you’re desperately throwing dirt at me. Mr. Yin, I’ve said it before—if she knew of my existence four years ago, who she would choose as her life partner would still be an open question. Because I am in no way inferior to you!"

A provocative look in his eyes and a proud, arrogant tone spelled out an issue nobody wanted to address.

Yin Moran’s emotions surged tumultuously, his hostility flaring uncontrollably at his words.

He grabbed the front of his shirt, his right fist clenched, and smashed it into his face, "Chu Yelin, you’re asking for it!"

"Moran!"

"Lin!"

"Daddy!"

"Mr. Yin!"

The four people behind unison cried out in alarm, Lin Qian and Xu Xinyi quickly walked towards the two men with anxious expressions.

Chu Yelin’s mouth corner was split open, immediately spilling fresh blood.

His eyes locked onto Yin Moran’s dark pupils, the smile on his lips growing stronger.

His thin lips moved slightly, he taunted silently: Just watch! You can’t beat me.

Yin Moran understood his meaning and instantly, his handsome face turned even more frighteningly cold.

His clenched right fist made a crackling sound, his arm raised high, itching to punch that deserving face.

"Moran, that’s enough!"

Lin Qian desperately grabbed the man’s arm about to fall, shouting.

Xu Xinyi, on the other side, also looked anxious, protecting Chu Yelin on the hospital bed fiercely.

Yin Moran paused in his actions, slowly turning his head to look at Lin Qian, his deep-sea black eyes shifting unpredictably as they met her furrowed brows.

He let go of Chu Yelin’s shirtfront and pushed the man back harshly, his well-defined hand pulling Lin Qian as he strode towards the door.

On the hospital bed, Chu Yelin grunted painfully as Yin Moran’s strong push aggravated the wound on his back.

Xu Xinyi was nervous, "Lin, are you alright? I’ll go call the doctor over to have a look."

"No need, I’m fine."

Chu Yelin wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, his brow slowly unfurling from the pain, his black eyes gleaming triumphantly.

Lin Qian’s shout just now—it was distrustful of Yin Moran’s words, wasn’t it?

Yin Moran, just wait and see!

Chu Yelin pushed away the cup of water Xu Xinyi handed him, his gaze inadvertently glancing, catching the sight of two small pairs of shimmering eyes on the sofa.

With complex emotions, he stared straight at them.....