Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 306: Truly Can’t Break Them Up

Chapter 306: Chapter 306: Truly Can’t Break Them Up

The silent corridor, tranquil and still.

With the chime of the elevator, the doors slid open, and Chu Yelin walked out, clothed in a hospital gown.

His gaze shifted into the distance, fixing on the black-clad bodyguards outside the VIP patient ward. His thin lips tightened into a straight line.

For days on end, Yin Moran had been in a cold war with Lin Qian. And now, he heard that the two of them had patched things up again today?

Is it truly impossible to separate them?

He refused to believe it!

Taking out his phone, he dialed Lin Qian’s number.

The receiver carried the prolonged, steady hum of connection, one ring after another, until finally, a woman’s clear and bright voice echoed from within.

"Hello? Chu Yelin?"

"Mm, it’s me. Are you asleep?"

Chu Yelin walked into a corner, staring into the void ahead, letting images of a woman’s radiant, smiling face flicker in his mind.

"Hmm, not yet. What’s up? Is there something wrong?"

From the receiver came the rustle of faint movements, and her voice carried a slight tremor.

With a furrowed brow, Chu Yelin responded, "It’s nothing serious. I just had a nightmare earlier—dreamed of you running into danger again. So I wanted to call you, just to hear your voice."

"Oh, I’m fine. Don’t overthink it. You should... hmm... go to sleep earlier!"

Her voice was soft and alluring, and just as the last syllable fell from her lips, she abruptly hung up the call.

Chu Yelin’s expression turned heavy as he stared at the disconnected call on his phone, his fingers tightening inch by inch.

He was a man, one who had witnessed the licentious indulgence of decadent venues.

That alluring timbre in her voice—it was the kind that only surfaced when a woman was intimately involved with a man.

So, she must be in the ward right now... with Yin Moran, caught up in passionate intimacy!

The realization sent an icy chill into Chu Yelin’s already darkened expression.

He had saved her, creating friction between her and Yin Moran. Yet in the blink of an eye, they were back to being as inseparable as ever?

Is it because he wasn’t good enough?

Everyone—even when caught between him and Yin Moran—always chose the latter?

What did Yin Moran have that was better than him?

He wouldn’t lose to him!

A frosty anger steeped into Chu Yelin’s eyes, narrowing them into venomous streaks. Gripping his phone tightly, he turned and walked away.

Inside Lin Qian’s ward, the sensation of a man taking her earlobe between his lips and eliciting shivers through her body left her petite face flushed crimson as she leaned, powerless, against him.

"Yin Moran, that’s enough!"

This vexing man—he knew full well she was on the phone, yet chose to entangle her so suddenly.

This was deliberate!

"Enough? You don’t like it when I kiss you? But I insist on kissing you."

Yin Moran’s thin lips wandered indulgently across her earlobe and neckline, his magnetic voice awash with irresistible allure.

Watching as her skin blossomed with a rosy hue beneath his kisses brought him unrestrained satisfaction.

With a slight flex of his long arm, he spun her delicate figure around and pinched her dainty chin with his slender fingers, his voice carrying a seductive depth. "Qianqian, from now on, you’re not allowed to feed him, not allowed to get too close, and not allowed to go soft-hearted toward him. Understand?"

He cared. He cared deeply.

The thought of Lin Qian falling into the deliberate traps set by Chu Yelin in the aftermath of his supposed act of salvation drove him to the brink of madness.

The man’s handsome features softened further, his voice flowing like velvet, brimming with a magnetic pull that could weaken resolve.

Lin Qian’s arms and legs turned limp, leaving her no choice but to lean into his chest and feign composure.

"Then you promise me too—keep your distance from Qiao Xiya, and from now on, don’t let her cling to your arm ever again!"

He minded her proximity to Chu Yelin, and she minded his ties to Qiao Xiya just as much.

Suddenly, she couldn’t help but feel that the two of them were cut from the same cloth.

Both unwilling to truly care for others, yet bound by connections difficult to sever.

Ties they couldn’t fully break away from.

Her rosy, bashful gaze met Yin Moran’s, his sultry lips curving slightly upward.

His thumb and forefinger tightened their hold on her chin, pulling her closer while inhaling the unique scent that belonged solely to her. His voice dropped into a husky rasp.

"What’s this? Feeling jealous? You better cherish me, or else, this piece of monk’s meat might just get snatched away by some demon."

Lin Qian: "..."

Ugh, this "demon-snatching-monk’s-meat" nonsense doesn’t end, does it?

Could he not be this self-absorbed?

Doesn’t he ever consider that now, even she qualifies as a piece of female monk’s meat?

Inwardly, Lin Qian rolled her eyes at this narcissistic lunatic. Her earlier questions hadn’t faded, so she asked hesitantly, "Did you find the evidence yet?"

It wasn’t that she doubted him, but she dearly hoped he could produce solid proof that would establish Chu Yelin’s act of saving her as his calculated scheme.

With evidence, she’d have more reason to keep her distance from Chu Yelin. She could also thwart the children’s hopes of pairing her with him.

Hearing Lin Qian’s inquiry, the warmth in Yin Moran’s expression quietly subsided.

The soft lift of his lips grew restrained, his gaze steady as it bore into her. "If I said I haven’t... you..."

She still hadn’t fully trusted his words!

And thus far, he’d yet to unearth any decisive evidence against Chu Yelin.

Though lacking proof, he knew confidently that the entire episode was orchestrated by Chu Yelin.

Yet she didn’t believe him!

Lin Qian could sense the flickering displeasure in Yin Moran’s mood.

Hurriedly, she placed her hand against his lips, her glossy almond-shaped eyes meeting his grave stare with a coy smile. "Alright, let’s drop this topic. Regardless of the situation, I won’t have feelings for him—you’re okay with that, right?"

She was such a fool!

Why bring up such an upsetting topic at a moment so tender?

She was nothing but an expert at ruining atmospheres.

Quietly admonishing herself, Lin Qian began to withdraw her hand from Yin Moran’s lips, only for it to be grabbed firmly by him instead.

A surge of warmth seeped into her palm, accompanied by an electric sensation—soft and dizzying—shooting straight to the crown of her head.

"You—you—you..."

This man—why was he licking her palms!

How utterly embarrassing!

"Me, what?"

Yin Moran’s mood brightened entirely, his dark eyes intently locked onto Lin Qian’s rapidly blushing face.

"Yin Moran, you’re so shameless! Let me go—I need to go stay with Candy!"

Lin Qian struggled fiercely, only to find herself held even tighter by him.

"Qianqian, demons fighting, not for kids’ eyes. Tonight, you’re staying with me!"

Lin Qian: "....."

What nonsense is this!

She’s no demon.

And she absolutely didn’t want to share a bed with him!

"I refuse! I’m staying with Candy!"

"That’s not your choice to make. Qianqian, be good. Let’s turn off the lights and head to bed!"

"..."

Downstairs, Chu Yelin pushed open the door to his room, his striking face laced with gloom.

His eyes flicked forward and immediately caught sight of Qiao Xiya sitting on the sofa, waiting for him.

Chu Yelin’s thin lips pressed tightly as he closed the door and spoke coldly, "Why are you here?"

Hearing this, Qiao Xiya uncrossed her elegant legs, her gaze sparking with interest as she fixed it on him. "Bad mood? Is it because you saw Yin Moran and Lin Qian reconcile? Well, that’s understandable. After all that effort, all for nothing—it’d upset anyone."

Now, given their alliance, it was time for her next move; naturally, she had to inform him.

"Finished? If you’re done talking, you can leave now."

Chu Yelin’s tone was cold, distant.

This air of icy hostility he carried—one could say it bore some resemblance to Yin Moran.

Qiao Xiya pursed her lips in mild irritation, standing up and walking toward Chu Yelin.

"Fine, I won’t disturb your rest. But we’re allies, so I need to let you know—tomorrow, I’ll give the two of them a dose of strong medicine. Just wait and see, President Chu."

Chu Yelin hesitated briefly, his narrow eyes fixed firmly on Qiao Xiya. "What are you planning to do?"

What was she planning?

Qiao Xiya’s beautiful red lips curled into a frosty smile. "President Chu, you’ll see tomorrow!"