Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 308: Truly Avoiding Her Touch

Chapter 308: Chapter 308: Truly Avoiding Her Touch

At Qiao Xiya’s words, Yin Moran’s thin lips pressed into a straight line.

His gaze fell on the hand that Qiao Xiya had looped around his arm, and Lin Qian’s soft and sweet voice from the night before flashed through his mind.

"Keep your distance from Qiao Xiya. Don’t let her cling to your arm anymore!"

Her words—the little woman’s words—he had to heed!

Otherwise, the consequences would be severe!

A trace of softness flickered across Yin Moran’s refined features. He reached out to remove Qiao Xiya’s hand from his arm and quickened his pace, striding forward.

Behind him, Qiao Xiya stared in stunned disbelief.

So it wasn’t just her imagination!

Yin Moran was truly avoiding her touch!

Why?

Was it because of Lin Qian?

Afraid of making her jealous!

Ha!

Fine!

Lin Qian, after today, I’ll make sure you’re drowning in jealousy!

Yin Moran was driving Qiao Xiya to the upscale venue booked by Mr. and Mrs. Qiao.

The Qiao Family was a well-known merchant family in Yun City, blessed with two treasured daughters.

After the incident involving Qiao Xixian six years ago, the Qiao Family only had one remaining daughter—Qiao Xiya.

Thus, Mr. and Mrs. Qiao doted on Qiao Xiya all the more.

Initially, they were strongly opposed to her entering the entertainment industry, hoping she would return to inherit the family business since the Qiao Family was in commerce.

But Qiao Xiya, uninterested in the family business, insisted on forging her own path in the entertainment world.

Out of love for their daughter, Mr. and Mrs. Qiao, helpless and distressed, could only entrust Yin Moran to look after her.

Fortunately, his influence was formidable; over the years, he elevated Qiao Xiya to the position of the leading star in the entertainment industry.

For Mr. and Mrs. Qiao, it was enough to bring some degree of solace.

Yin Moran’s thoughts churned as he listened to Qiao Xiya’s phone conversation with her parents during the drive, eventually reaching the venue’s underground parking lot.

"Moran, my parents are already waiting for us in the private room. Let’s go."

Qiao Xiya stepped out of the car, put on her sunglasses, and instinctively tried to hook her arm around Yin Moran’s.

But recalling his aversion to her touch, a glimmer of unease flickered in her eyes. She withdrew her half-lifted hand.

Now was not the time to provoke his dislike.

Yin Moran nodded slightly and walked straight to the elevator. When it arrived, he stepped directly inside.

This venue was exclusively high-end, catering to the business and leisure of the powerful, ensuring strong privacy.

As a big-name celebrity, Qiao Xiya always chose this location for meals whenever she returned to Yun City.

The two of them remained silent all the way up, arriving at the floor where Mr. and Mrs. Qiao’s private room was reserved.

After knocking on the door, Yin Moran opened it to find Mr. and Mrs. Qiao seated on the sofa.

Mrs. Qiao was wiping away tears while Mr. Qiao held her close, softly consoling her.

Yin Moran’s eyes dimmed, his mood growing heavier.

He didn’t need to guess to know that Mrs. Qiao was undoubtedly thinking about Qiao Xixian.

Mrs. Qiao had always been especially fond of her eldest daughter, Qiao Xixian.

"Dad, Mom, I’ve arrived with Moran."

Qiao Xiya removed her sunglasses and spoke first.

"Oh, Ya and Moran are here?"

Mr. Qiao pat his wife’s shoulder, stood up, and looked toward them.

Yin Moran stepped forward and respectfully greeted, "Uncle, Aunt."

"Ah, after driving all day, you must be tired! Sit down, please."

Mr. Qiao smiled and gestured for Yin Moran to take a seat.

Yin Moran nodded and sat down as instructed.

"Mom, why are you crying again? Don’t cry, don’t cry. Sister may have left, but you still have me."

Qiao Xiya gently embraced her mother, patting her back and softly offering comfort.

Mrs. Qiao’s barely contained tears started pouring again at her younger daughter’s tender words.

She patted Qiao Xiya’s back, straightened up, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, giving her a gratified smile.

She then glanced at Yin Moran apologetically, "I’m sorry, Moran, for letting you see me like this."

Yin Moran pressed his thin lips together and shook his head, standing to pull out her chair for her.

"Alright, the children rarely come home; let’s eat."

Mr. Qiao smoothed over the situation, signaling the servers to start serving dishes.

Mrs. Qiao sat down and began to study Qiao Xiya carefully.

"Ya, you’ve gotten thinner again. Have you been dieting? Girls shouldn’t be too skinny; look at your face, there’s barely any fullness left."

Her words expressed concern rather than criticism—overflowing with motherly love.

Qiao Xiya hugged her mother’s arm and teased, "Mom, I’m an actress, you know. I have to stay slim to look good on camera. Didn’t you watch my new drama? Even at my current weight, I still look chubby on screen. Not pretty!"

"Not pretty? You look perfect! Listen to me—eat more later, and don’t diet anymore. Otherwise, when the time comes for you to have kids after marriage, it might affect your health."

Mrs. Qiao spoke with loving concern.

Qiao Xiya laughed, "Mom, aren’t you thinking a bit too far ahead? I don’t even have a boyfriend, and you’re already thinking about grandkids?"

"Boyfriend? You’re turning twenty-four after this New Year, aren’t you? It’s time to find one! If you keep delaying, you’ll end up being an old spinster!"

Mrs. Qiao frowned and looked at Qiao Xiya, saying firmly, "This year, when you come home for New Year, I’ll arrange for you to meet several well-qualified men—you must go on dates!"

"Mom!"

Qiao Xiya playfully laughed and cast a glance in Yin Moran’s direction. "I have high standards. Regular men don’t catch my eye, so stop worrying about it."

"How can I stop worrying? Your sister’s gone, and now you’re my only precious daughter. My biggest wish is to see you get married and live a happy life."

Tears welled up in Mrs. Qiao’s eyes, and she understood her youngest daughter’s feelings.

Both daughters had fallen for the same man!

Yin Moran was an excellent choice, but did he have romantic feelings for her youngest?

"Okay, okay—why are you crying again after talking for a bit? The dishes are served—Ya, make sure Moran eats well."

Mr. Qiao, noticing Mrs. Qiao’s tears, quickly handed her a tissue to change the subject.

Qiao Xiya responded affirmatively, helped Yin Moran set up his place setting, and said sweetly, "Moran, it’s rare for us to gather like this. Have some drinks with my dad!"

Hearing this, Yin Moran hesitated slightly. "I still need to drive later."

"It’s alright; I’ll drive us back."

Qiao Xiya smiled sweetly and gestured to the entering server to bring alcohol.

The server respectfully complied, exchanged a glance with Qiao Xiya, and lightly nodded.

A glint of calculation flashed in Qiao Xiya’s eyes before she resumed chatting casually with Mrs. Qiao.

During the meal, Yin Moran accompanied Mr. Qiao for drinks, occasionally engaging in light business conversations, while most of his time was spent listening to Qiao Xiya and Mrs. Qiao discuss homemaking and girlish topics.

After three rounds of drinks, Yin Moran began feeling suffocated and put his chopsticks down, standing up. "Uncle, Aunt, I’ll step out to use the restroom."

"Alright, go ahead."

Mr. Qiao nodded, watching Yin Moran’s departing figure with a faintly restrained smile.

His gaze shifted to Qiao Xiya. "Ya, your mother and I both know your feelings. You like Yin Moran, and we hope he can become our son-in-law. But so many years have passed, and he’s never shown any intent to deepen your relationship. Now, we’re even hearing rumors that there’s a woman by his side—he simply doesn’t have romantic feelings for you!"

The Yins held an unmatched position of prestige. With their support, the Qiao Family’s status in Yun City had risen sharply.

Of course, they wanted Yin Moran to marry into their family, but as things stood, he didn’t seem to have feelings for Qiao Xiya.

It was truly regrettable.

At these words, a smile tugged at Qiao Xiya’s lips, her eyes gleaming with cunning.

"Dad, Moran has feelings for me. It’s just that he’s hesitant because of my sister. Don’t worry; if you want him to become the Qiao Family’s son-in-law, that wish will be fulfilled soon!"