Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 309: Is It Her?

Chapter 309: Chapter 309: Is It Her?

Yin Moran emerged from the restroom, feeling slightly dizzy.

He washed his hands, rubbed his swollen temples, and gazed at himself in the mirror before letting out a deep breath.

The liquor he drank with Mr. Qiao today was a local specialty of Yun City—smooth and velvety on the palate, but dangerously intoxicating.

It seemed that his tolerance for alcohol had met its limit.

Yin Moran didn’t dwell on the thought and dried his hands before heading toward the safety corridor instead of returning to the private room, intent on having a cigarette to clear his head.

The quiet hallway of the club was bathed in pale light, casting soft halos in the space.

At the corner, a slender figure holding a tray was walking ahead.

Graceful curves, a mesmerizing silhouette, and side-profile lines that were serene and delicate...

Yin Moran’s gaze inadvertently swept past the sight before his steps suddenly came to a halt.

His dark pupils instantly widened, his breath catching.

That woman...

Could it be her?

That slender figure, the gentle profile—it overlapped with the image lingering in his memories.

Qiao Xixian!

Was it Qiao Xixian?

Yin Moran had no time for deliberation and took long strides forward, chasing after her.

Turning the corner, the woman’s figure appeared not far ahead.

She held a tray in her hands, her sleek hair tied high, revealing her slender neck.

The dark-toned work attire hugged her body, accentuating her delicate curves.

A waist that could be grasped with ease, stunningly straight and long legs...

Yin Moran’s mind flashed back to the memory of Qiao Xixian’s figure as she walked away.

His throat instinctively tightened, his heartbeat racing wildly.

"Xian, is it you? Xian!"

He couldn’t help but call out, his steps quickening as though he wanted to turn three strides into two.

The woman ahead seemed to hear the voice and paused faintly, turning slightly to glance at Yin Moran before pushing open the door to a private room.

That profile...

Yin Moran felt his breath trapped, like someone had seized it.

He wasn’t mistaken!

That outline—could it be anyone but Qiao Xixian?

Qiao Xixian... She wasn’t dead, was she?

Yin Moran’s dark eyes grew even deeper, turbulent emotions surging within him.

He quickened his steps, reaching the private room door and pushing it open forcefully.

Luxurious decor, exquisite layout—the space was imbued with melodious music and a trace of sweet, cloying fragrance that subliminally intoxicated the senses.

This was a top-tier private room.

A screen divided the room, veiling the captivating silhouette of a woman behind it.

Yin Moran’s alluring throat visibly moved as he fixed his black eyes on the silhouette behind the screen, approaching step by step.

"Xian, is it you? Show yourself!"

Was it her?

Could it truly be her?

Had she indeed not died?

If she was alive, then all these years—where had she gone?

Why hadn’t she appeared?

Yin Moran’s thoughts were frenzied, his pounding heart threatening to leap out of his chest.

Three steps, two steps, one step...

Yin Moran stopped in front of the screen, watching as the figure behind it slowly moved to reveal herself, looking toward him.

Smooth forehead, exquisite brows and eyes, cherry lips glimmering, and a petite chin...

The face—could it be anyone but Qiao Xixian?

Yin Moran’s breath halted, his black eyes locked deeply on the woman as he opened his mouth, attempting to say "Xian" but finding no voice, as if it had vanished.

His heart churned with endless emotions.

Excitement, joy, relief...

She was alive!

This was wonderful!

Qiao Xixian was alive!

Yin Moran stepped forward and abruptly pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly.

"Xian, you’re still alive!"

His deep voice carried suppressed excitement, and Yin Moran felt as though he were dreaming, uncertain of reality.

Warmth radiated from his hand, the woman’s delicate body soft and warm.

It wasn’t a dream.

This was real!

He had truly found Qiao Xixian!

His nose was filled with sweet, lingering fragrance emanating from the woman.

Yin Moran felt even dizzier, a trace of unease flashing within.

"Xian, what perfume are you wearing... It smells so good, so good..."

At those words, the woman held in his arms let her eyes gleam faintly, raising her hand to gently stroke his back. Feeling the man’s weight leaning ever heavier against her, a smile curved her lips.

She supported him, who had already closed his eyes, moving him toward a small door behind the screen.

The door swung open, revealing a small guest room.

The woman struggled to guide Yin Moran to the bed, exhaling loudly afterward.

Just as she prepared to turn away, a man’s magnetic low voice rang from the doorway, "Xian, well done."

The woman named Xian instantly turned, bowing respectfully toward the man.

"Enough, there’s nothing more for you here. Leave."

The man glanced at Yin Moran lying on the bed, chuckling lightly before signaling the woman to retreat.

The woman nodded respectfully, walking to the doorway where she encountered Qiao Xiya entering, bowing humbly toward her before closing the door softly behind her.

Qiao Xiya watched the departing woman, her gaze flickering with depths of cold light.

This woman...

"Satisfied now?"

A magnetic male voice sounded in her ear, and in the next moment, her body was drawn into his strong embrace.

Qiao Xiya’s thoughts instantly refocused, lifting her gaze to glance at his rigid jawline before teasingly smiling, "Mm, thank you, Moran."

"Thank me? Just saying thank you doesn’t seem particularly sincere. Ya, tomorrow is my birthday—you promised me you’d accompany me."

The man’s large hands roamed restlessly across Qiao Xiya’s figure, his peach-shaped eyes brimming with an intense, dark gleam.

Qiao Xiya’s captivating almond eyes shimmered faintly, her form growing softer under his touch.

She finally wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice sweet yet seductive, "I always keep my promises. Here I am, aren’t I?"

"Heh! Little minx, this is what you call keeping me company? Clearly, you’re here asking for a favor! Growing bolder by the day, aren’t you? Hmm?"

The man’s face was even more striking than a woman’s, but his aura exuded gloom—like a venomous serpent that had long waited in the shadows, poised to strike fatally at any moment.

His large hand cupped one of Qiao Xiya’s curves firmly, a half-smile lingering at his lips.

"That’s nonsense!"

Qiao Xiya winced in pain, clutching his slender fingers while whining coquettishly, "Moran, you’re hurting me!"

"Hurting? My little Ya is still so sensitive! Don’t worry—later I’ll make sure to dote on you properly."

"Ah, Moran, not so rough!"

"..."

Yin Moran had a dream.

In the dream, he held the soft body of a woman, repeatedly leaving his mark on her tender skin.

His heart was brimming with joy as he kissed her sweet, supple lips.

Who was she?

Was it Xian?

Had Xian returned?

Had he made her his woman?

No, impossible!

The one he loved now was Lin Qian!

How could he spend the night with Qiao Xixian?

Yin Moran’s eyes snapped open, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling above, his thoughts freezing briefly.

A dream?

So it had been a dream!

Yin Moran’s throat moved slightly, his heart barely settling before he suddenly heard a woman’s voice beside him.

"Ah, Moran, you’re awake?"