Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 331 I Agree to Marry You

Chapter 331: Chapter 331 I Agree to Marry You

Lin Qian’s heart surged with complicated emotions. She shifted slightly, trying to withdraw her hand from Chu Yelin’s grasp, but he held on even tighter.

"Qianqian, you haven’t forgotten what you promised me, have you? You said that if I survived, you’d agree to marry me!"

Chu Yelin’s lips were dry, his face pale, looking frail and exhausted, yet his eyes radiated an undeniable brightness, shimmering under the light.

Lin Qian swallowed hard, opened her mouth as if to say something, but the moment her gaze met Chu Yelin’s shining eyes, she swallowed her words back down.

She wanted so badly to tell him that the promise she made back then was just a temporary measure, only meant to give him the motivation to keep fighting.

But if she were to tell him the truth now, then he...

At that moment, there was a disturbance at the door, and someone entered the room.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop instantaneously.

The familiar sound of footsteps—there was no need to guess who had arrived.

Lin Qian pursed her lips as Chu Yelin’s gaze shifted to Yin Moran, who had walked in.

Remembering Yin Moran’s attitude earlier, Lin Qian felt a rush of emotions. Without thinking, she blurted out, "Yes, I haven’t forgotten my promise. I said that as long as you survived, I would agree to marry you."

Her words instantly caught Yin Moran off guard, his intended response stuck in his throat.

He stared incredulously at the woman who had her back to him, feeling a sharp contraction in his chest.

What did she say?

She agreed to marry Chu Yelin?

Just because he saved her?

On the hospital bed, Chu Yelin’s eyes lit up, and his grip on Lin Qian’s hand tightened.

"Qianqian, you really agreed—I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a shadow passed before his eyes, and in the next moment, his hand was emptied. Lin Qian’s hand had been seized by Yin Moran, who pulled her toward the hospital room door.

At once, Chu Yelin reacted emotionally.

"Let her go! Yin Moran, did you hear me?!"

Chu Yelin struggled to sit up, but Xu Xinyi quickly pressed him back down, a flash of sorrow and despondency crossing her eyes.

"Yelin, you’re injured. Don’t get worked up."

Having just undergone surgery, Chu Yelin was physically weak.

He tried to calm himself down, his gaze settling on the partially ajar door, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

The heavens really favored him, granting him yet another opportunity to play the hero for his beloved.

This time, could he still fail to snatch away the woman he loved from Yin Moran?

Outside the room, Lin Qian felt as if her wrist was about to snap.

She struggled desperately, finally freeing herself from Yin Moran’s grasp.

"Let me go! Mr. Yin, please show some respect!"

Lin Qian panted heavily, taking a step back, raising her hand to cradle her aching wrist, her chin slightly lifted, her expression cold.

Respect her?

Yin Moran’s jaw tightened, his thin lips forming a hard line.

"Qianqian, don’t forget—you are my fiancée. How dare you promise to marry another man!"

"Fiancée? Mr. Yin, don’t joke around with me. Has our relationship been formally announced to the public?"

Lin Qian’s expression was filled with irony as she looked at Yin Moran.

Yin Moran’s temple throbbed visibly as he took a step forward, only to see Lin Qian step further back.

Was she avoiding him like he was a plague?

A deep sense of powerlessness washed over Yin Moran.

His voice, tinged with hoarse restraint, broke the silence, "Qianqian, I thought you understood my feelings. I’ve already placed the engagement ring on your finger. Isn’t that enough to make you my fiancée? Fine, if you think a formal ceremony is necessary, I can announce our engagement right away..."

"Stop! Stop right there!"

Lin Qian interrupted Yin Moran’s words, her suppressed frustration bubbling over.

"Mr. Yin, I don’t want to revisit the past. That engagement ring is at my house—I’ll find time to return it to you. And as you can see now, Chu Yelin and I already have children together. He’s been hurt repeatedly for my sake. Compared to a man whose heart is always harboring thoughts of another woman, isn’t he far more devoted? That’s why I chose to be with him. Mr. Yin, I’ve already said we’re through. Do I really need to spell it out again? You already have someone special by your side, so please, stop bothering me!"

Her words were like sharp knives plunged into Yin Moran’s heart.

She was comparing him to Chu Yelin.

She believed his feelings for her were inferior to Chu Yelin’s.

The pain was unbearable.

He couldn’t put it into words—the sensation was like thousands of ants gnawing at his heart, a tormenting agony he had no power to fend off.

Just one incident of calculated manipulation, and she had relegated all his feelings for her into the ditch.

How could she...

Yin Moran stared at the hospital room door as it opened and closed again, Lin Qian vanishing inside. His handsome face darkened, his clenched fists making a faint cracking sound.

A moment later, the door to the hospital room opened, and Xu Xinyi stepped out.

Her face was calm, but upon closer inspection, her eyes were slightly red.

Yin Moran’s lips pressed tightly together as he watched Xu Xinyi nod briefly in greeting before walking quickly past him. He stepped forward.

"Doctor Xu, do you have feelings for Chu Yelin?"

One simple question caused Xu Xinyi’s expression to freeze.

She looked at Yin Moran, her almond-shaped eyes flickering, but she remained silent, though her grip on her bag strap visibly tightened.

Not denying it was an admission, wasn’t it?

Yin Moran steadied himself and gently parted his thin lips, "Lin Qian has agreed to marry Chu Yelin. Are you really going to stand by and watch the man you love marry someone else?"

At these words, Xu Xinyi’s face turned pale. She adjusted the strap on her bag, her gaze brushing past Yin Moran, her expression complex.

"Mr. Yin, you like Lin Qian, so why are you unable to hold onto her? Do you know that you and she actually..."

Actually had a connection four years ago. Actually, those children were born to the two of you!

In her heart, Xu Xinyi screamed this truth, yearning to spill it out, but in the end, she swallowed her words back.

"Actually, I know that Lin Qian’s heart belongs to you. She doesn’t love Chu Yelin. But..."

Xu Xinyi paused, then said, "Mr. Yin, Lin Qian is softhearted. I hope you’ll find a way to win her back."

She couldn’t ruin Chu Yelin’s plans. If she did, he might never allow her to stay by his side again.

She could only hope Yin Moran would step up and prevent Lin Qian from making the wrong choice!

After saying her piece, Xu Xinyi nodded fleetingly in farewell and walked swiftly away.

Watching her retreating figure, Yin Moran frowned, deep in thought.

What had Xu Xinyi originally wanted to say?

He and Lin Qian actually what?

He couldn’t shake the feeling that Xu Xinyi knew some secret about Chu Yelin that wasn’t widely known.

Was he supposed to devise a way to make Lin Qian come around?

But now Lin Qian was convinced he didn’t truly care for her. What could he possibly do to untangle her knot of mistrust?

Yin Moran pressed his weary brow, stretched out his long legs, and walked toward the window.

Inside the hospital room, Chu Yelin had fallen asleep again, while Lin Qian sat silently by the bed, lost in thought.

Yin Moran’s lips tightened, his grip on the window frame tautening.

She wanted to marry Chu Yelin?

Dream on!