Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 334: Taking favors makes one’s words soft

Chapter 334: Chapter 334: Taking favors makes one’s words soft

Lin Qian returned to the apartment with her two little ones.

The distracted mood along the way made the atmosphere a bit heavy.

"Mommy, do you not want to marry Dad?"

Lin Zirui watched Lin Qian walk over to pour herself a glass of water, following behind her with furrowed brows as he asked.

Lin Qian’s hand paused mid-pour as her gaze swept toward Lin Zirui and the approaching Chu Ziyang. She put down the kettle and turned around, pulling the two brothers into a hug.

"Zirui, Ziyang, Mommy told you, as long as we’re together that’s enough. Everything else, we’ll let it happen naturally."

Her mind was a mess, strangely gloomy, though she couldn’t quite tell if it was because of thoughts of someone.

At this moment, this was truly her only thought—just having her sons by her side, the three of them never separating, everything else didn’t matter.

Men? They could never be as important as her boys!

Enough thinking!

Smelling the fragrant scent from Lin Qian, Lin Zirui and Chu Ziyang exchanged a glance before hugging her tightly.

Neither of them spoke, but their small hands patted her back comfortingly, mimicking the ways she usually reassured them. It was incredibly heartwarming.

Lin Qian’s heart felt warm. She kissed left, then kissed right, her mind unconsciously flashing the image of another little darling.

Thinking of her promise to Candy about accompanying her to buy clothes tomorrow, Lin Qian’s almond-shaped eyes flickered slightly. "Zirui, aren’t you leaving next week? How about Mommy taking you two shopping tomorrow afternoon to buy some things."

She had already promised Candy, and maybe Yin Moran would use this as an excuse to tag along.

She didn’t want that.

So she planned to bring just her two sons along.

"Alright!"

Lin Zirui nodded, then asked curiously, "But Mommy, didn’t you just return to work today? Are you taking the day off again tomorrow?"

"Ahem, no! Tomorrow I’ll be doing research at another mall, just bringing you along to shop while I’m at it."

"Uh! Mommy, doing personal errands during work hours doesn’t seem very professional, does it?"

"Hehe, little brother, anyway, Dad is Mommy’s big boss, with him backing her up, it’s no big deal this time!"

"Ahem, it’s not what you think."

"..."

The mother and sons joked around for a bit, lightening the mood.

Lin Qian signaled the two little ones to go play for a while, then poured herself a glass of water.

Just then, her phone chimed with a notification.

Lin Qian took a sip of water and glanced casually; her eyes froze for a moment.

The message was from Nangong Li.

He had sent several photos.

Curious, Lin Qian opened them, only to see a man in a white chef’s uniform and hat, busy in the kitchen making a cake.

Tall and lean, sharp facial features, hands with defined joints, and incredibly long legs...

This man was none other than Yin Moran.

Yin Moran was in the kitchen making a cake?

Lin Qian’s eyes widened as she stared blankly at her phone screen. Before she could figure out why Nangong Li had sent her these photos, the sound of glass being tapped and the excited voices of her sons reached her ears.

"Huh? Where did this robot come from?"

"The robot is holding something!"

Hearing this, Lin Qian instinctively turned toward the glass window. Outside the apartment window, a robot was holding a gift box and tapping on the windowpane.

The two little ones, already brimming with excitement, rushed to the window. Each grabbed a chair and climbed up to open the window, receiving the gift box from the robot.

"You two, be careful."

Lin Qian quickly walked to the window, pulling the two boys down.

"A food delivery robot? Who sent this robot to deliver food to us?"

Lin Zirui blinked his big black eyes, looking out at the robot with excitement.

Chu Ziyang had already opened the gift box, revealing inside finely packaged cookies.

"Cookies? Who made these cookies and sent them over?"

Chu Ziyang picked up a cookie, his face full of puzzlement.

At the side, Lin Qian’s almond-shaped eyes flickered slightly, and she couldn’t help but think of Yin Moran.

After all, the photos Nangong Li had just sent were still on her phone, showing Yin Moran busy in the kitchen.

So, were these cookies made by him?

He personally made cookies and sent them over—what exactly was his intention?

As Lin Qian’s thoughts spiraled, Lin Zirui’s voice rang out again.

"Mommy, look."

Lin Qian instinctively looked up, following Zirui’s pointing finger, and saw that the skyscraper across from them was lit up with neon lights.

The glowing lights formed countless images, displaying a scene at the center.

In the scene, a man and a woman stood face to face.

The towering man held a stick and slowly knelt on one knee, then raised both hands high above his head holding the stick.

Next, a sentence appeared on the screen.

"Qianqian, I’m sorry!"

Lin Qian: "..."

If she still didn’t understand what was going on by now, she might as well not exist.

Sending cookies with a robot, putting on this extravagant light show—this must be Yin Moran’s work!

Was he making amends to her?

For a moment, Lin Qian’s emotions surged as she stared at the screen on the skyscraper opposite, her nose tingling with a sudden wave of sadness.

"Qianqian, I’m sorry?"

Lin Zirui murmured softly, his bright black eyes looking at Lin Qian. "Mommy, is someone apologizing to you? Then, who orchestrated all this? Was it Mr. Yin?"

Was it him?

Lin Qian said nothing, her heart churning with countless emotions.

Her phone chimed again—a new message had arrived.

Lin Qian picked up her phone to check. It was yet another message from Yin Moran.

It read: "Qianqian, I’m downstairs."

Yin Moran was here?

He was downstairs at the apartment?

Did he want her to go down?

Should she?

Lin Qian pursed her lips, gripping her phone tightly.

After a moment, she walked to the window and looked downstairs.

From afar, she saw a luxury car parked below.

Beside the car stood two people. Even though she couldn’t see clearly, she knew that the tall figure among them was Yin Moran.

In front of him on the ground, countless candles flickered, arranged into two heart shapes filled with roses.

Lin Qian stared blankly, her emotions a tangled mess, leaving her speechless.

Yin Moran was using this kind of gesture to ask for her forgiveness.

Should she forgive him?

A flash of Qiao Xiya’s face appeared in her mind.

Lin Qian bit her lip, abruptly closing the window and heading for her room.

"Zirui, Ziyang, it’s cold, let’s wash up and go to bed."

A little trick like this was supposed to make her forgive him for his mistakes?

She couldn’t do it!

Lin Zirui and Chu Ziyang exchanged glances, neither saying anything.

Lin Zirui glanced at the cookies in Chu Ziyang’s hands, reached out to grab one with his pale little hand, unwrapped it, and took a bite.

The taste was crisp and fragrant—really good.

"Little brother, could this really have been made by Mr. Yin?" Chu Ziyang probed tentatively.

"Hmm, probably! Little brother, these cookies taste great. Want to try?"

"No! Little brother, accepting snacks makes you soft-hearted!"

"..."