Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 338: Is It Interesting to Deceive Oneself?

Chapter 338: Chapter 338: Is It Interesting to Deceive Oneself?

Lin Qian briefly explained the situation to the three little ones. Just as she was wondering what to do, a magnetic male voice suddenly sounded beside her ear.

"Your idea was stolen? The only solution now is to immediately revise the event plan."

Lin Qian froze for a moment and instinctively turned her head, only to see Yin Moran standing by her side.

His tall and upright figure looked exceptionally handsome under the sunlight.

Lin Qian’s heart skipped a beat, and she blurted out, "Why are you here?"

Hadn’t she told him to pick her up in half an hour?

How did he suddenly show up beside her without a word?

"I’ve been here the whole time."

Yin Moran’s deep black eyes quietly watched Lin Qian, his words carrying an underlying meaning.

It was as though he was saying that no matter how she treated him, he would always stay by her side.

Lin Qian hurriedly halted her wandering thoughts, tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and muttered, "What did you just say? Revise the event plan? That’s easier said than done. The brochures have already been printed, the plans are all set, and the event is happening tomorrow. How are we supposed to revise anything now?"

Fandi had truly shocked everyone this time.

In the past, their competition never resorted to stealing creative ideas, but now, in order to win, they were using such unscrupulous methods?

How had Fandi’s store gained access to MXL’s creative ideas?

And at MXL, who had leaked her ideas?

Lin Qian’s thoughts tangled like a mess of unraveled yarn.

At this moment, Yin Moran spoke up, "Brochures can be reprinted, plans can be revised. As long as the adjustments are appropriate, the event can proceed as planned tomorrow."

His calm certainty made it hard to doubt his ability to turn the situation around.

Lin Qian stared at him, her lips moving slightly. "Do you have a plan?"

"If there’s a will, there’s always a way."

Yin Moran’s dark eyes were intense as his long fingers took the brochure from her hand and began to study it seriously.

The warm afternoon sunlight bathed his angular, handsome face in a golden glow, making him look even more captivating.

Without saying a word, his presence exuded a sense of reassurance, as though any trouble could be resolved as long as he was there.

Lin Qian bit her lip lightly, her eyes lingering on his strikingly handsome face, her emotions surging.

"There’s no need to trouble Mr. Yin. I’ll head back to the store to hold an emergency meeting. With everyone’s input, we’ll surely come up with a solution."

He was no longer hers. She shouldn’t rely on him anymore.

"Mommy, it’s not a bother. Let Daddy help you come up with something."

Candy clung tightly to Lin Qian’s hand, looking up with her dark eyes. "Daddy runs a big company and has tons of experience. He’ll definitely figure something out quickly."

This was a great opportunity.

If Daddy could solve Mommy’s problem, Mommy might be so moved that she’d forgive him.

Daddy, you have to do your best!

Lin Qian shot a glance at Yin Moran. His deep eyes met hers briefly before shifting to the three little ones at her feet, a flicker of emotion passing through them.

Before Lin Qian could say anything, Yin Moran curved his lips slightly, his magnetic voice breaking the silence. "I’ve got it."

Got it?

He had come up with a solution?

The words on the tip of Lin Qian’s tongue took a sharp turn as she anxiously asked, "You’ve thought of something?"

"Yes."

Yin Moran looked at Lin Qian, his handsome face carrying the faint trace of a smile, appearing even more striking under the sunlight.

If he’d thought of something, why didn’t he just say it already?

Lin Qian glared at Yin Moran, wanting to urge him but feeling too embarrassed to do so.

She had just firmly rejected his help a moment ago, and now she looked desperate. Did she have no principles?

"Daddy, how are you going to help Mommy?"

Candy, seeing that Yin Moran was still keeping them in suspense, anxiously asked.

Yin Moran lowered his eyes slightly and caught his daughter winking at him repeatedly, his lips curving into a smile.

"Help... hmm. That’ll require the three of you to step up!"

Lin Qian: "..."

The three little ones: "..."

Twenty minutes later, in Yin Qinglan’s studio.

Lin Qian watched as Yin Qinglan dressed the three little ones in festive Chinese doll outfits, turning them into adorably cute New Year mascots. Her face blossomed with a smile.

Yin Moran’s solution was to add a step to the existing sales plan by having the three little ones don festive outfits and serve as child models, interwoven with the original fashion showcase.

With the New Year approaching, wealthy families weren’t just buying jewelry for themselves—they often purchased pieces as gifts for others.

Especially gold and silver jewelry from elders to younger family members, which was particularly popular.

Yin Moran’s idea to use child models to catch the customers’ attention was undeniably a unique marketing approach.

And the most impressive part? He had come up with the solution in such a short amount of time, truly surprising everyone.

Lin Qian glanced over at Yin Moran, her eyes tracing the perfect line of his profile. She pressed her lips together, feeling a growing sense of admiration.

He truly was a business genius. His mind was sharp and quick.

"Mr. Yin, thank you."

Business was business, personal was personal.

No matter what, he had helped her find a solution today, and she was grateful to him.

But still.....

"Qianqian, could you not be so formal? We..."

"Mr. Yin, business is business. As for the personal side, I’m sorry, but I still can’t forgive you."

Lin Qian cut off Yin Moran’s words, watching as his dark eyes deepened. Determined, she reached into her bag and pulled out a velvet box.

"This is the engagement ring you gave me. I don’t think I’ll be needing it anymore. You should give it to someone it’s meant for."

Her clear, melodic voice remained familiar. Her slender fingers, slightly cool to the touch, placed the dark red velvet box into his hand.

Yin Moran pressed his lips tightly together, a flicker of helplessness flashing in his deep black eyes.

He looked at the woman before him, his gaze fixed on her stubborn face, as he reached out to put the velvet box back into her hand.

"Take it back. I, Yin Moran, don’t take back what I’ve given. Qianqian, consider this my one request after helping you just now."

Was his one condition really for her to keep the engagement ring?

Lin Qian tightened her grip on the velvet box, feeling its weight in her palm.

"Yin Moran, what’s the point of this self-deception? We’ve already broken up, so why would I keep this ring?"

"I never agreed to the breakup."

Yin Moran’s deep black eyes were unwavering. "Qianqian, I’ll give you time to cool off, but as I’ve said, I will never let go."

His gaze never left her face. The profound depths of his eyes carried dominance and composure, leaving no room for resistance.

Lin Qian’s hand, holding the velvet box, tightened as she stared at him, her emotions churning.

"Ahem, you two, stop staring soulfully into each other’s eyes. Let these three adorable little ones show you a runway performance like no other."

Yin Qinglan cleared her throat lightly and turned on the music, motioning for the two to step aside.

Lin Qian exhaled deeply, putting her personal feelings aside as she quickly slipped the velvet box back into her bag and walked briskly toward Yin Qinglan.

This wasn’t the time for personal matters. She needed to focus on work first.

Behind her, Yin Moran watched her slender back, the corners of his lips curving slightly upward.

It was as if his wish had just been granted.

By helping her this once, he hoped at least some of her resentment toward him would melt away!