Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 354: Lin Qian Will Never Marry You

Chapter 354: Chapter 354: Lin Qian Will Never Marry You

Hotel.

The bedside wall lamp cast a warm yellow glow, its light and shadows faintly reflected on the wall.

Scattered on the expensive wool carpet were rumpled pieces of clothing, and the air was thick with traces of the lingering intimacy between a man and a woman.

On the spacious bed, gazing at the sweetly sleeping woman with her eyes closed, Yin Moran set the towel in his hand aside. His slender fingers gently brushed through her soft black hair, his expression full of tenderness.

Leaning down slightly, he pressed a soft kiss onto her forehead, the corners of his mouth curling into a doting smile.

She was finally entirely his.

Though it happened in this manner, it didn’t dampen his joy.

The doorbell chimed twice.

Yin Moran’s smile faded slightly as he tucked Lin Qian in, then rose and strode to the door.

Standing at the door was Han Chen.

He was holding two bags in his hands.

He glanced at Yin Moran, clad in a white robe, noticing the red marks on his uncovered honey-colored skin.

The long streaks were particularly conspicuous under the light.

Ahem, it seemed the intense battle between the boss and Miss Lin wasn’t lacking in enthusiasm!

Han Chen quickly lowered his gaze, handed over the bags in his hand.

"Mr. Yin, here are your and Miss Lin’s clothes, along with the bag Miss Lin had lost."

Yin Moran gave a brief acknowledgment, his slender and refined hand taking the bags as his voice turned steely.

"What about those people?"

He had rushed over to find Lin Qian by private jet but hadn’t forgotten to send Han Chen to investigate the situation at the village afterward.

"Those people—the other three, apart from Lu Jun—one is currently hospitalized due to injuries, and the remaining two have been sent to the police station."

Han Chen spoke respectfully, "According to their statements, they knew nothing. Lu Jun had drugged Miss Lin and delivered her to them, intending for them to ruin her and capture it on video. Fortunately, Miss Lin was clever and injured one of them, escaping through a window. These individuals are hooligans who previously followed Lu Jun, carrying out petty schemes under his lead."

A bunch of riffraff with audacity indeed.

Yin Moran’s eyes darkened coldly, and the rage flashed across his face as he recalled the scene upon disembarking from the plane.

"Find some people to give them a proper ’welcome’ in jail."

"Understood."

Han Chen quickly responded, then heard Yin Moran’s frosty voice ring out again. "And Lu Jun?"

"Lu Jun... fled. His whereabouts are still unknown."

Han Chen’s head lowered further, his face filled with guilt.

Gone?

Yin Moran’s aura became even darker. "Increase manpower. Find him as soon as possible."

He almost destroyed Lin Qian—once he’s found, he won’t go unscathed!

"Yes," Han Chen replied again.

Yin Moran said no more, turning to re-enter the room.

Han Chen breathed out a sigh, the corners of his lips curving into a smirk.

Speaking the following might feel insensitive, but congratulations to his boss for winning the beauty after all!

Inside the room, Yin Moran quietly closed the door and stood still for a moment, his icy aura slightly abating.

Approaching the bedside, he set aside the bags and gazed at the still-sleeping Lin Qian, his expression softening once again.

Just as he intended to join his woman on the bed, the cell phone in one of the bags began ringing.

Yin Moran furrowed his brows, glancing at the woman whose eyelashes fluttered faintly, then strode over to the bag to retrieve the phone.

It was Lin Qian’s phone ringing.

Yin Moran silenced the ringtone, looking at the screen’s caller ID, his lips pressed tightly.

It was a call from Chu Yelin!

Something flickered in his dark eyes as he glanced at the woman, too exhausted to wake, a subtle grin appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Taking the phone with him into the bathroom, he gently closed the door behind him and pressed the answer button with his long fingers.

As soon as the call connected, Chu Yelin’s laughing voice came through the line.

"Qianqian, it’s quite late already, are you still working?"

Hearing this, Yin Moran leaned casually against the wall and lazily replied, "President Chu, it’s me."

Silence.

On the other end of the call, Chu Yelin was clearly stunned for a moment before his tone turned icy.

"Yin Moran? Why are you answering Qianqian’s phone? Let her take the call."

Yin Moran listened to his cold voice over the line, the corner of his lips subtly lifting. "I’m sorry, President Chu, Qianqian is asleep and won’t be able to answer your call."

"Asleep? Yin Moran, what did you do to Qianqian?"

The voice on the other end grew angry, and the smirk on Yin Moran’s lips deepened. "President Chu, we’re both men. When a woman and a man sleep in the same room, what do you think they would do?"

Silence again.

Yin Moran could plainly hear the heavy breathing from Chu Yelin on the other end.

"Yin Moran, what exactly did you do?"

The enraged growl pierced through the line with intensity.

Yin Moran raised an eyebrow, slightly distancing the phone from his ear.

"Chu Yelin, as of today, Lin Qian is truly my woman. Let me give you a piece of advice: stop wasting your time. Lin Qian will never marry you!"

This man may be cunning and calculating, but in the end, all he would achieve was nothing but vain effort!

Because Lin Qian was now his woman.

Given her conservative nature, after what had happened between them, how could she possibly marry Chu Yelin?

On the other end of the call, Chu Yelin stared at the disconnected line. He flung his phone to the ground, smashing everything within reach in fury.

His chest heaved violently, his face clouded with darkness.

Standing nearby was Chu Ziyang.

His delicate little face displayed traces of fear as he took a step back, his small lips tightly pursed while watching Chu Yelin.

Xu Xinyi, fresh out of the bathroom, was startled by the scene. She quickly walked over to Chu Ziyang, wrapping him protectively in her arms.

"Lin, what are you doing? You’ve scared Ziyang."

Throwing a tantrum like this?

Before she had gone to the washroom, she knew he was calling Lin Qian.

What could have happened?

How did things escalate like this during her brief absence?

Chu Yelin said nothing, merely casting a glance at Chu Ziyang, his rage slowly dissipating.

Chu Ziyang had overheard the entire conversation between Chu Yelin and Yin Moran over the phone.

With his bright eyes wide open, he hesitantly parted his lips to ask, "Daddy, where’s Mommy? Is she with Mr. Yin right now?"

How could this be?

Had Mommy ultimately chosen Mr. Yin because he’d helped her?

Chu Yelin remained silent. His furrowed brow, throbbing temple veins, and tightly pressed lips were evidence enough of his boiling anger.

He had gone to great lengths to convince Lin Qian to marry him, only for her to change her mind in just two days?

Why?

Why exactly?

...

In the morning, a ray of sunlight filtered through the gaps and lit up the room.

On the large bed, a man and a woman lay peacefully together, locked in an embrace, looking like a serene, beautiful painting.

Lin Qian’s curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The first sight she saw was a man’s sculpted chest, gently rising and falling with his steady breaths.

A man?

Beside her, there was a man!