Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 355: Do You Want to Take Responsibility for Me?

Chapter 355: Chapter 355: Do You Want to Take Responsibility for Me?

Lin Qian’s pupils suddenly contracted. She hurriedly raised her gaze to look at the man above her. When she saw Yin Moran’s chiseled and strikingly handsome face, her chaotic heart slightly calmed.

Her tangled thoughts in her mind gradually unraveled.

The events of last night surged back into her memory.

She remembered going to the Gu Family to settle an account, only to be taken away by Lu Jun.

Afterwards, those men forced her to drink something, and then she managed to escape and called Yin Moran.

When Lu Jun caught her again, Yin Moran appeared and rescued her.

Then.....

Images flooded through her mind — all of them scenes where she clung to the man like a koala, refusing to let go.

Her face instantly heated up. Lin Qian bit her lips, her brows and eyes flashing with a trace of embarrassment.

Last night, she and him...

"Awake?"

A deep, magnetic voice came from above her, tinged with the laziness of just waking up, its pleasant tone making her heart tremble.

Lin Qian halted her memories, moved her aching body, and tried to sit up. But the man’s strong arm pulled her slightly harder, holding her into his embrace.

"Don’t move, it’s still early. Sleep for a while longer."

The man’s sexy Adam’s apple bobbed, his magnetic voice resonating from his chest, carrying a seductive allure that was impossible to resist.

At this moment, neither of them wore anything, and the intimate proximity made Lin Qian feel acutely shy.

The scorching warmth from his body enveloped hers, making Lin Qian feel as though her face would soon burst into flame.

"Where... where is this? Why... why are we here?"

She remembered him taking her to the plane.

Later, she clung tightly to him, experiencing sensations she had never encountered before in her life.

Painful yet transforming into threads of joy.

Thinking of those images, recalling the beads of sweat that slid down his forehead during his passion, Lin Qian’s throat tightened.

Ugh, she couldn’t let herself think about it anymore.

Because she couldn’t recall what happened afterward.

"This is a hotel owned by the Yins. You had already fallen asleep when we got off the plane last night, so I picked a hotel closest to the airport."

Yin Moran lowered his eyes, staring at Lin Qian’s flushed and delicate face, watching the slight tremble of her lashes and her crimson lips. His Adam’s apple unconsciously shifted.

Warm, soft beauty was nestled in his arms. A single glance was enough to ignite primal desire deep within him.

Her taste was too exquisite; had it not been for his fear of harming her, he’d have devoured her again right then.

"Is it already morning? I need to go to work, and I have to take Ziyang to school. I need to get up now."

Lin Qian could clearly sense the changes in the man’s body. Flushing, she hurriedly pushed against his firm chest.

A low laugh came from above, interwoven with threads of delight.

He tightened his embrace, his voice enchanting, "Qianqian, I’m very happy. Rest assured, I will take responsibility for you."

No matter how convoluted the process was, she was finally his woman!

Upon hearing this, Lin Qian’s accelerated heartbeat slowed instantly.

The blush on her face faded slightly, and various thoughts flashed through her mind.

She raised her eyes, meeting Yin Moran’s dark eyes filled with a smile.

He was happy?

But she was not!

"Yin Moran, last night was an accident. You don’t need to take it to heart."

She had been set up by Lu Jun, and that’s why she ended up with Yin Moran.

This kind of connection wasn’t natural progression; she didn’t need Yin Moran to take responsibility for her.

Moreover, there were plenty of women waiting for him to take responsibility. She didn’t want to join the queue!

Lin Qian’s expression turned cold.

She forcefully broke away from Yin Moran’s strong arms. Looking back to search for her clothes but finding none, she could only bite her lip, wrap the blanket tighter around herself, and scoot to one side, trying to put distance between herself and Yin Moran.

This movement exposed Yin Moran’s body to the air.

The man’s body was uncovered, unexpectedly bare, making Lin Qian’s face turn red abruptly. She let out an "Ah!" and covered her face as she exclaimed.

"Yin Moran, put your clothes on quickly!"

Yin Moran’s previously subdued handsome face was amused by Lin Qian’s reaction.

He sat up, took the clothes placed to the side, and dressed himself slowly.

"Qianqian, last night we were already bare and honest with each other. Where on my body haven’t you seen before?"

Where hadn’t she seen before?

Back then, she hadn’t been conscious—how could it be the same as now?

Lin Qian still covered her face, speaking in a muffled voice, "Yin Moran, are you dressed yet?"

Honestly, she’d given birth to three children, but she had never casually looked at a man’s body like this!

It was embarrassing, okay?

At this moment, it felt as though a breeze brushed by her ears, and a warm garment enveloped her exposed skin.

Lin Qian pursed her lips, blinking her almond-shaped eyes behind her fingers. She felt her hand grow warm, her fingers being held by someone.

Yin Moran’s handsome face magnified before her eyes as their gazes locked. She could see her own reflection in his dark pupils.

The man wore a white bath towel over his body, exposing large swathes of honey-toned skin, carrying a hint of suggestive allure.

His eyes were deep as he locked gazes with hers. "Qianqian, last night you took advantage of me. Shouldn’t you be responsible for me?"

Lin Qian: "..."

What did he say?

She took advantage of him and needed to be responsible for him!

Had the world gone mad?

Clearly she was the one who lost out, right?

"Yin Moran!"

"Hmm, I’m here."

Yin Moran looked at Lin Qian’s little face, flushed with both shame and anger, a glimmer of amusement flickering in his eyes.

Then his gaze deepened, and his stunningly handsome face took on a serious expression.

"Qianqian, do you remember what you said last night? I asked you if you wanted me to help you. I asked if you’d regret it. You answered without hesitation—yes, you wanted me to help, and you wouldn’t regret it! Qianqian, admit it! In the most dangerous moments, the first person you thought of was me, Yin Moran. Qianqian, you love me! Stop pushing me away!"

She loved him!

He was certain!

The man’s eyes were as dark as ink, filled with deep tenderness, like a dark whirlpool that unknowingly drew one in.

Lin Qian pursed her lips, silently gazing at his magnified features, feeling the warmth of his palm against her fingers, her emotions in turmoil.

Yes!

In the moments of greatest danger, the first person she thought of was him!

She admitted it: the man she loved was him.

But that didn’t mean she wanted to be with him, okay?

The thorn in her heart remained.

She admitted she wasn’t an easygoing woman.

Lin Qian bit her lip, abruptly withdrawing her hand from Yin Moran’s grasp. She turned away, her voice low and muffled, "Yin Moran, I admit I like you. But liking someone doesn’t mean you have to be with them. I’m a woman. You had just slept with someone else, and then you came running to me for forgiveness. As the old saying goes, ’Once unfaithful, forever mistrusted.’ I really can’t open my heart to you and pretend nothing ever happened."

"Then, Qianqian, I’ll give you time, and I ask that you give me some time as well, okay?"

Yin Moran propped himself on one side, his other hand gently lifting her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Qianqian, I’m still investigating what happened that day in Yun City. I’m not even sure if anything really happened between me and Qiao Xiya. Can you give me a bit more time?"

He was a man, and if something truly occurred, he would have felt it.

Just like last night—that kind of feeling was indescribable.

But regarding that day in Yun City...

Yin Moran’s dark eyes flashed with sharp determination.

He had been set up. Perhaps there hadn’t been anything between him and Qiao Xiya!