Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 360: Love Me, Love My Dog (Extra)

Chapter 360: Chapter 360: Love Me, Love My Dog (Extra)

Seeing Lin Qian on the verge of tears, the corners of Yin Moran’s eyes were filled with amusement.

"Just a minor injury, it’s nothing."

As long as she worried about him, what did this slight injury even matter?

"Mr. Yin, are you alright?"

Han Chen rushed over, his face full of concern.

"I’m fine."

Yin Moran uttered those two words concisely, lowered his gaze toward Chu Ziyang who was being held in his arms, and walked to a quiet area to put him down.

"Ziyang, are you scared?"

Chu Ziyang didn’t say anything, his stunned, pitch-black eyes were as clean as if they’d been washed.

His thoughts were still stuck on what had just happened.

As the car sped toward him, the man appeared like a god and scooped him away from danger.

In that instant, his image grew towering and heroic.

"Mr. Yin, your injury..."

It was all due to his own stubbornness, which caused Mr. Yin to get hurt.

"It’s nothing. I’m a man, as long as the people I care about are safe, getting hurt is no big deal."

Yin Moran crouched down, his deep eyes meeting Ziyang’s gaze. "Ziyang, although you’re not my biological son, you are your mom’s biological son. I love your mom, so naturally I care for what she cares about. Even if one day I had to give my life for you and her, I would do it. Ziyang, I know this might be hard for you to accept right now, but you are a little man, and you need to learn to respect her. The man your mom likes is me. If you love her, you should wish her happiness, instead of stubbornly forcing her to accept someone she doesn’t love, even if that person happens to be your biological father."

His words were both sincere and persuasive.

There was no condescending authority, yet they still carried convincing weight.

The blood from his arm dripped continuously, pooling on the clean ground in a stark, crimson stain.

Chu Ziyang still didn’t speak, only stared at him blankly, his small lips tightly pressed together.

On the side, Lin Qian pursed her lips, watching the exchange between the man and the boy, her nose tingling with emotion.

She opened her mouth to say something, but the dryness in her throat stopped her, leaving her unable to utter a word.

Standing beside Yin Moran, Han Chen noticed the bleeding from his arm and quickly said, "Mr. Yin, your arm injury is serious; you should head to the hospital for treatment first."

Upon hearing this, Yin Moran gently ruffled Chu Ziyang’s soft hair, straightened up, glanced at Lin Qian, and handed Ziyang’s small hand over to her.

"Ziyang’s going to be late for school, and you have work later. I’ll have Han Chen take you both for now."

The little woman’s eyes were red—is that because she was moved?

If the setting weren’t so inappropriate, he would’ve liked to pull her into his arms and comfort her properly.

Lin Qian gazed at him tenderly. Her voice unconsciously softened, "What about you? You’ll go in right away to let the doctor check your arm, right?"

"Alright, as you wish."

Yin Moran’s expression was tinged with a smile, his mood visibly brightened.

Lin Qian glanced at Chu Ziyang again, then without lingering, got into Han Chen’s car with him.

As the car gradually drove forward, Lin Qian looked back at the increasingly distant figure of the man, then withdrew her gaze.

Her eyes fell on the child beside her. Holding his small hand with one of hers and wrapping the other arm around his little body, she gently asked, "Ziyang, do you really hate Mr. Yin?"

The little guy’s emphatic "Mr. Yin, I hate you!" was, frankly, more than a little disheartening.

If the boy held hostility toward Yin Moran, then even if she wished to be with him, she wouldn’t feel at ease.

Does he truly hate Yin Moran?

Hearing Lin Qian’s question, Chu Ziyang pressed his lips together and lowered his gaze.

After a long pause, just when Lin Qian thought he wouldn’t answer, his small voice broke the silence.

"No, Mr. Yin is amazing."

He didn’t actually hate him.

His anger was only momentary.

After all, hadn’t he caused his mom to change her mind so suddenly?

Seeing Chu Ziyang looking down and appearing dejected, Lin Qian hugged him tighter and let out a silent sigh.

At this point, they should give each other some time to adjust.

No matter what happens, they all have to keep moving forward.

After dropping Chu Ziyang off at kindergarten, Lin Qian rode Han Chen’s car to work.

Sitting in the back seat, her thoughts were preoccupied with concern for Yin Moran’s injury.

Taking out her phone, she sent him a message.

"Where are you? Have you seen a doctor yet? Are you alright?"

If it weren’t for her needing to go to work, she would’ve wanted to stay by his side, seeing him through his treatment before feeling reassured.

Her phone remained silent, but after a moment, an image came through unexpectedly.

Lin Qian clicked it open for a look—it was a photo of the bandaged wound.

Below the image, he’d added a line: "Just saw a doctor. Hurts a little. Maybe if I had a girlfriend to kiss it better, I’d be fine."

Lin Qian: "..."

This man, injured but still finding time to make cheeky remarks.

"Such a smooth talker."

"Just being honest—a guy needs comfort from his girlfriend."

"Alright, I have work to do. Let’s not chat anymore."

A soft smile played on Lin Qian’s lips, her eyes brimming with amusement.

"Wait a moment, Qianqian. Earlier, at the hospital, did you make things clear to Chu Yelin?"

Another message popped up on her screen.

Lin Qian’s smile dimmed slightly, her lips pressing together as she sent back a single "Hmm."

Ultimately, she had chosen to follow her heart, hadn’t she?

Who knows how furious Chu Yelin might be right now.

"Alright, I’ll report this to Grandma as soon as possible and have her choose an auspicious day."

Another message appeared on her phone, catching Lin Qian off guard.

An auspicious day?

What was that supposed to mean?

Lin Qian’s face was filled with confusion as she sent back several question marks.

"We need an auspicious day to prepare for your wedding."

Prepare for the wedding?

Who said anything about marrying him!

Lin Qian bit her lip, her cheeks flush with an unconscious hint of shyness.

"Yin Moran, when did I say I’m marrying you?"

She’d merely gone to clarify her feelings to Chu Yelin—that didn’t mean she was ready to marry him, alright?

"Let Grandma start figuring it out. Whether it happens sooner or later, you’re going to marry me. After all, you’re my woman—if you don’t marry me, who else do you plan to marry?"

Another message from Yin Moran arrived, each word practically dripping with delight.

Did he really want her to marry him that badly?

From the very beginning of their acquaintance, it seemed like he’d always been pressing forward step by step.

And as for her...

Lin Qian pressed her lips together, looking at the approaching work address, her lips curling into a slight smile.

Was she truly going to marry him?

As he said—she was already his. If she didn’t marry him, then who else would she marry?

Throughout the morning, Lin Qian’s mood was light and cheerful.

But that cheerful mood came to a screeching halt by the afternoon.

A piece of news about Yin Moran had spread across major platforms, quickly shooting to the top of the trending list.

It happened as Lin Qian just got a moment’s break and was about to drink some water when Chen Fei rushed over.

"Manager Lin, look at the news!"

Look at the news?

Lin Qian took a sip of water and smiled. "What kind of celebrity gossip now?"

Chen Fei didn’t say anything, merely held her phone up close to Lin Qian’s face.

Putting down her cup, Lin Qian glanced sideways at the screen, and her whole body froze at the sight of the headline.

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