Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 363: Are We Just Going to Let Him Get Away Scot-Free?

Chapter 363: Chapter 363: Are We Just Going to Let Him Get Away Scot-Free?

Seeing Yin Moran’s actions, Lin Qian pressed her lips together and slowly walked up to him.

A surge of warmth spread through her hand as the man’s dry, warm palm instantly enveloped her delicate fingers.

She raised her eyes and met the man’s gaze, black and deep as an ocean.

His expression carried a trace of caution, as though afraid she might be upset.

Her heart softened instantly, just a little.

There was a mixture of tenderness and apology.

He was the proud and noble young master of the Yin Family, cold and aloof, yet he had an unyielding affection for her—a woman with neither pedigree nor connections.

So sweet.

"Old Yin, I’ve already informed Sister-in-law about the relevant matters on the way here, including Qinglan’s feelings."

Behind them came Nangong Li’s voice.

He glanced at the two of them, reached for the door handle, and said, "Qinglan is asleep? I’ll go in and check on her."

"Hmm."

Yin Moran nodded, watching Nangong Li push the door open and enter, his deep eyes once again settling on Lin Qian’s face.

He moved his lips, feeling it necessary to explain further.

"Qianqian, trust me, I’ve always considered Qinglan like a younger sister. As for today’s news..."

"Qinglan! Qinglan, don’t scare me!"

Before Yin Moran could finish, a panicked and urgent voice erupted from within the room—it was Nangong Li.

Both Yin Moran and Lin Qian froze and, without a second thought, dashed into the room.

Inside, Nangong Li was already cradling the unconscious Yin Qinglan in his arms.

The face that normally carried a mischievous grin was now filled with sheer panic.

"Old Yin, hurry—get the car! Qinglan has attempted suicide by cutting her wrists!"

Lin Qian: "..."

Yin Moran: "..."

Cut her wrists?!

Yin Qinglan had actually tried to kill herself!

Lin Qian was utterly stunned, her gaze fixed on Yin Qinglan’s unconscious form as Nangong Li held her tightly. Blood dripped steadily from her limp wrist, shocking and vivid.

Lin Qian’s face paled. She quickly followed behind Yin Moran as they hurried downstairs.

Downstairs, upon hearing the commotion, Sir Yin and Old Madam Yin stood up from the sofa.

"Moran, Li, what’s going on with you two?"

Old Madam Yin asked upon seeing the group rushing down the stairs.

"Grandmother, Qinglan tried to commit suicide. We’re taking her to the hospital right now."

Yin Moran’s face was stern as he quickly explained to Old Madam Yin.

"What?! Qinglan, that child..."

Old Madam Yin took a deep breath, her complexion immediately growing pale.

One hand clutched her chest while the other pointed shakily toward Yin Qinglan, her body wobbling before collapsing backward.

"Grandmother!"

"Ju Fen!"

...

At the hospital.

Lin Qian stood beside Yin Moran, silently waiting outside the emergency room for news.

On the other side stood Nangong Li. From Lin Qian’s perspective, she could see the tense contours of his profile and the sharp redness in his eyes.

With a loud "bang," Nangong Li struck the wall with his fist, brimming with anger and hostility. He resembled an enraged lion on the verge of destroying everything in his path.

Yin Moran’s expression was cold and serious. Understanding Nangong Li’s frustration, he tightly pursed his lips and patted Nangong Li’s shoulder in silent reassurance.

Nangong Li, his eyes bloodshot, turned his long and piercing gaze toward Yin Moran, its edges sharp, like knives. "Old Yin, there’s no doubt that Yin Jingchen is behind this! Are we really letting him go unchecked?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Moran withdrew his hand from Nangong Li’s shoulder. His entire demeanor darkened, an air of menace flashing through his cold eyes.

"How could we? But the timing isn’t right to take him down entirely. I already have evidence of him laundering money under the guise of financing, though it involves overseas markets, and it isn’t yet enough to bury him. Give it time—I will send him straight to hell."

For years, Yin Jingchen had fixated on his position, watching like a predator.

Unable to defeat him through legitimate means, he consistently resorted to underhanded tactics.

Yin Moran had kept silent, allowing him his petty games until he amassed enough evidence to eliminate the entire faction associated with him.

But this time, Yin Jingchen had stooped low enough—using Yin Qinglan’s feelings to create humiliating news and stir up scandal.

The news had only recently surfaced, but already the Yin Group’s stock prices fluctuated wildly, resulting in substantial losses.

He had to admit—it was a painfully effective strategy, even if it harmed both sides.

At the very least, the board of directors was now pressuring him.

Yin Jingchen certainly didn’t hesitate to burn bridges in his pursuit of power within the Yin Group.

Yin Moran’s gaze deepened, brimming with the looming storm of an impending confrontation.

"If you refuse to act, I won’t let this slide!"

Nangong Li’s fist clenched tighter, the joints cracking audibly as the light in his eyes turned savage, wolf-like in its ferocity.

Yin Moran glanced at him but remained silent.

He understood Nangong Li’s frustration.

For Nangong Li, Yin Qinglan was untouchable, his Achilles’ heel. That Yin Jingchen would target her, leading her to attempt suicide out of shame, meant Nangong Li was determined not to let him off the hook.

As for himself...

Yin Moran’s gaze turned solemn, his thoughts resting on his second uncle, Yin Zhonghua. His lips pressed into a thin line.

The reason he hadn’t acted against the second faction wasn’t solely due to insufficient evidence. It was also because of Yin Zhonghua.

He remembered his second uncle as a carefree man without grand ambitions—someone who had saved him as a child from drowning in a pond after a mischievous bout of recklessness.

Yin Zhonghua was his savior.

Out of respect for him, Yin Moran had allowed Yin Jingchen’s provocations to go unchecked.

After all, Yin Jingchen was Yin Zhonghua’s son; he couldn’t bear to let him lose a child.

Of course, his restraint didn’t mean others would hold back.

If Nangong Li sought revenge on Yin Jingchen for the sake of his woman, then it had nothing to do with him.

But Yin Qinglan...

Yin Moran turned his gaze toward the emergency room ahead, his heart heavy.

He hadn’t anticipated that Yin Qinglan harbored other feelings toward him.

And now, that had been openly disseminated online.

Since childhood, she had always been clean and self-respecting, a sweet and dignified girl with pride to spare.

To be embroiled in such scandal—she plainly couldn’t handle it, leading to her suicide attempt.

Things would never be the same between them again.

It was truly a vexing situation.

Yin Moran’s brows furrowed as his thoughts wandered.

A soft, cool sensation touched his palm—Lin Qian’s delicate hand intertwined gently with his own.

Yin Moran lowered his gaze to their clasped hands—her fair, slender fingers enveloped by his larger, decisive grip—and felt his turbulent emotions calm slightly.

He turned to her and met her moist, almond-shaped eyes, his gaze softening.

At least she didn’t misunderstand him.

He had feared that their newly reconciled relationship might be broken all over again because of this.

Just then, the door on the emergency room’s side opened, and a doctor stepped out.

Recognizing the surgeon treating Old Madam Yin, the Vice President Lin, Yin Moran quickly strode forward.

"Vice President Lin, how is my grandmother?"

"Old Madam Yin fainted due to her age coupled with the shock, which caused temporary disrupted blood flow. She’s now out of danger and simply requires ample rest."

Vice President Lin removed his mask, speaking respectfully.

"Thank you."

Yin Moran exhaled deeply after hearing the update.

At least grandmother was all right.

Otherwise, regardless of his second uncle’s life-saving deed, he wouldn’t have spared Yin Jingchen.

"Old Yin, you and Sister-in-law should go visit Grandmother in her room. I’ll stay here and keep watch over Qinglan."

Nangong Li gestured for Yin Moran and Lin Qian to visit the old lady. Yin Moran hesitated briefly before nodding, patting Nangong Li on the shoulder and leading Lin Qian toward Old Madam Yin’s hospital room.