Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 367: Has the Potential to be a Pretty Boy

Chapter 367: Chapter 367: Has the Potential to be a Pretty Boy

Hearing Lin Qian’s words, Yin Moran slightly raised his eyebrows.

That kid Nangong Li, really knows how to seize opportunities.

His gaze moved from the hospital room to Lin Qian’s delicate face, fixing on her clear eyes. Yin Moran’s gaze wavered, and he stepped forward, pulling her into his arms.

Inhaling the unique fragrance she carried, Yin Moran asked softly, "Qianqian, if I had nothing, what would you do?"

He didn’t know why he asked this question.

There was simply a faint sense of insecurity in his heart.

With the news breaking out, his position as the president of the Yin Group was on shaky ground.

Her feelings toward him had always seemed ambiguous.

She hadn’t officially replied whether she would marry him.

So, if he were no longer the high-and-mighty president of the Yin Group, reduced to just an ordinary man, how would she react?

Would she push him further away?

The man’s embrace was warm, his arms holding her tightly as if afraid she would run away.

Lin Qian’s heart softened. She raised her arms to wrap around his strong waist, mischief glimmering in her almond-shaped eyes.

"If you had nothing? Hmm, you’re pretty handsome, with the makings of a kept man. Especially your voice—I like it even more. If you had nothing, you could sell your voice. Although I’m not a wealthy patron, I won’t let you go hungry. As long as you don’t expect lavish delicacies, I eat meat, and you’d certainly get to drink soup."

Yin Moran: "..."

Is this the vibe of being kept?

And it’s not even as someone important—more like a lowly errand boy!

The only woman in the world bold enough to treat him like a kept man would undoubtedly be her!

And yet, how is it that he feels rather pleased by it!

Yin Moran’s lips curled slightly as he tightened his embrace on the woman in his arms. His voice intentionally softened, tinged with a bit of slyness.

"Alright, I’ll take good care of this face and my good voice, lest I lose the capital required to be kept."

Lin Qian: "..."

Can this man stop shamelessly playing along?

Still, if she truly loved someone, she yearned for a simple life with them.

Find a small city, where husband and wife are affectionate, and their children are smart...

During their free time, they can watch the sunrise together in the morning or admire the beauty of the sunset.

Without too many conflicts—you love me, I love you—and they live their lives just like that.

Lin Qian’s lips curved into a smile. She breathed in the familiar scent of the man and closed her eyes, feeling a bit nostalgic.

She didn’t know what her married life in the future would be like.

It surely wouldn’t be as peaceful as she imagined.

At that moment, the hospital room door opened, and Nangong Li stepped out.

Seeing the two embracing, his long, narrow peach-blossom-shaped eyes were full of teasing.

The cold, sharp features of his handsome face had regained their usual cheer.

"Oh, did I come out at the wrong time?"

Hearing this, Lin Qian snapped back to her senses and quickly pushed Yin Moran away, awkwardly tidying the strands of hair near her ears.

Yin Moran shot Nangong Li a cold glare. "What are you doing out here? Failed the proposal? Hmph, an old man with no sense; it’s not surprising your proposal didn’t succeed."

Nangong Li: "..."

What? Is that necessary?

He just accidentally interrupted someone’s lovey-dovey moment.

Was there really a need to curse him?

Friendship over!

He’s cutting ties the moment he gets back!

No, wait!

This guy is going to be his future brother-in-law, and he has to behave.

Nangong Li took a deep breath, flashed Yin Moran a mischievous smile, and said, "Sorry, brother-in-law. This young master doesn’t fail when he’s on the job. Just wait for the day when you call me brother-in-law!"

As he spoke, he looked at Lin Qian and straightened his expression slightly. "Sister-in-law, Qinglan wants to see you."

If Qinglan hadn’t called Lin Qian in, he wouldn’t have stepped out.

Wasn’t holding his own woman better?

There’s no need to step out and endure the old man’s teasing.

Still, he knew Qinglan likely had unresolved issues and needed to talk to Lin Qian.

Lin Qian hesitated momentarily before glancing at Yin Moran and nodding, then pushed open the door to step inside.

Behind her, Yin Moran’s thin lips slightly pressed together, his expression turning somber.

He quietly watched the closed hospital room door, hands in his pockets, his black eyes swirling with countless emotions.

Beside him, Nangong Li glanced at him and gestured for him to walk toward the stairwell.

The two tall men entered the stairwell one after the other. Nangong Li pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Yin Moran.

In the silence, only the faint flicker of the lighter lighting the cigarette could be heard.

"What are you thinking about? Are you wondering what they’ll talk about?"

Nangong Li took a drag of his cigarette and lazily blew out a smoke ring.

Yin Moran paused for a moment, his voice low. "No, I’m thinking about Chu Yelin."

Thinking about Chu Yelin?

Nangong Li almost choked on a puff of smoke.

"Cough, Old Yin, why are you thinking about him? Don’t tell me you’re not straight and you’re heading down a...different path?"

Hearing this, Yin Moran cast him a cold glare. Knowing it was deliberate teasing, he didn’t bother responding.

Nangong Li coughed twice and stopped poking fun, instead chuckling. "Come on, what’s going on? Did he cross you again? Honestly, I think your momentum currently crushes his. Didn’t Lin Qian come back to you?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Moran took a deep drag of his cigarette, his dark eyes appearing even deeper in the shadows.

"Chu Yelin... is my half-brother."

"Cough cough!"

Nangong Li, struck by the revelation, coughed repeatedly.

"What did you say? Are you serious? Chu Yelin is your half-brother? That’s too ridiculous!"

Who wouldn’t say the same?

But among wealthy families, drama was never in short supply.

Yin Moran flicked ash from his cigarette and said quietly, "His mother died because of my father. He’s back to take revenge on the Yins."

Back to take revenge on the Yins?

Nangong Li raised an eyebrow. "How did his mom die because of your dad? Old Yin, tell me this outrageous story!"

Yin Moran took another drag, didn’t hold back, and concisely relayed what he’d heard from Old Madam Yin.

Nangong Li listened, shocked yet contemplative.

He didn’t want to comment on the grudges of the previous generation.

But this Chu Yelin...

"Old Yin, it’s clear that Chu Yelin is deeply shrewd. Since his mother’s death, he’s been plotting revenge against the Yins. However, after your father’s death, he shifted his hatred onto you. Now tell me, when it comes to Lin Qian, how could it be such a coincidence? Four years ago, why did he choose Lin Qian? Was it truly by chance? And you ended up with Candy, whose biological mother remains a mystery. Why does something feel off? There’s definitely a conspiracy here, absolutely a conspiracy."

Some things seem shrouded behind a veil, tempting closer inspection, yet always out of reach without the right key to unlock the truth.

Yin Moran listened to Nangong Li’s words. Deep down, didn’t he feel the same way?

Nangong Li suspected that Lin Qian might be the woman Yin Moran slept with four years ago.

She could very well be Candy’s biological mother!

But he had conducted two genetic tests, and the results were disappointing.

Meanwhile, Chu Yelin’s genetic match with Chu Ziyang was crystal clear—they were father and son.

Where had things gone awry?