Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 39 If You Like Someone, Chase Them Bravely

Chapter 39: Chapter 39 If You Like Someone, Chase Them Bravely

Night had fallen.

Lin Qian had just helped Lin Zirui with his washing up, then snuggled with him on his little bed.

Everything was ready; she was prepared to tell him a bedtime story.

"What story would you like to hear tonight?"

Lin Qian found a comfortable position, holding a children’s book in one hand and embracing her son with the other.

"Anything is fine, as long as Mommy tells it."

He didn’t care what story it was; he simply loved spending these evening moments with Mommy.

Lin Zirui, basking in Lin Qian’s scent, had a face full of contentment.

"Okay then, today I’ll..."

Suddenly her phone rang. Lin Qian paused, picked up her phone, and a slight smile appeared on her face.

"Mommy, who’s calling?" Lin Zirui, unhappy with the interruption of their warm time together, peeked over curiously.

"It’s Candy’s video call." Lin Qian answered the video.

So it was Candy.

She must be missing Mommy and him.

It seemed he was luckier than her!

Lin Zirui felt a twinge of pride, greeting the chubby, rosy-cheeked face on the screen, "Hi, Candy."

"Brother, are you with Mommy?"

Candy looked enviously at the two heads squeezed together, her little red lips pouting.

"Yeah, Mommy was just about to tell me a bedtime story." Lin Zirui said proudly, hugging Lin Qian’s slender waist.

"Wuu, bad brother, showing off in front of me on purpose." Candy pouted, her big eyes brimming with water as she looked at her.

Lin Zirui grinned and hugged Lin Qian’s waist even tighter, "Candy, you still have Daddy. Let Daddy tell you a bedtime story."

"Daddy’s not home. A child without a mother is like a blade of grass! Mommy, will you pity Candy and tell me a bedtime story too?"

The plaintive tone of the little one made Lin Qian laugh out loud, "Alright, you close your eyes, and I’ll tell both of you little ones a bedtime story, okay?"

"Yay, Mommy, look, I’ve closed my eyes, you can start."

Lin Qian could only see the shaking ceiling, knowing that the little rascal had obediently set the electronic device to one side, and she began to speak with a light laugh.

"Okay, here I go. The story I’m going to tell today is..."

Lin Qian’s soft and tender voice echoed around, and both little ones closed their eyes, slowly falling asleep to the story.

Meanwhile, in the Meili VIP room.

Yin Moran lounged on the sofa lazily, his long legs casually crossed, toying with a wine glass in his hand, and a delicate veil of red shimmered on his handsome face.

Beside him, Nangong Li held an enchantingly beautiful woman in his arms, occasionally teasing her, provoking peals of laughter from the woman.

After amusing the beauty, he glanced at Yin Moran and saw him gulp down another glass of wine; his beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

"Old Yin, you seem off today, giving me the impression you’re drowning your sorrows in alcohol. Have a broken heart? No, that’s not it, you aren’t even in a relationship. Oh, is it because of that single mother?"

At these words, Yin Moran gave him a cool look and lifted his wine glass to pour a big gulp into his mouth.

Without saying a word, yet it radiated a strong sense of story.

A flicker of interest passed through Nangong Li’s eyes, he released the woman in his arms, filled Yin Moran’s glass with wine, and teased, "What’s the matter? Mr. Yin’s charm on the decline? Can’t even handle a single mother?"

"Shut up, doesn’t she have a name?"

Yin Moran shot him a dagger-like glare, downing the glass of wine in one go.

"Hey, look how anxious you are."

Nangong Li laughed, "Okay, okay, what’s her name? Lin Qian, right? What, she won’t reciprocate your feelings? Don’t you still have my goddaughter? Can’t even win her over? This woman’s standards must be really high."

He didn’t like him calling Lin Qian a single mother.

Such silent protection!

"She thinks she has high standards? She’s clearly blind."

He was such an excellent man, right in front of her, yet she didn’t know how to fight for him and even rejected his proposal.

If she wasn’t blind, then what was she?

"Ha-ha, Old Yin, don’t get mad out of embarrassment! I’ve never seen a woman dare to reject you before; Lin Qian is quite interesting."

Nangong Li was full of curiosity and, needless to say, earned himself a death glare from Yin Moran.

"Don’t glare at me. If you ask me, parading around with that icy expression all day long, if I were a woman, I wouldn’t like you either."

Nangong Li, unafraid of death, continued to tease, wrapping his arm around a beauty next to him and joked, "Darling, tell me honestly, if you had to choose between me and Old Yin, who would you choose?"

The woman, a fresh-faced young model, flitted her alluring eyes between the two men. Upon catching the signal in Nangong Li’s eyes, she responded coyly, "Oh, Mr. Li, you’re putting me on the spot! One of you is cold and the other is hot; you both have your advantages. But of course, as a woman, I prefer a man who is extra gentle with me."

Nangong Li was her major patron, and flattering him for his favor was a no-brainer!

"Ha-ha, what a sweet talker you are, just to my liking."

Nangong Li laughed heartily, then turned to Yin Moran, "Old Yin, did you hear that? Stop always having that coffin face. If you want to chase a woman, you need to learn from me how to please them."

Learn from him how to please women?

Yin Moran’s lips curled up in a mocking smile, "You’ve been pleasing my sister for years; has it been effective? Pick a better example when you’re making a point."

Nangong Li: "....."

That hit home.

"Listen, Old Yin, that’s not a nice way to poke at one’s heart. Aside from your sister, which woman hasn’t fallen for me once I make a move?"

"Sorry, I can’t learn to be a stud like you."

"Hey, Old Yin, are we brothers or not?"

"I’m not short of brothers."

"..."

As the two bantered, the phone on the coffee table rang. It was a call from Han Chen.

Answering it, Han Chen’s voice came through, "Mr. Yin, my people have found Lin Hai."

A single sentence caused Yin Moran’s dark eyes to narrow slightly.

After a moment, he said, "Address."

That night Lin Qian had barged into his private room, he had promised to help her find Lin Hai.

Originally, he wanted to make a deal with her, to have her agree to his proposal.

But unexpectedly, she hadn’t even given him a second thought.

However, now that Lin Hai had been found, he would go and see for himself.

It had to be said, Lin Qian had ignited a desire in him to explore further.

He wanted to know more about her.

Yin Moran stood up and straightened his clothes, casting a glance at Nangong Li, "I’m going."

"So soon? Old Yin, if you like her, then go after her bravely. I’ll be here to cheer you on, brother!"

Nangong Li’s teasing voice followed from behind, but Yin Moran merely parted his lips to say, "Nangong Li, believe it or not, if you utter one more word, I can make sure you never become my brother-in-law."

Which eye of his saw that he liked her?

As the exasperating pleas for mercy came from behind, Yin Moran opened the door and left with long strides.

In a dilapidated small farmhouse in the suburbs, Lin Hai huddled, looking warily at the group of people who had suddenly burst in.

Who were they?

Mr. Yin?

Which Mr. Yin?

He was only in debt to Du Guokang and owed no other person money.