Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 68 Entangled by a Woman

Chapter 68: Chapter 68 Entangled by a Woman

"Moran, you’re busy, I’ll go out first."

Qiao Xiya didn’t linger long in Yin Moran’s office, smiling as she left the office.

As soon as she stepped out the door, the smile on her face abruptly vanished.

Taking out her phone, she dialed a number she had looked up.

"Auntie, it’s Ya. Are you at home this afternoon? It’s the change of seasons just now, and I was thinking about your skin being prone to allergies, so I specifically asked the brand I endorse to provide me with a couple sets of anti-allergy skincare essence. I’ll bring it over to you shortly... All right, Auntie, see you later."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Xiya put it back in her bag, her red lips curling coldly.

The Yin Family was indeed a major clan.

Yin Moran shouldered the huge mission and responsibilities of the family.

She didn’t believe that Yin Moran’s mother would agree to him marrying a woman with no background as the Yin Family’s mistress!

...

At the old Yin Family mansion, on the spacious leather sofa sat an elegant and dignified woman.

She bore a resemblance to Yin Moran, with composed and graceful features, but upon closer inspection, there was a trace of an unresolved sulk between her eyebrows.

This was Yin Moran’s mother, Zhong Liqing.

"Mom, does your head still hurt today? This is the soothing oil I brought back from abroad, let me rub your temples for you."

Yin Qinglan came down from upstairs with a bottle of essential oil in her hand, smiling at Zhong Liqing.

"Mmm, my Qinglan really understands me."

Zhong Liqing didn’t refuse and closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of Yin Qinglan’s fingertips massaging her temples.

Although this child wasn’t related to her by blood, she was sensible and caring since childhood, no different from her own.

"Qinglan, don’t leave this time, will you?"

"Mm, I won’t leave. From now on, I’ll always accompany you, Mom."

Yin Qinglan cajoled Zhong Liqing, who smiled and said, "I know you have filial piety, but your mom doesn’t want you to end up an old spinster. Don’t worry, I’ve already inquired among the wealthy women in our circle to see if there’s a suitable and outstanding man who could become the son-in-law of the Yin Family."

Hearing this, Yin Qinglan’s hand paused, and her emotions flashed across her face.

"Mom, are you that eager to marry me off? I’m so sad. Do you not love me anymore?"

"This child, at your age, women typically are married."

"But I just can’t bear to leave you, Mom. Besides, I want to focus on my career first."

"Do you really wish to be a career woman that badly?"

"Hehe, what’s wrong with being a career woman?"

"..."

When Qiao Xiya entered, she saw the mother and daughter chatting leisurely, their atmosphere harmonious and joyful.

"Oh, Qinglan is here too, haven’t seen you for a long time."

Qiao Xiya smiled brilliantly, even though inwardly she disliked Yin Qinglan’s presence, yet her face showed warmth and enthusiasm.

A woman’s intuition is never wrong, and how could she not be aware of Yin Qinglan’s ulterior motives?

"It has been a long time."

Yin Qinglan bent the corners of her mouth slightly, giving Qiao Xiya a polite nod, stopping her gentle pressing, "Mom, I’ll go cut some fruit for you."

"Okay."

"Thank you, Qinglan."

As soon as Yin Qinglan entered the kitchen, Qiao Xiya handed the skincare products to Zhong Liqing, her face beaming with a smile, deliberately trying to please her.

Zhong Liqing picked up a cup and took a sip, her expression indifferent, "Xiya, you are thoughtful."

Qiao Xiya’s motive was easy to guess—sucking up to her for the sake of Yin Moran.

But she was the sister of the deceased Qiao Xixian, the deepest wound in her son’s heart, and she did not want her son to have any more emotional entanglements with anyone from the Qiao Family.

Zhong Liqing’s demeanor was detached, which Qiao Xiya had expected.

After all, because of her sister’s death, no matter how she tried to win over Zhong Liqing’s heart over the years, she could never gain her support.

Qiao Xiya collected her thoughts and spoke up, "Auntie, I came here today not only to visit you but also to discuss something I feel is necessary to mention."

"Go ahead."

Zhong Liqing put down her teacup, aware that Qiao Xiya wouldn’t make an appearance for no reason.

"Aunty, Moran has recently been entangled by a woman."

Qiao Xiya feigned distress, hesitating as if there was more she wanted to say.

"Oh? What kind of woman has entangled him?"

Her son was in a relationship?

Zhong Liqing sat up straighter, her interest piqued.

"That woman’s name is Lin Qian, an unwed mother who four years ago had a fling with a stranger and bore a son. The identity of the child’s father remains unknown."

Qiao Xiya played the role of the indignant one, "Aunty, this woman is shameless. Not only is her lifestyle questionable, but she’s also very scheming. Knowing how much Moran adores Candy, she used her own son to win over Candy, making Moran view her in a new light and even considering taking her as his wife."

"Aunty, I know you’re not fond of me, but at least I come from a decent family and am pure and clean, without harboring any ulterior motives towards Moran. But that Lin Qian, she’s just a lowly sales clerk. Upon encountering a man of Moran’s esteemed status, wouldn’t she cling to him with all her might?"

"Who knows what schemes she employed to end up in the hospital; now Moran is personally taking care of her there."

Her words caused Zhong Liqing’s smile to fade slightly, her brows knitting together.

An unwed mother?

A sales clerk?

How had her son’s taste deteriorated so drastically?

However, this was all Qiao Xiya’s side of the story.

She wasn’t a fool. Facing a romantic rival, Qiao Xiya would spare no effort to besmirch the other party.

The true nature of that woman could only be determined after speaking with her own son.

"So you’re saying her name is Lin Qian, she’s a sales clerk with a child, and is currently staying in the hospital?"

Zhong Liqing summarized the key points from Qiao Xiya’s words and asked again.

Yin Qinglan came out with fruit just in time to catch this conversation.

Lin Qian?

Were they discussing the girl he had encountered at the bar last time?

"Yes."

Qiao Xiya nodded, "Aunty, Moran’s status is prestigious, and the woman by his side should certainly match him in status. How could someone as lowly as Lin Qian be worthy of Moran? Aunty, when the opportunity arises, you really must persuade Moran."

Women of low status.

Seated on the sofa nearby, Yin Qinglan felt a sudden distaste for these words.

The wealthy often liked to make a fuss about status.

Strip away the external trappings, and isn’t everyone the same?

"I understand, I’ll talk to Moran and get an understanding of the situation."

Zhong Liqing rubbed her temples, her face showing a hint of weariness.

"Mom, are you tired? Let me help you upstairs to rest."

Yin Qinglan gently assisted Zhong Liqing.

"Mmm, maybe it’s because your massage was just too comforting; I suddenly feel a bit exhausted."

Zhong Liqing smiled, patting Yin Qinglan’s hand, then turned to Qiao Xiya, "Ya, you go on home for now, we’ll chat another day."

"Of course, Aunty."

Qiao Xiya had achieved her goal and stood up to leave.

Behind her, Yin Qinglan’s voice reached her ears, "Mom, you’ve always been in poor health, try not to worry too much about things."

"Ah, I don’t want to worry, but your brother’s and your marriages are important matters, how could I not be concerned?"

"Mom, you know what kind of person Big Brother is, his judgment is sound."

"..."

What did Yin Qinglan mean by that?

Singing a different tune?

An adopted daughter with filthy ideas towards her foster brother, who gave her the audacity?

Qiao Xiya’s expression chilled; she picked up her clutch and left arrogantly.