Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 72: Are You Afraid?

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Are You Afraid?

After listening to Yin Moran’s account, Yin Qinglan remained silent without speaking.

The first thought that came to his mind was that there was no chance for him with Lin Qian.

A woman who looked like the destroyer of his own marital life was not someone his foster mother would ever accept.

"Brother, considering Mom’s attitude towards Lin Qian today, she would never accept Lin Qian marrying into the Yin Family. So, you and Lin Qian..."

Yin Qinglan asked outright.

Upon hearing this, Yin Moran’s thin lips slightly pursed, and emotions ebbed and flowed in his dark eyes.

"Qinglan, I can handle this matter myself. Take good care of Mom for me."

Some things were tricky, but there was always a solution.

If he really wanted to marry her.

Yin Moran turned to head to the hospital, but the voice of Zhong Liqing came from the staircase.

"Moran, where are you going?"

Yin Moran paused in his steps, turning to look at Zhong Liqing.

"Mom, you’re awake?"

Yin Qinglan quickly ran upstairs to support Zhong Liqing.

Zhong Liqing patted Yin Qinglan’s hand, using her support to slowly descend the stairs, stopping in front of Yin Moran.

"Moran, stop associating with that Lin Qian. I won’t agree to her marrying into the Yin Family."

She could never forget the incident from back then.

Lin Qian’s face was too similar to that secretary’s.

She couldn’t bear it.

A flicker of emotion passed through Yin Moran’s dark eyes.

After a long moment, he helped Zhong Liqing upstairs, "I understand, Mom. Aunt has been urging you to visit her to unwind. I’ll take you there tomorrow."

Hearing this, Zhong Liqing’s footsteps faltered and she looked sideways at Yin Moran, trying to discern something from his expression.

His handsome face was the same as ever, with deep, inscrutable eyes like ink.

"That’s good. My aunt has a medical team familiar with me. I hope my spirits can be restored to normal before your grandparents’ birthday celebration."

She didn’t want to interfere too much, as her son had always been opinionated.

But the thought of that face...

Zhong Liqing closed her eyes, a pang of pain in her heart.

Her son was dutiful; he wouldn’t just watch his mother suffer for a woman.

At the hospital.

"Miss Lin, do you still want this soup?"

The nurse asked, holding the thermos cup that had been left on the table.

Lin Qian looked up, pressing her lips together, "It’s still food after all. It seems a waste to throw it away, right? Then... let’s try it."

Though unclear why Yin Moran’s mother reacted the way she did upon seeing her, as an elder’s goodwill, it would be rude to dismiss.

The nurse poured a bowl of soup and handed it to Lin Qian, who thanked her and took a sip, inadvertently smiling.

"This soup tastes really good."

"The chef hired by the Yin Family is comparable to a five-star head chef. You’re quite fortunate."

A man’s voice suddenly rang out at the door. Lin Qian was taken aback, looking up to see the tall figure of Yin Moran entering, carrying a bag in his hand.

His expression seemed normal, giving no clue as to how Mrs. Yin was doing.

Lin Qian put down the bowl and asked, "Mr. Yin, is Mrs. Yin alright?"

"Finish the soup first."

With a faint response from the man, Lin Qian pressed her lips together and obediently finished the soup in the bowl.

As soon as the bowl was set down, Yin Moran walked over and lifted her from the wheelchair.

Lin Qian: "..."

What’s this now, just picking her up without a word? What was going on?

Lin Qian looked blankly at the side of Yin Moran’s face, confused, only to find herself gently placed on the sofa. He then took a seat beside her and started opening several bottles and jars on the coffee table.

The clear scent of medicine wafted out as the lids were unscrewed. Lin Qian bit her lip, then understood what Yin Moran was intending to do.

He was going to apply medicine for her.

"Mr. Yin, I can do it myself," Lin Qian hurriedly spoke up.

Yin Moran glanced at her, a flicker of unexpected emotion clearly crossing his face.

One hand took hold of Lin Qian’s, while the other spread the ointment on her scalded hand and arm.

The roughness of his fingertips carried the cool sensation of the ointment, warming her skin and setting her heart ablaze.

Lin Qian pursed her lips, silent, merely staring as the man’s slender fingers gently circled on her skin.

"I’m very sorry, my mother had an episode and hurt you."

The man’s voice, low and magnetic, rang out as he let go of one of her hands and began applying the ointment to the other.

"I’m fine."

Lin Qian tried not to focus on his attractive hand and asked, "Mrs. Yin is alright now, isn’t she?"

"She took her medicine, and her mood has stabilized."

Yin Moran finished applying ointment to Lin Qian’s hands. When his gaze touched upon the bruise on her neck, a shadow momentarily darkened his expression.

He leaned in slightly and lifted her chin with his hand, his voice tinged with an unknowingly gentle concern, "Does it hurt?"

The breath he exhaled onto her neck coursed through her like an electric current, sending a shiver down her spine, and she instinctively recoiled.

"It’s... it’s okay."

The tips of the woman’s ears reddened, becoming more pronounced against her fair skin.

Yin Moran noticed Lin Qian’s discomfort and couldn’t help but show a hint of amusement in his eyes.

He applied some ointment to her neck and intentionally leaned in closer, "I got this medicine from a doctor I know well; it’s very good for treating bruises."

His breath was close, stirring a fluttering sensation across her skin.

Lin Qian’s ears reddened even more, and she couldn’t help but shrink back.

So ticklish!

"Don’t move, what are you dodging?"

Yin Moran secured the back of her head, and at a glance, it looked as if he were about to steal a kiss.

"No, it’s just ticklish. Are you done?"

Lin Qian’s hands involuntarily tightened around Yin Moran’s arm, barely holding back laughter as she gazed at him with misty eyes.

Yin Moran paused in his motions, his deep black eyes sweeping over the woman’s red lips, her chin...

The touch of her skin was soft and delicate, sparking unsolicited thoughts.

Yin Moran’s Adam’s apple rolled slightly as he quickly stepped back, "Keep this tube of ointment, and don’t get the treated areas wet today."

Finally, it was over.

Lin Qian let out a sigh of relief, taking the tube of ointment Yin Moran handed her and nodding, "Thank you."

A faint scent of medicine lingered in the air, and the two of them remained silent, at a loss for words.

"By the way, did Mrs. Yin misunderstand something? She said I killed her child, what exactly is going on?" Lin Qian broke the silence first, asking her question.

At her words, Yin Moran’s breath turned momentarily sharp.

He glanced at her, "You look very much like the other woman who broke up my mother’s marriage. Because of this other woman, my sister was never born, so my mother has a reaction when she sees you."

Lin Qian: "..."

Heavens!

Is this really happening?

No wonder Mrs. Yin looked at her as if she were an enemy.

"So that’s how it is."

Lin Qian gave a dry laugh, subconsciously touching her own neck.

"Scared?"

Yin Moran suddenly asked a question.

With a deep longing hidden in his black eyes, Lin Qian was taken aback. As their eyes met, she suddenly understood what he meant.

He was actually asking if she would be afraid to be with him.

Because Mrs. Yin hated her face so much.