Xiya Qiao’s words were thick with threat.
Even if soone with an unfit mind were to kill her, she would have no place to argue her case.
Lin Qian pursed her red lips, looking at Xiya Qiao and said, "Xiya Qiao, what’s the point of doing this? Love is a matter between both a man and a woman. Even if I don’t end up with Yin Moran, I guess he wouldn’t choose to be with you either."
It was clear that Yin Moran had no romantic feelings for Xiya Qiao.
He would take care of her, but only for the sake of her sister, Qiao Xixian.
Yet Xiya Qiao wasn’t satisfied with this kind of care; she wanted to take their relationship further.
"You would know!"
Xiya Qiao’s face changed, "Before you ca along, do you know how Moran spoiled ? I wanted wind, he’d make the wind blow; I wanted rain, and he’d bring it; if he didn’t like , would he treat so well?"
To command the wind and summon the rain?
Lin Qian couldn’t help but say, "He’s nice to you, just because of your sister."
Was she deluding herself, or pretending to be oblivious?
"You’re talking nonsense!"
Xiya Qiao’s face shifted colors, "Moran does like . If it weren’t for your appearance, he definitely would have married ."
For so many years, no other woman had been by his side.
Even if she knew he didn’t love her the most, as long as she stayed beside him, he would definitely end up marrying her.
But it was all ruined by the arrival of Lin Qian.
It was all this woman’s fault!
Lin Qian looked at Xiya Qiao’s self-righteous deanor and didn’t want to argue with her anymore.
"Xiya Qiao, I don’t want to explain anything further about Moran and . I have things to do, I’m going now."
Having said that, she moved to leave past Xiya Qiao.
Xiya Qiao stepped forward, about to speak, but from the corner of her eye, she saw a tall figure getting out of a luxury car by the road.
Imdiately, her eyes flickered with interest.
She grabbed Lin Qian’s hand, a smile on her face but her tone ominously soft.
"Lin Qian, I advise you to stay away from Moran. I wasn’t kidding earlier—my fans are nurous, and I really can’t guarantee all their minds are sound. You might risk everything for love, but don’t forget, you have a child by your side."
A child by her side!
Xiya Qiao was threatening her with her child!
Lin Qian’s face changed, and she shook off Xiya Qiao’s hand.
Xiya Qiao stumbled backwards, falling to the ground.
With an "ow," she bit her lip, looking up at her pathetically.
Lin Qian had no patience for her feigned weakness and sternly said, "Xiya Qiao, control your fan base. If you dare touch my son, I will fight you tooth and nail!"
Her son was her Achilles’ heel; let Xiya Qiao dare to touch him and see what happens!
"Lin Qian, I’ve already apologized to you, why can’t you let it go?"
Xiya Qiao looked pitifully at Lin Qian, trying to get up but with an "ow" fell back to the ground.
Lin Qian frowned, looking at Xiya Qiao’s theatrical act, feeling sothing was amiss.
Was Xiya Qiao really that frail?
Who was she performing this act for?
"What’s going on?"
A man’s deep voice echoed from not far away, Lin Qian looked up to see Yin Moran walking toward her against the light.
His tall and straight figure, under the warm sun, seed to be coated in a layer of gold.
Very handso indeed!
So it was Yin Moran who had arrived!
No wonder Xiya Qiao was acting this way!
Lin Qian pursed her lips, her gaze eting his.
"Moran!"
Xiya called out to Yin Moran in a coquettish tone and reached out to him.
Yin Moran glanced at her, hesitated slightly, walked up to Xiya, and helped her to her feet.
Lin Qian’s fingers curled, watching Xiya stand up clutching Yin Moran’s hand, weakly leaning into his arms with a fragile and aggrieved expression.
The threatening voice of the woman was still echoing in her ears, Lin Qian’s chest heaved, and she bit her lip and turned around to leave.
"Qianqian."
"Oh, Moran, I think I twisted my ankle."
Xiya quickly grabbed Yin Moran’s sleeve, pretending to be in pain.
Yin Moran paused in his step, turned his head to look at her, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable.
"Your fans caused trouble at her shop?"
"Yes, that’s why I ca here personally to apologize. But as you can see, Lin Qian doesn’t seem to appreciate it."
Unhappy, Xiya pouted her red lips and in a tender voice as Yin Moran was about to speak again, she said, "Moran, my foot really hurts, accompany to see the doctor, will you?"
Yin Moran stared at Xiya expressionlessly, his dark, ocean-deep eyes revealing no emotion.
By that ti, reporters had already rushed to the scene.
"Mr. Yin, Miss Qiao’s fans are all standing up for her. What do you think about this?"
"Mr. Yin, Miss Qiao’s fans are calling for you to be together with her. What are your plans?"
"Mr. Yin, would you discuss why you decided to give up on Miss Qiao and suddenly choose to be with Miss Lin?"
"..."
The reporters interviewed Yin Moran excitedly, as if energized.
Yin Moran’s expression darkened, his gaze swept around, and his chilly aura was intimidating.
The reporters all knew that Yin Moran didn’t like to make public appearances, much less be interviewed.
Just as everyone thought he would, as usual, walk away, he spoke instead.
"I’d like everyone to recognize one fact, Xiya has never been my girlfriend. The reason I’ve looked after her is due to a request from an old friend."
With those words, he denied the rumors.
For the first ti, Yin Moran publicly disassociated himself from Xiya in front of everyone.
Xiya’s face changed color, and her hand unconsciously clenched into a fist.
She looked at him, noticing his gaze also falling on her.
"Ya, I hope you control your fan base well. The idol pays for the fans’ actions. If they do anything unacceptable again, even for the sake of an old friend, I will not show rcy."
His calm tone carried an innate deterrent force.
Xiya’s face went through a series of changes, feeling as if she’d been slapped in public.
For the first ti, Yin Moran didn’t give her face in front of everyone.
He was warning her that if her people touched Lin Qian, he would not turn a blind eye for the sake of her sister’s face!
After saying these words, Yin Moran no longer heeded the reporters’ questions but handed Xiya over to a bodyguard and Shen Bing, who hurried back.
"Take good care of your mistress, get her checked at the hospital."
Watching the man stride away, Xiya’s face changed and changed again, nearly bursting into a shout.
Shen Bing quickly grasped her tightly, helping her to put on a coat and sunglasses, and hurried her towards the hospital.
"Miss Qiao, don’t be impulsive. There are many reporters on the scene, maintain your image."
"Image? Do I still have any image now? Lin Qian has destroyed my image, everyone is laughing at !"
For the sake of Lin Qian, Yin Moran didn’t save her any face in front of the reporters.
All these years, the carefully managed image of being Yin Moran’s girlfriend had co crashing down.
She had been publicly humiliated!
Those won who had once been scornfully ridiculed by her, harboring inappropriate thoughts for Yin Moran, would certainly take this opportunity to mock her viciously!
Xiya’s face was distorted with rage, her eyes behind the sunglasses sparking with intense hatred.
Lin Qian, it was all because of her!
She wouldn’t let her remain smug for long!
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