After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

Chapter 112: He Was Not in a Hurry

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Wen Yanqing returned to the guest room in a sorry state and took another shower.

The cold water splashed on his body to calm his restlessness.

Lin Gantang would be the death of him.

He couldn’t rush.

Wen Yanqing reminded himself and forcefully wiped the water from his face.

Lin Gantang went to bed early and woke early. She washed up and changed her clothes at around seven o’clock. When she put on her necklace in front of the mirror, she noticed the bright red mark on her neck.

Lin Gantang quietly took off the necklace and changed into a turtleneck.

She knocked on the door of the neighboring room. Wen Yanqing had just washed his face and his forehead was wet.

“Good morning,” Lin Gantang smiled.

“Morning kiss?” Wen Yanqing looked at her.

Lin Gantang tilted her head as if asking him when he had started liking these ritualistic things. She then pecked him lightly and said, “Come downstairs for breakfast after you’re done.”

Wen Yanqing smiled softly and said okay. When he looked at her back, his gaze was like a river flowing silently in the dark, swallowing everything in its path.

The alcohol wasn’t the reason for Lin Gantang’s actions last night. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have kissed him this morning.

She accepted him taking a step closer.

Wen Yanqing watched her go downstairs.

He was not in a hurry.

She would get used to it. Sooner or later, she would willingly give everything to him.

Mr. Lin had accidentally gotten himself drunk the previous night and woke up a little later than usual.

Lin Gantang scooped a bowl of lean meat porridge for him and then filled Wen Yanqing’s bowl.

Mr. Lin asked why there was an extra portion of food, only to find out that Wen Yanqing had stayed the night.

“That’s good. You and Yanqing are going the same way; let him send you to the bookstore,” Mr. Lin said.

“The bookstore doesn’t open so early.” Lin Gantang peeled an egg.

“If I tell you to go, then go.” When Mr. Lin saw Wen Yanqing coming downstairs, he instantly stopped lecturing Lin Gantang and kindly invited Wen Yanqing over for breakfast.

“Good morning, Uncle,” Wen Yanqing said gently.

“Morning. Oh right, don’t forget what I said last night. Write down your date and time of birth for me,” Mr. Lin reminded.

Lin Gantang choked on her half-eaten egg.

Wen Yanqing considerately handed her a glass of milk.

Lin Gantang recovered and patted her chest. “Dad, weren’t you drunk last night?”

“I was, but I don’t forget things. What’s wrong? You’re dating and don’t plan to get married?” Mr. Lin had on a fierce expression.

Wen Yanqing said calmly, “Uncle, let nature take its course with regard to marriage. We’ll tell you when the time comes.”

“Alright then.” Mr. Lin was not disappointed. Young people enjoyed the pleasure and freedom of being in love. He understood.

Moreover, he was not in a hurry. He would be able to hold a grandchild next year. The one who should be anxious was Wen Rendong, not him.

After breakfast, Lin Zhaonan stopped Wen Yanqing and handed him a medium-sized package. “This is for you.”

Wen Yanqing took it.

“Open it when you get home.” Lin Zhaonan smiled.

It had rained for a long while the night before, and the ground was still damp. There seemed to be some movement in the grass not far off. Lin Gantang remembered the stray cats that had been chased away and went over to check.

Wen Yanqing went to the private garage to drive the car out.

Then, the person who said to let nature take its course with regard to marriage picked up a pen and wrote a string of words. He glanced at the approaching Lin Gantang, got out of the car, and walked to Butler Lu who had sent them off.

“Please pass it to Uncle,” he said.

“No problem, Mr. Wen.” Butler Lu took the note.

“Yanqing, are we leaving yet?” Lin Gantang asked from beside the car.

“Alright.” Wen Yanqing nodded slightly at Butler Lu and left.

Butler Lu watched the two of them leave before lowering his head to look at the note.

Hmm? Eight characters?