After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage-Chapter 820 - : Friend, I Don’t Quite Understand You

Chapter 820: Chapter 820: Friend, I Don’t Quite Understand You

Le Yu stepped halfway out and tripped on the stairs, nearly falling face-first into the dirt.

“Wen Wen Wen, Mr. Wen!”

Wen Yanqing replied indifferently, “Congratulations, you got it right.”

“No no no, Mr. Wen, listen to my explanation!” Le Yu’s scalp exploded, “I didn’t mean it like that!”

Wen Yanqing continued to smile, “Mm, I’m listening, so what did you mean?”

“Really, there was nothing! I just purely wanted to hang out with Gantang, and I was worried you wouldn’t let her go out because it’s all men here, so I planned to hide it from you,” Le Yu hastily explained.

Wen Yanqing said, “All men.”

The more he tried to explain, the worse it sounded, and Le Yu was on the verge of crying out.

What should he say? He felt like every time he opened his mouth, he dug himself into a hole, burying himself with his own hands.

Le Yu was on the brink of a breakdown, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to disturb you! Mr. Wen, I wish you a pleasant evening!”

The less he said, the fewer mistakes he’d make, so he quickly ran off!

When Lin Gantang finished her shower and came out, she casually asked a question.

Wen Yanqing was already leisurely leaning on the bed, flipping through papers in his hand, “He said he wanted to play, then hurried off the call, no idea why.”

How strange. Lin Gantang picked up her phone to ask, but Wen Yanqing called her, “Tangtang, come here and take a look, do you like these wedding chapels?”

Lin Gantang immediately put down her phone and sat beside him.

The wedding preparations were progressing smoothly.

After deciding on the wedding venue before they slept, Lin Gantang nestled against Wen Yanqing and fell asleep.

It wasn’t until the morning that Lin Gantang remembered she had forgotten to return Le Yu’s call the night before.

She called back, and after a moment, a cautious voice came from the other end, “Hello?”

“Yanqing mentioned you wanted to hang out last night?” Lin Gantang asked.

On the other end, there was a sigh of relief, “Oh, it’s you, Gantang.”

Lin Gantang felt he was a bit strange, “Who else did you want to hear?”

Le Yu still dared not speak much and asked cautiously, “Is your husband nearby? Are you on speaker? Are you?”

“?” Lin Gantang said, “Buddy, I don’t really get you anymore.”

Seems like he wasn’t, so Le Yu finally felt relieved, “I’m back in C City, just want to relax after finishing work, thought I’d get everyone together for a meetup, that’s all.”

Lin Gantang, seeing that there was no urgent matter and not worried anymore, replied, “I’m busy these days, I’ll have to go take wedding photos soon, can’t make time. How about I contact you later on?”

Le Yu said that was fine, and soon they ended the call.

Lin Gantang continued to be busy.

During the day, Lu Xiya came over to consult her about her wedding preferences and ideas for planning, and in the evening, Lin Gantang returned to the Lin family home with Wen Yanqing.

Mr. Lin was pruning his roses, and the kitten Orange was being naughty, chasing after the trimmed leaves and branches that fell to the ground, playfully batting them with little paws.

Upon seeing the couple, Mr. Lin handed the pruning shears to Uncle Rong, washed his hands, and came over cheerfully, “Yanqing is here? Dinner’s all ready, just waiting on you.”

“Dad, I’m right here, didn’t you see me? Didn’t even call for me,” Lin Gantang pouted.

“Saw you, saw you, and then?” Mr. Lin pondered for a moment, “Then do you want to hear me affectionately call you my girl? Sweetheart? My little cotton-padded jacket?”

Lin Gantang rubbed her arms feeling goosebumps, “Dad, just call me by my name, don’t put yourself through that.”

Wen Yanqing chuckled quietly on the side.

“Come on in.” Mr. Lin walked ahead with his hands behind his back, “You two are living back downtown, so close to home now. Come visit more often, your brother really misses you.”

Lin Gantang: …Can’t you just stop pretending? My brother, missing me?

Mr. Lin didn’t hear a reply, turned around, and immediately spotted their interlocked fingers, and with a snort, turned back around, no longer asking questions.

All the way home, hand in hand, not minding the heat.