After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

Gu Zhichuan had never given her anything. The only valuable jewelry he had prepared for her was the wedding ring.

At the North Mountain Villa.

Gu Zhichuan took out a pair of wedding rings. The diamonds on the lady’s ring reflected light beautifully.

That day, Lin Gantang left the church and he did not have time to put the ring on the bride.

Gu Zhichuan closed the jewelry box and locked it.

He lit a cigarette. He probably felt indignant, so he couldn’t forget.

For the next few days, Gu Zhichuan went to the Cat Bookstore. Sometimes, he would see Lin Gantang, and at other times, Lin Gantang was not around.

Gu Zhichuan had just left when Wen Yanqing came over from the office and recognized his car.

Wen Yanqing stood outside the door with his hands in his pockets as he stared in the direction Gu Zhichuan had left. The autumn wind blew his hair, revealing his dark eyes.

“Where are you?” he asked, taking out his phone.

Lin Gantang’s relaxed voice was heard. “I’m in the pet shop choosing toys for the cats. You got off so early from work today?”

“Yes.”

“Wait for me. 1’11 be back soon.”

Not long after, Lin Gantang returned with half a bag of things. When she saw Wen Yanqing standing outside the door, she ran over happily and held his hand. “Why are your hands so cold? What are you standing outside for? It’s so warm inside.”

Lin Gantang did not know that Gu Zhichuan had come that day, and Wen Yanqing did not mention it either.

“I’m not cold.” Wen Yanqing took the bag from her.

“Come in. I’ll leave with you after I’m done with Xiaoxi.”

In less than ten minutes, the two of them left the bookstore.

Lin Gantang sat in the car and suddenly remembered, “It’s my dad’s birthday in a few days. What should I prepare? He doesn’t lack ordinary things.”

“Are we having a birthday party?”

“My dad doesn’t like it. He said that a family meal is enough.” Lin Gantang turned to look at him and said, “You should come too. My dad will definitely be happy.”

“Alright.” Wen Yanqing smiled.

Lin Mingzhuo’s birthday happened to fall on a Sunday, three days later.

Lin Gantang directly asked Jiang Tongtong about the arrangements for that day. Jiang Tong Tong pursed her lips into a smile and said, somewhat embarrassed, that she was going to make a birthday cake for Mr. Lin.

The previous year, she and Zhaonan had carefully chosen a gift, but Mr. Lin had scolded them.

Mr. Lin didn’t want to do things like exchanging of gifts.

Lin Gantang expressed that she understood. She returned to the bookstore and flipped through cookery books.

Wen Yanqing had arrived especially early that day. Lin Gantang was a little surprised to see him. “Aren’t you busy today?”

Wen Yanqing glanced around the bookstore and acknowledged, “Work has been arranged. I have more time these two days.”

“Do you want to learn how to cook?” Wen Yanqing asked when he saw the book in her hand.

“I want to cook a meal for my dad, but I only know a little. Brewing soup is still alright,” Lin Gantang said honestly.

Wen Yanqing removed the book from her hand and placed it back in its original place. “I know how to.”

“Huh? What will you do with me?”

“I’ll make it for you. You don’t have to learn.” Wen Yanqing could not help but laugh. “Is it for Uncle’s birthday? I’ll do it with you.”

Lin Gantang’s eyes lit up.

He half-hugged Lin Gantang and ran his fingers through her thick hair, combing it gently. “Who has drunk the soup you made?”

“Gu…”

Wen Yanqing kissed the tip of Lin Gantang’s nose affectionately and rubbed his face against hers. He asked softly, “Whose name did you want to say just now?” “No… No one.” Lin Gantang blushed. “Someone will see us!”

“It’s good if they do.” His gaze met Gu Zhichuan’s, who was not far behind Lin Gantang. He looked straight at him and smiled. He lowered his head to kiss Lin Gantang’s lips..