After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

“Don’t make fun of me. Who would be interested in someone whose standards are like mine?” Che Qin said unconfidently.

“I’m not joking. I think you should continue practicing,” Lin Gantang said with a smile. “Maybe one day you can hold your own art exhibition.”

Lin Gantang really liked the sunflowers and wanted to buy them, but Che Qin didn’t want her to pay and gave it to her.

Lin Gantang declined her offer. “Painting is expensive. If you really want to go down this path, you’ll have plenty of ways to spend in the future.”

Lin Gantang didn’t take her painting for nothing. “Besides, I didn’t purposely give you more. I’ll pay according to the market price. Don’t belittle yourself. Perhaps your talent is here?”

Talent?

Che Qin was stunned.

She had been following the path set by her father, including painting.

“I don’t know.” Che Qin said dejectedly, “Painting costs a lot of money. I don’t have a source of income. I can’t keep going. My dad, he…is more realistic. He’s more inclined to let me get married than to let me waste my time on painting to make my own achievements.”

“I understand. If you really want to continue, you can find a local gallery to collaborate with and let them buy your work at an appropriate price. Of course that’s still a long way off,” Lin Gantang comforted her. “Think about it carefully. This is your life.”

Che Qin was touched.

It was still early when Lin Gantang returned home from Che Qin’s place.

When she entered the house, she saw Mr. Lin worrying about the rose plants in the small garden.

The roses in the small garden had been planted many years ago, and the gardener took great care of them. Every year, the flowers bloomed brilliantly. At this time, the branches and leaves were a little withered, but they were still in good condition.

So what was her father worried about?

Mr. Lin saw Lin Gantang and immediately waved at her. “Look, these rose branches are full of thorns. Why don’t we replace them all? What if the baby comes to the garden to play in the future and gets pricked?”

Lin Gantang was at a loss for words. “You can even choke when you eat. So the baby doesn’t need to eat in the future?”

“Hey, what kind of analogy is that? You don’t care because it’s not your baby. I wasted my time asking you.” Mr. Lin muttered, “With your bad temper, don’t even think about raising a child in the future. I’ll ask Yanqing to worry more.”

Lin Gantang was dumbfounded. You’re thinking too far ahead.

Lin Gantang was helpless. “It’s not that I don’t want you to replace them. I just want to say that a child won’t come close to a thorn after it’s been pricked once, since it knows it’s dangerous. If you’re really worried, then plant something else. If you want to change the things in your own house, then why hesitate?” “Didn’t you see that Yanqing was quite happy picking flowers for you? If we replace it, there won’t be any roses for him to pick,” Mr. Lin nagged.

Good heavens, so Wen Yanqing’s status not only surpassed hers and Lin Zhaonan’s, but could also be compared to the eldest grandson that Mr. Lin yearned for day and night?

Amazing.

“You can just give him a rose manor,” Lin Gantang complained.

She entered the house and put the painting down. She poured herself a glass of water and saw that Mr. Lin had followed her in and was looking at the sunflower painting.

“Whose work? It’s quite nice.”

“A friend. I think it looks pretty good too. I’m going to hang it in my room,” Lin Gantang said.

Mr. Lin sat on the sofa with Sweet Wine in his arms. “The New Year’s goods at home are not ready yet. When you have time, buy everything. I’ve asked Auntie Zhang, Butler Lu, and the servants to go back for the New Year.”

Mr. Lin rubbed his hands after he finished speaking. His eyes were filled with excitement and he was in high spirits. “Let me handle the reunion dinner on New Year’s Eve this year. I’ll show you guys what I’m capable of!”

Lin Gantang paused for a moment, then silently took out her phone to contact Wen Yanqing.

“Brother, where are we going to eat on New Year’s Eve? My dad doesn’t want me to live past this year..”