After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

In the car, Lin Gantang looked at the cookies in her hand and sighed repeatedly.

“Yanqing, do you have any way to pull my dad out of the quagmire of his dark culinary creations?”

Wen Yanqing’s laughter didn’t stop, “We should respect his creativity.”

Lin Gantang looked at him somberly, “The cookies, will you eat them?”

“The doctor said I can’t eat fried stuff.”

That was clearly her babbling nonsense, wasn’t it? Lin Gantang felt gloomy.

“They should be tasty, weren’t the custard-filled buns last time quite delicious?” Wen Yanqing said more and more amusedly, “It’s uncle’s thoughtful gesture, don’t throw them away.”

Are you talking about the pitch-black mouse buns that spurted out filling like crap when bitten into last time? Lin Gantang went numb.

Back at the Wen family’s home, Lin Gantang, caring the property deed in hand, casually placed the cookies on the living room table and went to her room first to put away the important documents.

Wen Yanqing followed her leisurely and said, “Last time at Qinghe Manor, I mentioned buying you a set, and you said you liked a sea view apartment.”

“That’s right, but when an elder gives a gift, it’s impolite to refuse,” Lin Gantang recited playfully, clapping the deed in her hand, “Shall we go look at our new place tomorrow?”

“Sure, I’ll accompany you wherever you go.”

She had heard this phrase more than once, but each time Lin Gantang heard it again, she would be delighted, and she hugged Wen Yanqing, happily kissing him.

“Shall we take a bath first?” she said, pressing against his body and kissing his chin again.

Wen Yanqing responded, “Mhm.”

Lin Gantang held on to him, deliberately asking, “Do you need my help to wash, the kind with no dead angle, 360⁰?”

Wen Yanqing chuckled, “I can do it myself, your phone is ringing.”

It was Che Qin calling, and Lin Gantang answered.

Che Qin said that she already knew Fang Yanyue had given up the idea of marrying her, and her father was trying to make up for the company’s deficit.

“He can’t find me, so he can’t pin his hopes on me. My aunt saw him running all over to raise money and didn’t close her eyes in sleep, softened her heart and lent him money.” Che Qin’s voice held resentment, “But then he turned around and went straight to the gambling hall. Tangtang, I really think there’s no hope for my dad; even now, he still doesn’t know how to repent.”

Lin Gantang showed concern, “What are you planning to do now?”

“I’ve contacted my great-aunt already, and I’ll go to her place in a few days.”

“Are you going to work there?”

Che Qin pondered, “Right now, my savings can sustain me for a while, I’ll see when the time comes.”

“If you ever run into trouble, you can come to me.”

“Thank you, Tangtang.” Che Qin was grateful for Lin Gantang’s concern, but she knew in her heart that she should manage on her own as long as possible and not ask Lin Gantang for help lightly; relying on someone too often could wear out any relationship.

After talking about herself, Che Qin recalled something she had witnessed, “I ran off to City Z, guess who I saw?”

“Who?” Lin Gantang asked.

“Tan Huiya.”

“She’s in City Z?”

“Not anymore.” Che Qin said, “Her uncles are in the deep-sea shipping business, they have a business partner whose youngest son is intellectually disabled, and they wanted to find a normal wife for him to carry on the family line. Her uncle wanted the partnership but didn’t want to offer his own daughter, so when Tan Huiya returned, seeing she had no parents to rely on, they thought of holding on to her to get her married off.”

Lin Gantang was startled, “There’s such a thing?”

“Yeah, the whole of City Z knows about it. The family that wanted a daughter-in-law has already let the eldest son take over their assets, they purely wanted to find a baby-making machine for the younger son to see if they could have a normal child. When Tan Huiya found out, she fled overnight and is now hiding somewhere..”