After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

Since he stopped obsessing, Wen Yanqing’s mindset became relaxed and peaceful, no longer suffering from emotional distress that would trigger his intense headaches as before.

“Do you like the Japanese restaurant Shi Jun recommended last time? He said there’s a decent Western restaurant this time, and I’ve asked Yi Qian to reserve us a seat.”

Wen Yanqing knew that if he asked Lin Gantang for her opinion, she would surely reject the idea out of concern for his health, but his condition today truly wasn’t as bad as she imagined.

What others could do with their wives, he could do too.

He took Lin Gantang by the hand, smiled at her gently, and Lin Gantang, with a soft heart, agreed.

The restaurant was not far away, and Wen Yanqing said he felt like walking, so they went downstairs together.

In the business district, tall buildings rose high, and the pedestrians were mostly white-collar workers in formal attire.

Lin Gantang affectionately hooked her arm through Wen Yanqing’s, talking to him about the decor in the villa, as Wen Yanqing lightly turned his head, listening intently with a gentle smile.

As they passed another building, Lin Gantang looked up and saw Gu Zhichuan walking by in the distance.

His face bore the usual indifferent expression as he strode along with documents in hand, flanked by two middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes.

Gu Zhichuan also saw Lin Gantang.

He looked at Lin Gantang’s smile, not yet faded, and the consistently tender gaze that Wen Yanqing always gave her, glanced at their intimate stance, and his eyes darkened a shade.

“Miss Lin, Mr. Wen,” Gu Zhichuan’s assistant, Feng Jin, greeted politely.

The two middle-aged men recognized Wen Yanqing and approached them with smiles for a warm exchange.

“Mr. Wen, what a coincidence. I am General Manager Deng from Kaiqian Company; I had the honor of meeting you previously,” the chubby Deng said, squinting in a grin.

Wen Yanqing nodded, “Nice to see you, General Manager Deng.”

The other one said, “I hear you and Miss Lin have registered your marriage. Congratulations, Mr. Wen; you and your wife are truly a perfect match.”

Wen Yanqing replied with a smile, “Thank you.”

Gu Zhichuan stood by, listening with an unexplainably irritated mood, feeling like smoking but holding back.

He gazed at Lin Gantang’s beautiful face and called out, “Gantang.”

Only then did Lin Gantang turn his way, her voice polite but distant, “Please call me Mrs. Wen.”

Gu Zhichuan halted.

The others there knew about the near-alliance between the Gu and Lin families, but in the end, it was Wen Yanqing who had married Lin Gantang.

The three of them stood together, and the atmosphere seemed to grow tense.

Fearing a tumultuous scene, General Manager Deng was the first to lighten the mood, “Mr. Wen, you and your wife out on a date? Then we shouldn’t disturb you and will be on our way, shall we?”

“We still have business to discuss, so we’ll take our leave. I hope we’ll have a chance to cooperate with Mr. Wen should we meet again in the future,” said the other one, laughing as he diffused the standoff between the three.

“Take care, gentlemen.” Wen Yanqing said with a smile.

Lin Gantang nodded farewell to them, then, with her arm still linked with Wen Yanqing’s, said, “Let’s go.”

As General Manager Deng and his companion proceeded, Gu Zhichuan said, “You go ahead, I will catch up soon, won’t be long.”

He stood alone by the road, colder than before, digging out a cigarette and lighting it in agitation.

He watched Lin Gantang’s retreating figure, silently smoking until she disappeared from view, then he finally withdrew his gaze.

If only Lin Gantang’s mother had not suddenly collapsed on the day of the marriage registration, Gu Zhichuan thought, perhaps he might have stopped Lin Gantang.

Now, he had no chance left at all..