Chapter 7
Wen Yanqing Loves Her
Butler Lu helped bring her luggage out of Mingqing Mansion and handed it to her.
“Miss, what are your plans?” Butler Lu said. “Why don’t you come back in two days? By then, Sir’s anger should have more or less subsided.”
Lin Gantang raised her head. In the dark night, the neon lights shone on her delicate face, making it seem as though there was a soft focus effect. “Not going back for the time being. It’s better like this; if I’ve been chased out of the house, Lin Mingqing and Lin Mingbai won’t keep harping on this.”
Butler Lu was surprised that she would say such a thing.
It had to be known that she had never understood how difficult it was for Mr. Lin to be in his position.
Although the company that Lin Mingzhuo had single-handedly established could not compare to the famous Shengfang Group, it was enough to make the other two families covet it and want to get some benefits.
“Tell my dad to smoke less. Secondhand smoke is not good for pregnant women.”
Lin Gantang took her luggage and left.
Butler Lu was left behind, stumped. Pregnant woman?
What pregnant woman?
!!!
Could it what he thought?
Butler Lu excitedly took out his phone and dialed Lin Zhaonan’s number. As soon as the call was connected, he eagerly asked, “Young Master, is Miss Jiang pregnant?”
“Who said that?” Lin Zhaonan queried.
“Miss! Miss said it just now!”
“You believe her words?” Lin Zhaonan pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on.
Then, he hung up the phone.
At night in C City, the lights shone brightly and the traffic was endless.
Gleaming shop windows, gorgeous billboards, and colorful neon lights; Lin Gantang walked on the vibrant commercial street, following the map navigation, and finally found a mobile phone business office.
It was a little late, and there were only a few people there.
A salesperson asked, “Miss, may I know what business you’re handling?”
“Printing communication records. Can you print out deleted numbers?” Lin Gantang asked.
“Sure, I’ll give you a detailed list. Please provide the phone service password?”
Lin Gantang shook her head. “I don’t remember.”
If she hadn’t forgotten, she could have checked on her phone and wouldn’t have had to walk all the way there.
“Then please provide your ID card.”
After a long time, Lin Gantang finally printed out the list.
She walked out of the business office.
The streets were still buzzing with noise and brightly lit, lengthening her shadow.
Lin Gantang scrolled down the list of numbers and finally stopped at one spot.
The call went through.
It rang for a long time, many times, but no one answered.
Lin Gantang bit her lip, lowered her eyes, and finally put down her phone.
She found a hotel to stay at. After taking a shower, she lay on the bed. Waves of exhaustion rolled over her, and she fell asleep with a frown.
She was too fatigued. In the blink of an eye, she had lived her entire life and returned to her previous life.
She dreamed of Wen Yanqing and of herself in a wedding dress.
A white dove flew by the church. Lin Gantang was wearing a white wedding dress. She looked at the man in a white shirt in front of her. “Wen Yanqing, how much more do you have to say? Say it all now. I’m getting married. Don’t come looking for me again.”
“Don’t marry him.” He used a pleading tone.
Lin Gantang looked at him, unmoved. “Why can’t I marry him? Then should I marry you? I don’t love you.”
Wen Yanqing begged her.
Wen Yanqing loved her deeply and bitterly.
But Lin Gantang still left.
He kept watching her walk towards another man.
What kind of gaze was that? It was filled with sorrow, pain, and despair. It was as if they had lost everything and the world had collapsed.
The ache in her heart seemed to weigh thousands of pounds. Lin Gantang suddenly woke up and panted a few times, her face covered in sweat.
Her phone suddenly rang.
Three words appeared on the screen: Wen Yanqing.