After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage-Chapter 1020 - : A Heartache During the New Year

Chapter 1020: Chapter 1020: A Heartache During the New Year

On the second day of the new year, Lin Gantang finally got his wish to take a family photo—a group portrait with Mr. Lin and the rest.

Lin Gantang was both amused and angry.

How could Wen Yanqing not understand her intentions? He was doing it on purpose.

Especially after Mr. Lin found out, he cheekily sent the photo to Wen Rendong with a “humble” request for advice, “Dear in-law, I feel like my expression in the photo is a bit serious. What do you think?”

Mr. Wen clenched his fists.

Mr. Wen swallowed his bitterness on the spot: “My living room is also missing a family portrait.”

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“What, didn’t Yanqing go back for the New Year’s? Didn’t you take a family photo?” Mr. Lin asked with exaggerated surprise.

He timely sent e-books such as “How to Be a Father—The Father-Son Relationship That Influences a Lifetime” and “Intimate Relationships—The Parent-Child Edition.”

Wen Rendong: My heart aches during the festivities. If you weren’t my in-law, could I tolerate you?

Lin Mingzhuo: No fear here, my son-in-law is with me.

Wen Rendong vehemently rejected a date and through gritted teeth, downloaded the e-books sent by Lin Mingzhuo.

He said that with the Lin family’s relations being so good, Lin Mingzhuo must be hiding some secret technique.

Look.

Lin Gantang noticed that throughout the entire Spring Festival holiday, Wen Rendong had been clandestinely studying something on his phone. Whenever she and Yanqing got close, he would immediately stop and pretend to be casually refreshing the news.

Thus, Lin Gantang became even more curious.

Wen Yanqing, on the other hand, was quite calm: “If he dares to read it at home, it probably isn’t anything shameful.”

Let him be.

In the blink of an eye, it was the seventh day of the new year, and Lin Gantang remembered that Ye Qiuqiu should have returned to H City by today.

During her lunch break, Lin Gantang tossed and turned, and Wen Yanqing asked as he sat up, “Can’t sleep?”

“I’m thinking about Qiuqiu,” Lin Gantang pursed her lips. “I haven’t seen her in a long time.”

“Then we should go see her,” Wen Yanqing said. “I’ll accompany you.”

“Really?” Lin Gantang was surprised.

Wen Yanqing smiled: “Haven’t you always wanted to see the snowscapes of H City?”

By the time they arrived in H City, it was already afternoon, and Lin Gantang rested for a while at the hotel.

On the way, Lin Gantang contacted Ye Qiuqiu, who was very happy and wanted to pick her up, but Lin Gantang said it wasn’t necessary.

She remembered the address and didn’t need Ye Qiuqiu to hustle back and forth with the child.

The driver stopped the car outside, and Lin Gantang got out and walked into the alley.

In the alley, old people sat chatting. Seeing a stranger’s face, they all stared at them together.

Lin Gantang stopped in front of a stainless steel security door where the tiles on the wall beside the main gate were newly affixed, while the walls on either side still bore the grey cement from when the building was constructed thirty years ago.

Ye Qiuqiu once complained to her that her in-laws had renovated the entrance before she and Haobo got married.

“To spruce up the facade,” Ye Qiuqiu had said. “What’s the use? The neighbors know what it’s been like inside for decades.”

Lin Gantang picked up her cell phone, ready to call Qiuqiu to come down and open the door.

Instead of a person coming down, voices came from inside the building.

Lin Gantang experienced firsthand just how poor the “soundproofing” was that Ye Qiuqiu spoke of—she could hear the argument upstairs loud and clear.

“It’s just pistachios. Why can’t they be eaten?”

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Lin Gantang recognized that this was Mrs. Chen’s voice.

“It’s not that they can’t be eaten, but they need to be crushed before giving them to Qianqian. She’s so little; eating a whole one can cause choking,” Ye Qiuqiu explained.

“Such a fuss. Ho did Haobo eat any less peanuts when he was little? Only you say it causes choking.”

“I said not to give her whole ones.”

“Mum is bad, not letting us eat. Come on, Qianqian, let’s ignore mum. Eat up, ah.”

Then came the sound of a plate crashing to the floor.

Ye Qiuqiu was extremely angry: “If you can’t even listen, then nobody should eat it! Do we have to wait for her to choke before you realize we can’t feed her like this?!”