After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage-Chapter 756 - : Don’t Touch It, Little Girl
Chapter 756: Chapter 756: Don’t Touch It, Little Girl
Yin Zhen frowned, thought for a moment, and said, “If he insists, I won’t refuse, but it’s clear that going public with our relationship would not be beneficial for his career right now, so I would advise him to consider it carefully.”
“Once you advise him, Lin Fan will probably think you’re not keen, and he’ll definitely say it’s fine not to go public, and then Yin Zhen will most likely take it seriously.”
Lin Gantang shook her head helplessly, “Aside from a watch, I’ve never seen you wear any other jewelry on your wrist before. The Fortune-Turning Bead bracelet was a gift from him, wasn’t it?”
Yin Zhen played with the black cord and golden bead on his wrist, “After I gave him a birthday present, he gave me this bracelet in return.”
Lin Gantang reminded, “Haven’t you realized that you’re getting more and more jealous of him? He’s everywhere in your life now, Yin Zhen, just admit it.”
Yin Zhen’s hand, which was spinning the bead, paused, and then he chuckled and sighed.
At lunchtime, Jiang Chenying asked Yin Zhen to serve the food, and the three of them sat down at the dining table.
Jiang Chenying kept putting food on Lin Gantang’s plate, urging her to eat more. Lin Gantang, feeling like she hadn’t even digested breakfast, quickly protested, “Auntie Ying, I’m not hungry, I can’t eat too much.”
“Look at you, so thin. Have you reached a healthy weight? What’s your BMI? You’re not malnourished, are you? Listen to Auntie Ying, eat a bit more.” Jiang Chenying served her some meat.
Yin Zhen looked at the “malnourished” Lin Gantang, who had rosy cheeks, and burst out laughing.
“What are you laughing at?” Jiang Chenying, hearing the laughter, immediately chided her, “You work overtime every day at Yin Group and Qixing, your face has become as thin as a ghost’s, and you have the nerve to laugh at Gantang?”
Lin Gantang watched Yin Zhen getting teased and laughed heartily. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
Under the loving care of Jiang Chenying, Lin Gantang ate quite a bit. After lunch, Yin Zhen told her they should go for a walk to digest.
As Lin Gantang followed, she found herself being led to the car.
Lin Gantang slowly raised a metaphorical question mark, “Where are we going? Weren’t we supposed to take a walk?”
“Nothing much to do, so I thought I’d take you to see Si Tijin,” Yin Zhen said.
Lin Gantang got in the car, and before long, they arrived at their destination.
The iron gate slowly opened in front of them, and Yin Zhen drove in.
After parking the car, they walked towards the far end of the property.
Lin Gantang had been to this place during the New Year party, but she had never been to the farthest part.
“Tijin lives inside. It’s her private place, and she generally doesn’t allow people to enter.”
Lin Gantang asked, “Then isn’t it inappropriate for me to go in? After all, I haven’t made an appointment with her.”
“It’s fine, she knows you, and I mentioned it to her before coming here.”
They walked further in, and the scenery became increasingly serene, with exquisite pavilions and towers, tranquil and elegant pools, and water corridors – all showcasing the beauty of classical environments, as if they had traveled through time and space.
Passing through the gallery, they saw intricately carved walls on the gatehouse; turning past a screen, they came upon the main hall. Birds like thrushes and parrots perched on poles didn’t flee in fright at the sight of people; instead, they cocked their heads and observed the two visitors.
Lin Gantang and Yin Zhen entered the house, which was also decorated in an ancient and traditional style.
“Have a seat; Tijin will be here in a moment,” Yin Zhen said.
“Is she busy?”
“Who knows? I haven’t seen her at work, and I have no idea what she does all day,” Yin Zhen shrugged.
Lin Gantang sat down at the rosewood table, glanced to the left, and saw a book. Upon closer inspection, it was a novel titled “The Cold-Hearted CEO’s Imprisoned Wife.”
“Does Tijin also enjoy reading novels?”
Such a dated, over-the-top ‘domineering CEO and Mary Sue’ title was almost nonexistent in Bei Bei’s novel reading list she sent her.
Just as she was about to pick up the book for a closer look, a melodious and pleasant voice came through, “Don’t touch it, young lady.”
Si Tijin approached gracefully.
