Chapter 430: His Home Had Become Her Home
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Gu Zhichuan watched as she walked away, one step at a time. His clenched fists loosened and then clenched again.
He recalled the day he had walked away from her. Back then, Lin Gantang had watched as he left her behind. Was this the same feeling of loss he was being made to experience now?
She must have picked Wen Yanqing over him because he had showered her in everything he had not: gentility, concern, and unconditional favor.
Even if he had not understood these things in the past, he was sure he could learn to do better.
Gu Zhichuan lit a cigarette. He continued staring in the direction Lin Gantang had disappeared, a million thoughts crowding his mind. He allowed the scarlet flame at his fingertips to burn, cinders falling.
Lin Gantang texted Yin Zhen, telling her she was going home.
The hustle and bustle of the day continued into the night, with red lights, sparkling wine, and dazzling neon displays.
Lin Gantang stood at the crosswalk, taking in the sights, the hurry and fuss, the hypocritical smiles.
She had led a life in vain before, so how could she be content returning to it?
“Yanqing, are you here yet?” Lin Gantang called him.
She suddenly missed him.
“I’m almost there.”
Not long after, Wen Yanqing’s car stopped in front of her.
Lin Gantang opened the car door and got in.
“Did you have to wait very long?” Wen Yanqing turned to the side, helping her fasten her seatbelt.
“No, it hasn’t been for long.”
“I want to go home.” Lin Gantang reached out and hugged him.
“Shall we go back to your Dad’s place?” Wen Yanqing lowered his head and asked her.
Lin Gantang leaned against his shoulder and shook her head.
Since that was the case, they would return to Yuanshui River. In her heart, it seemed that his home had also become hers.
This realization made Wen Yanqing extremely happy. His eyes were filled with passion as he kissed her.
However, when he did so, he caught a faint trace of the smell of tobacco.
It immediately reminded him of someone he would rather not think about — Gu Zhichuan.
The glimmer in his eyes dimmed, darkening to match the starless night sky.
“Did Gu Zhichuan look for you?” he asked.
“How did you know?” Lin Gantang’s eyes widened in shock.
Wen Yanqing fastened his seatbelt and started the car.
The Maybach sprang into motion, heading towards home. Wen Yanqing’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, and the veins on his hand bulged.
After some time, he said, “Did he hug you?” he asked. Why else would she smell like him?
Lin Gantang looked at him strangely. “I’m not crazy. Why would I let him hug me?”
Wen Yanqing relaxed.
“What’s on your mind?” Lin Gantang sensed something amiss and turned to him fully, “I barely even talk to him when I see him; why would I let him hug me?”
Lin Gantang took a second to mull over her words. Wen Yanqing had always had a sore spot regarding Gu Zhichuan, probably because he saw him as a rival in love.
“Are you jealous?” She tugged at the corner of his shirt and smiled.
“No, I’m not.”
“Aww, I knew it! You are jealous.” Lin Gantang would have pecked him on the cheek if he hadn’t been driving.
When they arrived home, Wen Yanqing, who, despite saying he was not jealous, coaxed her into taking a shower to rid herself of the foul air that hung around her.
This was despite the smell of tobacco being almost non-existent by that point.
“You just came back. I’m taking a break.” Lin Gantang took off her heels, feeling drained.
‘While I like you in that dress, I doubt you’d find them more comfortable than your pajamas,” Wen Yanqing quipped dryly.
Lin Gantang hugged her tabby cat, stroking its fur.
Meanwhile, Wen Yanqing lay on the sofa, heaving a sigh of exhaustion.
“Why don’t you head to bed first?” Lin Gantang paused her ministrations of her tabby cat’s fur and leaned into Wen Yanqing, touching his forehead with
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