Chapter 237 - 237: Probably... Getting Worse?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Fu Qin was enraged. She had never expected Lin Gantang to be such a shameless person. The key was that Lin Mingzhuo was blindly protecting her!

“I’m a guest invited by your Dad. Is this how you treat guests?” Fu Qin’s face flushed from anger.

“Dad, did you invite her?” Lin Gantang asked as she tugged at her father.

“She said she sprained her ankle and that it’s hard to walk on the snowy road. She came in to sit and wait for her ankle to stop hurting before leaving. You seem to be fine now?” Mr. Lin looked at Fu Qin.

Fu Qin’s expression froze. She moved her left foot and stuttered, “It… It hurt a little just now.”

“It was your right foot you sprained. You’re forgetting things so quickly?” Mr. Lin asked seriously. “This is an early symptom of Alzheimer’s disease.”

Fu Qin was stunned by his serious tone and forgot to get angry. “What kind of illness is Alzheimer’s disease?”

“It’s dementia. Don’t avoid medical treatment,” Mr. Lin said. “Hurry up and go to the hospital to have a look.”

Fu Qin’s shame and anger rushed to her head.

She had never lost face like this in all these years!

“Lin Mingzhuo! Go to hell!”

After saying that, she rushed out of the door and left angrily. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Why is she cursing people?” Mr. Lin asked unhappily.

“Emotional instability and personality changes are symptoms of Alzheimer’s disease,” Lin Gantang explained. “Probably… Her condition is worsening?”

Mr. Lin shook his head. “Why didn’t she stay at home since she was unwell? Why did she come out alone? Isn’t she afraid of freezing to death on the streets?”

“Did she come to look for you today?” Lin Gantang coughed lightly and asked.

“I bumped into her on the way back. She said that she sprained her ankle and I couldn’t reject her, so I let her in to have a seat. Your brother called and asked me for help. I was busy and didn’t come down to see her. I thought she had left.”

Mr. Lin then looked at Lin Gantang as if he had found help. “Come with me to the study. I don’t know much about computer settings. Your brother called me and said something about a hidden file. It’s so confusing. You came back just in time. Come quickly.”

Of course, he didn’t dare to ask anyone else for help with the company’s matters. Jiang Tongtong also wasn’t around. Now that he saw Lin Gantang, it was as if he had seen reinforcements; he immediately called her away.

Speaking of Lin Zhaonan, Mr. Lin, who was halfway there, suddenly sighed. “I didn’t expect that Fu Qin is actually having designs on my son? No wonder I kept bumping into her after the class reunion. So she was thinking of getting in touch with Zhaonan from my side? How shameless.”

“Exactly!”

“Why doesn’t she take a look at her own face? The powder on her face is like the white paint on the wall. How can she compare to Tongtong?”

“Exactly!”

“You really can’t judge a book by its cover.”

“Exactly!”

After Lin Gantang helped Mr. Lin settle his matters, she returned to her room to unpack her luggage.

That night, Lin Zhaonan picked Jiang Tongtong up. Jiang Tongtong had left her job, so Lin Zhaonan went over to help her move her things back from her workplace.

Lin Zhaonan casually placed the box in the living room and took off his coat. For some reason, he felt that there was something strange about the way his father was looking at him.

Lin Zhaonan wondered whether there was something on his face, or if he had done anything wrong.

Mr. Lin snorted. He was pretty good looking, but what was the use? He was just attracting flies.

A baffled Lin Zhaonan washed his hands and sat down in the dining room. Jiang Tongtong hesitated and said that she wanted to go back to her family’s residence the next day.

“You haven’t been with your parents for a long time. Go back and stay longer.” Mr. Lin said, “There’s no rush to come back. You don’t have to miss some people. He’s not worthy.”

Lin Gantang buried her head in her food, not daring to look up at her brother.

Lin Zhaonan thought to himself, “So can anyone tell me what happened to Dad?”