Chapter 649: Hardened Fists

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

A young lady with delicate features, bright eyes, and white teeth came to the door shyly and timidly. If she was looking for Wen Yanqing…Lin Gantang realized that her fists had hardened.

“Who is this Yanqing?” The girl did not know Wen Yanqing. She said, “I’m looking for Sir Wen Rendong.”

Oh, she was looking for Wen Rendong; that was fine.

Lin Gantang’s fists unclenched. She seemed to recall that Wen Rendong had a thing for young girls. Could this innocent, delicate girl before her be another fish trapped in his pond?

However, compared to Liao Na, who slapped everyone she saw, she was much more human. At the very least, she could speak like a normal human being.

“Why are you looking for him?” Lin Gantang asked.

“He left his wallet in my mother’s shop yesterday. I found it and decided to return it to him; this is the address on his ID card.” The young girl pulled out a familiar-looking wallet and said, “I couldn’t find his contact information, so I waited here for someone to help me deliver it to him since no one answered when I rang the doorbell.”

She walked up to Lin Gantang and handed her Wen Rendong’s wallet. “If you’re a family member of his, do you think you could pass it to him? I haven’t touched the cash or bank cards within.”

Lin Gantang knew that she had misunderstood. The girl before her was not a fish in Wen Rendong’s pond. She glanced at Wen Rendong’s wallet. Rather than saying she was a fish, it would be more accurate to say that Wen Rendong was in the process of fishing.

“What’s your name?” she asked, accepting the wallet.

The girl’s smile bloomed like a flower. “You can me Xiao Ling.”

Lin Gantang nodded. “Next time you pick up a lost item, just hand it over to the police. If the item’s owner is nasty and accuses you of taking their money, you won’t be able to explain yourself.”

“What?! Alright, thank you for your reminder. I’ll be more careful in the future.” She knew the stranger in front of her was concerned, so she politely thanked Lin Gantang.

“Is there something you’d like?” Lin Gantang could not help but eye her skeptically. “Do you want beautiful bags, clothes, or jewelry? Are you hoping for a monthly allowance in the tens of thousands?”

Xiao Ling was stunned. “My family doesn’t have much money. How could I have, let alone ask, for tens of thousands in pocked money every month?”

“Your family may not be able to afford it,” Lin Gantang shook the wallet in her hand, “but that doesn’t mean no one else can. Some people might sell their youth and their bodies for a few trinkets or some petty cash, only to be abandoned when they’re no longer of any use. Such people inadvertently find that their dreams burn to ash.”

Xiao Ling looked at the wallet and then at Lin Gantang. She thought of the gentleman from last night and seemed to understand something. “I don’t think I will become that kind of person.”

As they were strangers, Lin Gantang said nothing more. After thanking her for returning the wallet, she entered the house.

Xiao Ling also left.

Lin Gantang entered the living room and asked Aunt Zhong whether she had seen Wen Rendong. She then discovered that Wen Rendong, who had gone out yesterday and said he would be back this morning, had not returned home yet.

Wen Rendong was not her biological father, so Lin Gantang had no reason to be overly concerned. She went upstairs to look for Wen Yanqing.

“Baby, I’m back.”

Wen Yanqing raised his head and smiled.

Lin Gantang gave him a peck on the cheek. As she did so, she noticed an exquisitely wrapped box on the table.

“What’s in the box?” she asked.

“It’s something for you,” Wen Yanqing said.

A gift? Lin Gantang opened it and was surprised to find a Siamese cat.

After opening the box, the cat remained still. Lin Gantang gently touched it with her hand and realized it was fake.

Lin Gantang’s eyes widened in surprise. The imitation cat before her looked too much like a real cat. With its soft fur, focused eyes, and agile posture, she thought that the Siamese cat that the cat thief killed had come back to life.

“Does it look good? “Wen Yanqing asked.

“It looks so good. It looks like it’s real.” Lin Gantang stroked the cat, a deep sense of familiarity washing over her..