Chapter 694: Flamboyant President Wen

Lin Gantang only caught the tail end of the conversation and didn’t know exactly what the two were talking about, but it was clear that Gu Zhichuan came off worse. His face was a riot of colors as he left, not at all like someone who had gotten the upper hand.

However, Lin Gantang also confirmed something—Wen Yanqing really was hiding something from her.

Lin Gantang very much wanted to know, but she didn’t want to pressure Wen Yanqing into telling her; the doctor said his mood needed to remain calm, and Lin Gantang thought it better to find out gradually and in due course.

“Yanqing, it’s okay,” Lin Gantang stepped forward: “Shall we take a walk in the park? There’s a cat park nearby, we can stroll around together.”

Wen Yanqing nodded, carrying a cat cage in one hand and holding an umbrella for her with the other, walking slowly along the road.

The sound of cars speeding past occasionally reached their ears, but he wasn’t afraid at all, because Lin Gantang was linking arms with him and never let him step into danger.

“There are stairs under your feet, the cat park is just up ahead,” Lin Gantang reminded.

Wen Yanqing stepped up, walking steadily.

The sunshine was bright and beautiful.

The two sat down on a bench in the shade of the trees in the park, watching cats that lay on their sides in the sun, two lapping water from a dry fountain, and others wandering around at will.

This place was originally just an ordinary park, with a few cats at first. Later on, as more people came to feed them, stray cats gathered here knowing there was food, and as the number of cats increased, people gradually began to call it the cat park.

A few of the cats that had been adopted from Lin Gantang’s bookstore had come from here.

But not every cat in the park was friendly to humans; most watched from a distance—looking was fine, but they wouldn’t let you touch them easily.

The breeze of early summer gently blew, cooling and comfortable as it brushed against the skin.

Wen Yanqing spoke up, “Regarding what Gu Zhichuan said just now…”

“When you want to talk about it, then talk,” Lin Gantang removed a leaf fragment from his hair: “Just listen to what Gu Zhichuan says, don’t take it to heart. I always feel like he’s up to no good.”

Wen Yanqing said, “You don’t even know what he said, and yet you defend me like this.”

“Yes, because you are my boyfriend.”

Wen Yanqing raised a faint smile, but his heart felt unbearably tight.

More people gradually began to arrive at the park, all feeding the cats and then leaving; having eaten the food humans gave them, the cats also dispersed.

Ever since Lin Gantang heard Gu Zhichuan’s “haven’t told her yet,” she had been concerned about Wen Yanqing’s wellbeing. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

In the following days, she noticed that Wen Yanqing’s mood was more despondent than usual, so she often took him out for walks, basking in the warm sun, listening to the lively sounds of the world outside, which was much better than moping inside the house.

That day, Wen Yanqing said Shi Jun had come to look for him.

It had been quite some time since Qin Jiayao’s engagement party when Lin Gantang saw Shi Jun again.

He was back to his usual style, wearing a pale blue shirt, dress trousers, and leather shoes; the hair that had once been cut into a buzz cut had grown out, combed over in a neat, black side part, looking sharp and mature.

Lin Gantang didn’t see any sign of despondency or sadness in him and felt that this time he had truly moved on.

“You two talk, I’m going back to the room.” Lin Gantang placed a cup of warm water into Wen Yanqing’s hands and left the space for the two men.

Shi Jun’s expression became complicated as he saw Wen Yanqing sitting quietly on the leisure chair.

His face turned oddly as he glanced at Lin Gantang’s retreating figure, and then his gaze fell back onto his friend, his eyelids twitching violently.

It was bad enough that his hair was dyed, but what was with the garish, colorful, and eye-blinding floral shirt he was wearing?

His whole appearance was flashy and gaudy.

Where had his gentle, gentlemanly, mature, and steady friend gone?