Chapter 727 - 727 I’m Willing to Give Her to You

Seeing her husband, who was deeply and unfairly adored by her father and who seemed weak and helpless, Lin Gantang decided to make a brave sacrifice, “Dad, I love steamed fish the most—give it to me, give it to me. Auntie Zhang has stewed a nourishing chicken soup, which I think Yanqing should drink more of.”

Mr. Lin was in a good mood and easy to talk to, “Right, the chicken soup is good, Yanqing, you drink the soup first.”

Mr. Lin sat down, and Lin Gantang ladled a big spoonful of the “mold” into Mr. Lin’s bowl, “Dad, you’ve worked hard, you should eat more.”

Seeing his daughter giving him the first bite of fish, Mr. Lin felt a gratifying contentment in his old heart. Indeed, she had become sensible after getting married, his efforts in raising her had not been in vain.

The family was dining, and Mr. Lin didn’t bring up other matters at the table, instead pouring some wine and casually chatting with the family. Lin Gantang felt that her dad simply missed her and didn’t want to admit it, so he used dinner as a pretext to have her and Yanqing come home.

Lin Gantang made up her mind to visit home more often in the future, otherwise her poor old father would be too pitiful.

Then Mr. Lin noticed that his daughter was being more attentive and filial, serving him meat and vegetables. Almost half of a plate of fish was quietly transferred to his plate. Mr. Lin shook his head, “You child, this fish was steamed for Yanqing.” n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

After dinner, Lin Zhaonan went into the study, as he was truly busy. Jiang Tongtong went upstairs to prepare Little Yi’an’s bath.

Mr. Lin sat in the living room, wanting to send Lin Gantang away, “There are a lot of roses blooming in the garden, why don’t you go pick a few for fun?”

“Isn’t it better to appreciate them on the branch?” Lin Gantang didn’t move.

Ah, this child really knows how to fret, give her an inch, and she’ll take a mile, forbid her, and she’ll defy you.

Mr. Lin felt like erupting in a moment of frustration.

Wen Yanqing knew Mr. Lin had something to say to him. He smiled faintly, “Tangtang, why don’t you go and cut a few stalks? We can take them back and put them in a vase?”

Mr. Lin watched Lin Gantang obediently leave and didn’t know whether to be angry or amused.

He brewed a pot of tea, poured a cup and placed it in front of Wen Yanqing, and then poured himself a cup. Silence fell between them for a while.

“I already know about your situation,” Mr. Lin began, “when Gantang and you registered your marriage, she hid your injuries from me, didn’t tell me.”

Wen Yanqing looked down, his thumbs absent-mindedly touching the ring on his left hand, feeling nervous inside.

He remembered Gu Zhichuan’s words: with his current condition, how could the Lin family be willing to wed their beloved daughter to him?

So, did Mr. Lin have objections to him?

Mr. Lin said, “On the day you registered your marriage, Gu Zhichuan called me, wanting me to stop Gantang. He said he liked Gantang too and was willing to give his entire fortune as a bridal price, asking me to marry Gantang to him.”

Wen Yanqing’s grip tightened, “The bridal price that Gu Zhichuan can offer, I can offer as well.”

Even more.

The only thing he couldn’t compare to a Gu in was this flawed body of his.

“What Dad treasures is not the bridal price,” Mr. Lin said after a silence, “to be honest, at that time, I did advise Gantang to think carefully about the marriage.”

“She refused to leave,” Wen Yanqing said in a low voice.

“Yes, she was stubborn about choosing you, and I couldn’t stop her,” Mr. Lin shook his head and sighed lightly, “When you become a father, you’ll understand. I don’t think there’s any dad who would willingly marry his daughter off to someone whose health is unclear.”

A shadow fell over Wen Yanqing’s face, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I’m not telling you all this today because I want you out,” Mr. Lin said, “The red envelope I gave you today was from the heart. I don’t mean to break you two apart, but when Gantang came home crying after a quarrel with you that day, it stuck with me, and I wanted to talk to you about it.”

He looked at Wen Yanqing and asked, “You must also be afraid of burdening Gantang, which is why conflicts arise between you, right?”

Wen Yanqing pressed his lips together, and Mr. Lin knew he hadn’t guessed wrong, “But now that things have been settled, if you overthink it, you could harm her. Dad accepts you as you are now and is willing to entrust her to you..”