Chapter 748: What’s it to him?

The next day, Lin Gantang rubbed her eyes awake and, not seeing Wen Yanqing by her side, slipped on a pair of shoes and left the room to look for him, only to find him on the terrace.

Wen Yanqing was on the phone, but when he heard Lin Gantang’s footsteps, he turned around and hung up.

“You’re up so early?” Lin Gantang stretched and yawned.

“Yeah, everything is ready at the villa, let’s go stay there for a while today.”

Lin Gantang immediately perked up at this, “Did you tell Dad?”

“I did. Dad said he will come to see us in a couple of days, and my brother and sister-in-law will come if they have time,” Wen Yanqing answered.

Lin Gantang: “…I mean your dad.”

“Heh, what’s it to him?”

The double standard was clear, and the conflict between father and son was still unresolved.

Lin Gantang thought about it; after marrying in, Mr. Wen Rendong was quite nice to her under the same roof, even indulging the cats she brought with her to frolic everywhere.

Lin Gantang still sent him a message to let him know.

“I want to take the cats with us, but I’m afraid they might run away when I’m not paying attention. The villa is large, and it wouldn’t be easy to find them,” Lin Gantang worried.

“I’ll ask Aunt Zhong to go to the villa, and have her pick out two reliable and diligent servants from the Wen family staff to go along,” Wen Yanqing had already planned it out.

Aunt Zhong, upon receiving the task, chose an old servant named Uncle Peng, who was in his fifties and taciturn, and a young girl named Rongrong.

When Xiaohan found out, she privately approached Aunt Zhong, hoping to get the opportunity, but Aunt Zhong, remembering how Xiaohan had chased after the cat and knocked over things in her employer’s house during work time, thought she wasn’t serious enough and refused.

The villa’s environment was tranquil and serene, very suitable for recuperation.

After Lin Gantang arrived, she went to check on the recently planted lotuses and water caltrops, as well as the Eryngium flowers of purplish-blue color transplanted in front of the main building; roses and peonies were also spreading their fragrance.

Lin Gantang plucked one and headed towards Wen Yanqing.

She hoped Wen Yanqing would recover soon and be able to see the flowers he liked.

Lin Gantang placed the dark red, almost purple flower in Wen Yanqing’s hand as he sat on a stone bench on the path, “For you.”

Wen Yanqing held the flower to his nose and took a light sniff, a tender, shallow smile spilling from the corner of his mouth, “Prince peony.”

Lin Gantang’s eyes smiled, and she leaned down to kiss his cheek.

The two settled down at the villa, and in their leisure time, they fished, listened to the rain, took walks hand in hand at dawn, and slept in each other’s arms at night, leading a very contented life.

Two days later, Yin Zhen called to say that the Ragdoll cat had been found, but its tailbone was broken, and it was in bad shape, so they had taken it to the pet hospital.

“Was it hurt outside, or…?”

“I don’t know, Yin He bit back saying that when he threw it out it was fine, it’s none of his business,” Yin Zhen said, “My mum plans to take the cat to live at Mount Qinghe for a while, which is not far from the villa. I’ll come find you then.”

Before Yin Zhen could come, Mr. Lin arrived first.

At this time, Wen Yanqing was fishing, surrounded by three cats—one black, one white, and one patterned—hovering around the bucket, with Big Mi stretching out a paw to hook a fish inside.

Mr. Lin found it amusing to watch and stepped forward, deliberately grabbed the largest fish from the bucket, and put it among the cats.

The fish flopped and flipped wildly, startling the three cats into jumping backward, and Mr. Lin laughed heartily.

“Dad,” Wen Yanqing called.

“Ah,” Mr. Lin chuckled even more joyfully.

Uncle Peng handed Mr. Lin a dry handkerchief, and he thanked him and took it to dry his hands, “Where’s Tangtang?”

“Making little cupcakes,” Wen Yanqing said with a light smile.

Seeing Wen Yanqing in good spirits, Mr. Lin felt relieved. He picked up a fishing rod next to him to bait, “Come on, let’s catch a big one. Tonight, Dad will cook you an extra special meal.”

Wen Yanqing stiffened, wondering if it was too late to make a retreat?