Chapter 811: 811: What do I Compete With Him With?

Che Qin had arranged to meet in the business district near Lin Gantang’s living area. Lin Gantang didn’t need to drive; a leisurely walk and then across a pedestrian walkway, and he was there.

The two agreed to meet at a serene coffee shop.

“We just talked on the phone last night, I didn’t expect you to come back today,” Lin Gantang sat down across from Che Qin.

“I arrived this morning,” Che Qin said.

After ordering coffee, Che Qin didn’t drink but held the porcelain white cup in her hands, “Today… I went to find my dad.”

The Che family’s house had already been mortgaged, and Che Qin found her father living in a rental property.

“Is your father doing okay?” Lin Gantang asked.

“He’s lost a lot of weight,” Che Qin said, lowering her head in distress as she thought about the father-daughter meeting. “When my dad saw me, he was very cold to me, said very little. Do you think he hates me for leaving the Che family to go to H City?”

Without waiting for Lin Gantang to speak, she continued, “But what right does he have to hate me? It was him who was going to sell me off, a perfectly good home shattered because of his gambling addiction. If he had the resolve not to gamble, those with intentions wouldn’t have a way in.”

Lin Gantang asked, “Now that you’re back, are you prepared to make those who harmed your family face justice and take back what they took from you?”

Che Qin shook her head, downcast, “I don’t have that kind of power; I’m neither versed in business warfare nor good at playing mind games. What do I have to use to compete with them?”

Besides, competition requires capital, and her Che family had nothing left.

“Has your father given up as well?”

Che Qin remembered the image of her father in the rental house, staring blankly at the ceiling without blinking.

From the anger upon learning the truth, to boundless remorse, to powerless despair—all were apparent in Mr. Che.

“I don’t know if he will gamble again, but I gave him all my savings, leaving only enough for my living expenses,” Che Qin took a sip of the bitter coffee. “If he gambles it away, so be it; if he’s willing to live on it peacefully, then… I’ll work hard to earn money to support him.”

Che Qin had handed over the last of her money to her father, and her feelings towards him at that moment were immensely complicated.

“Where are you staying right now?”

“I’ve rented a place. I’ll start looking for a job tomorrow. Life has to go on,” Che Qin said, stirring her fingers. “I don’t have many friends; you’re the person who knows best what’s going on with me, so I’m really thankful you were willing to come out and chat with me.”

As for Le Yu, she truly didn’t want him to see her discomposed state and the shambles of her home.

Lin Gantang knew she was unsettled by her family’s upheaval and thus he accompanied her patiently.

As the afternoon light faded, Che Qin said she had to leave, and Lin Gantang also got up to go.

At that moment, Wen Yanqing was sitting in his car, holding a medical report.

For the first time, he smiled at the report.

All the results were good, and in the days after his vision recovery, he had been anxiously but carefully monitoring for any recurrence of his condition. Now, the doctor had given a clear diagnosis, and he could finally put his mind at ease.

As he neared the last stoplight before getting home, Wen Yanqing put away his report, his gaze naturally falling outside the car window.

Suddenly, he noticed Lin Gantang standing in front of the crosswalk.

“Stop,” Wen Yanqing said.

The driver braked as instructed, and seeing Wen Yanqing open the car door, the driver jumped, remembering his boss’s vision issues. He didn’t dare let him walk around alone outside, so he quickly locked the car, planning to follow him.

Wen Yanqing was already heading towards Lin Gantang.

But at that moment, Wen Yanqing saw a sedan careen out of control towards Lin Gantang’s direction.

Wen Yanqing’s heart almost stopped beating, his face drained of color, as he rushed forward, pulling Lin Gantang, who was just a few steps away, forcefully backward!