Chapter 829: 829: I Take Good Care of My Wife

After more than two hours of fun, Lin Gantang was ready to go home.

Seeing her about to leave, Le Yu quickly downed the remaining half bottle of beer and then stood up, “It’s dark already, you’re alone, let me take you home.”

“It’s fine, you keep having fun,” Lin Gantang said. “It’s only ten o’clock, I can get back by myself.”

Lin Gantang left the private room.

When she arrived outside the KTV, she realized it was raining.

The pitter-patter of rain must have been falling for quite some time; the ground was soaked, and water pooled on both sides of the street flowed to lower places.

Lin Gantang’s car was parked outside, she didn’t have an umbrella in her bag, and she hesitated under the eaves, wondering whether or not to make a dash for it.

After standing for a while, a black umbrella was held above her.

Lin Gantang turned her head and saw the person holding the umbrella was Gu Zhichuan.

Lin Gantang moved to the side.

Because of her instinctive retreat, Gu Zhichuan held the umbrella more tightly for a moment, then relaxed and asked, “Heading home? Shall I take you?”

“No need, I have my car.” Lin Gantang refused.

Gu Zhichuan was silent for a moment before saying, “It’s raining, let me take you to your car.”

Lin Gantang frowned at him.

Her all-encompassing aloofness left Gu Zhichuan feeling a mix of emotions.

Knowing she wouldn’t share an umbrella with him, he closed it, handed it forward, “It’s pouring, take this so you don’t catch a cold.”

Lin Gantang found it quite ironic; once she had stood in the rain outside the Jialin Villas, wanting to explain she hadn’t hurt Feng Yangyang, while he, in the warmth of the house, carefully looked after someone else, ignoring her completely.

Soaked through, she had waited until dawn, only to be met with his indifferent gaze when he left.

Today’s rain couldn’t compare to that night.

Lin Gantang held her purse over her head, stepped into the rain, and didn’t look back at him even once.

Gu Zhichuan slowly drew back his hand, his expression forlorn.

There were no dry towels in the car, so Lin Gantang used tissues to wipe off the rainwater and started the engine.

The elegantly designed Porsche merged into the traffic, disappearing at the corner on this rainy night.

Lin Gantang returned home, where warm yellow lights were on in the living room.

Wen Yanqing heard her and came out.

He was in his pajamas, apparently just out of the bath, his hair still damp.

“Did you get wet?” Wen Yanqing put the towel he was going to use for his hair on her head and wiped carefully, “Your clothes are wet through.”

“Just a bit, it’s no big deal, I’m going to take a shower and change anyway,” she replied.

Wen Yanqing bent down and kissed her, “Go ahead then.”

After showering, Lin Gantang saw that the kitchen light was on and walked over.

“What are you cooking?” she asked curiously.

“Coke ginger soup,” Wen Yanqing said as he poured it into a bowl to cool it down. “It’s a bit hot; I’ll let it cool off a bit.”

Before long, Lin Gantang cradled the bowl of ginger soup, just the right temperature, while Wen Yanqing watched her with a smile, “Drink it; I made it for you.”

Lin Gantang took a small sip; it was a tad spicy, but she tasted the sweetness in it, feeling sweet inside, yet she remarked, “It’s just a bit of rain in the summer, I’m not that cold, there’s no need to be so cautious.”

“I, of course, need to take care of my wife properly,” Wen Yanqing said and pecked her lips.

“Hey, be careful, don’t spill it.”

Lin Gantang carefully cradled her bowl, a sweet smile fixed on her face that she just couldn’t suppress.

It was getting late, and after finishing the ginger soup, Lin Gantang went to her room to get ready for bed.

She lay on the bed, handing Wen Yanqing the body lotion to help apply it to her back, while she lay on the pillow checking the unread messages on her phone.

[Have you arrived home?] Le Yu asked.

Lin Gantang: [Yes, I’m about to rest.]

The other party replied OK: [There’s a pool party next weekend, are you interested? I’ve realized your husband is quite the jealous type; you should ask him if he wants to accompany you.]