Chapter 897: 897: I Think It's Quite Urgent

Jiang Tongtong was kidnapped; the originally planned night cruise on Yuanshui River was canceled.

After dinner, Lin Gantang, holding their child, sat on the floor, feeling utterly miserable as Yi’an tugged at her hair.

The beautiful braids had become a bird’s nest, and Lin Gantang had given up struggling.

Just then, Wen Yanqing called in via video and burst into silent laughter when he saw her appearance.

“You’re laughing at me.” Lin Gantang wasn’t cheerful.

Wen Yanqing laughed even more merrily, “No, Tangtang is the prettiest.”

Lin Gantang: I don’t believe you.

After finishing his call with a close friend, Mr. Lin approached Lin Gantang and extended his hand, “Give it to me.”

Lin Gantang stood up the phone and handed Little Yi’an over.

Mr. Lin gave her a puzzled look, “Why are you giving me the child? I wanted the phone.”

“…” Lin Gantang reminded, “I’m on a video call.”

“Right, right, I wanted to chat with Yanqing.” Mr. Lin reached past Yi’an and took the phone.

Lin Gantang sighed in resignation.

Mr. Lin tapped her on the head, “Hand the child to Auntie Lan; Xiao An needs a bath.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Gantang immediately stood up energetically and carried the child upstairs.

Not knowing what Mr. Lin and Wen Yanqing were chatting about, Lin Gantang also went to take a shower, and when she came out wanting to listen in, Mr. Lin had already hung up and returned her the phone.

“Why’d you hang up?” Lin Gantang asked.

Mr. Lin nipped in the bud her intention to send another invitation, “Don’t disturb Yanqing; while they were chatting, Yi Qian contacted him. He’s probably still busy.”

It turned out the video call was something Wen Yanqing had squeezed in during his busy schedule, but Mr. Lin monopolized it. Lin Gantang pounded the table; she hadn’t even spoken two sentences with Yanqing yet.

Mr. Lin gave her a stern look, utterly self-assured, “What’s the problem? I haven’t spoken to Yanqing for three days, and he’s my son… son-in-law!”

Lin Gantang: “…I wouldn’t dare.”

When Lin Gantang went back to her room to rest, she sent a message to Wen Yanqing. She had intended to wait for Wen Yanqing to finish his work and then reply, but to her surprise, her phone vibrated just moments later.

Wen Yanqing wouldn’t make her wait.

After that, Lin Gantang didn’t send any more messages to avoid distracting him from his work.

She exited the chat interface and scrolled through Moments, only to see the photos Lin Zhaonan had posted.

The beautiful Yuanshui River reflected the colorful neon lights, with Lin Zhaonan intimately hugging Jiang Tongtong’s shoulders by the river bank.

Damn!

Lin Zhaonan, weren’t you busy?

Did you steal my idea of taking your sister-in-law for a night cruise on Yuanshui River and use it for your own date??

In the photo, Jiang Tongtong was smiling sweetly.

Fine then, for Tongtong’s sake, Lin Gantang gritted her teeth and liked the post.

By the time she went to bed, Jiang Tongtong hadn’t returned.

Forgetful couple, Lin Gantang shook her head and sighed, went to check on Little Yi’an in the baby room—Yi’an was sleeping soundly, smelling sweet, and so she went to rest in her room.

Early the next morning, Lin Gantang picked up her phone to check the time and found messages that Wen Yanqing had sent last night. He had sent a few and, seeing that she hadn’t replied, wished her goodnight.

Lin Gantang envisioned Wen Yanqing saying goodnight with eyes full of tenderness, and she couldn’t help but smile.

[Baby, good morning.]

[Work hard today as well, love you~]

A reply came back instantly:

[Good morning.]

Seeing that he had replied, Lin Gantang checked the time—it was only 7:29, so he probably hadn’t started working yet, right?

So she connected the video call.

Lin Gantang finally saw Wen Yanqing as she had hoped; with her room door closed, her dad definitely couldn’t snatch the call this time.

“You went to bed so late last night, and now you’re up so early.” Lin Gantang noticed he was already dressed in his suit, “Ah… Are you off to work?”

There was a hint of disappointment in her tone.

Wen Yanqing, perceiving it, gently said, “Not yet, there’s no rush.”

Yi Qian, who was holding documents and waiting: I feel it’s rather urgent.