Chapter 967: 967: What's Going On With Your Increasingly Bright Eyes?

Over the years, Lin Gantang had witnessed numerous power struggles within wealthy families, and Grandpa Yin was definitely one of the most ruthless she had ever seen.

Now, his grandson had met with trouble, his great-grandson was diagnosed with a genetic disease, and on top of failing to reach Yin Zhen, Grandpa Yin’s spirits had collapsed. He was hospitalized with tubes inserted, likely unable to leave for a while.

After chatting with Yin Zhen, Lin Gantang carefully stored away all the tokens of affection she had sent.

Big Mi and Meow Million each claimed a box as their territory. Lin Gantang, with a bit of a wicked sense of humor, covered them both up and laughed heartily as the two cats came out looking utterly baffled.

Big Mi moved from one box to another and stepped on Meow Million in the process, pushing his wife aside, which infuriated her and made her lash out with her “cat punches.”

Lin Gantang picked up the famous painting to steer clear of the battleground and took out some snacks, sitting at a safe distance to avoid getting caught in the fray, ready to watch the cat drama unfold.

A ripping sound was heard, and both cats turned their heads to look at the snack bag she had just opened in her hand.

Lin Gantang: “? You’re stopping the fight just like that? I had my spectating pose all ready.”

In the afternoon, at the appointed time, the Lin family’s driver arrived with Jiang Tongtong to join Lin Gantang for a shopping trip.

Jiang Tongtong had been home for a while and wanted to stroll through the mall.

Lin Gantang picked up Little Yi’an, who’had grown heavier again.

“Xiao An, you can’t squirm around, your auntie has a little baby in her belly,” Jiang Tongtong reminded Lin Yi’an gently and softly.

Often returning to the Lin family, Little Yi’an had grown quite fond of his aunt who always brought him tasty treats and fun toys. He was not shy around her at all and was very willing to be held by her.

“Such a good boy,” said Lin Gantang. She hadn’t held him for long before the child started to move around without restraint, and she was also worried that Yi’an, in his excitement, might kick her stomach.

Jiang Tongtong took Little Yi’an back and said, “I didn’t intend to bring him out, but he threw a fit when he saw me leaving.”

“It’s good to take him out for a walk.” Since he was her own family, Lin Gantang had no reason to be averse to him. She reached out to tease Lin Yi’an, “Stay with your auntie, and she will buy you some snacks.”

Little Yi’an grinned, revealing a few small white teeth.

Upon arriving at the mall, the two made their way to the baby products floor.

Lin Gantang asked, “What are you looking to buy, sister-in-law? It must be quite draining to look after Yi’an at home, wouldn’t it be better to have someone deliver what you need directly to your house?”

“There’s nothing specific I want to buy; I’m just bored and wanted to look around,” Jiang Tongtong replied.

Lin Gantang: Got it. So, you mean we’ll end up buying a lot of things by accident.

Cradling Lin Yi’an with both arms, Jiang Tongtong led Lin Gantang to the baby products section, “Did you get the diapers? You need the newborn size.”

It wasn’t just baby products—Lin Gantang was dragged all over by her and ended up picking a bunch of postpartum items as well.

After looking around, Lin Gantang noticed children’s clothes hanging not too far away and went over to take a look.

“These are so beautiful, such adorable little clothes,” Lin Gantang could not let go.

“This size would fit Xiao An; your baby won’t be able to wear them yet.” Jiang Tongtong leaned in, “Ah, little girls’ clothes are so pretty, why does Xiao An have to be a boy.”

“What size is Xiao An wearing now?” Lin Gantang asked, holding up a down jacket to Lin Yi’an’s body for size.

Jiang Tongtong kept looking, quietly looking, and then as if discovering a new world, exclaimed, “Xiao An might look really good in girls’ clothes?”

Lin Gantang: “?” What’s with that increasingly bright glint in your eye?

“No, I bought these for Qianqian; she is two months younger than Xiao An.” So she was using Little Yi’an to compare the length of the clothes.

However, Jiang Tongtong wasn’t listening to explanations; her claw stretched out, grabbing a little skirt from nearby.

Lin Gantang: …

Yi’an, your auntie feels like she’s betraying you.