After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage - Chapter 729

Chapter 729: Chapter 729 Many First Times

Wen Yanqing was thankful that Gu Zhichuan didn’t cherish her, because that allowed him to have Lin Gantang all to himself, making many of her firsts belong to him.

The car slowly made its way back to the Wen family residence, where Wen Yanqing carefully placed the roses that Lin Gantang had picked into a vase in the room.

Aunt Zhong watched the pair return home in good spirits, holding the brilliantly blooming roses and interacting intimately. She finally breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that things were amicable between them now. Those few days, even as an outsider, she had felt uneasy.

“Sir, your medicine,” Aunt Zhong said as she set the medicine and warm water on the table. “You hadn’t been at the Lin family’s for long when a person named Wang Xianxiang came to look for you; having waited a while and learning that you weren’t here, he left.”

Wen Yanqing nodded to indicate that he understood.

Just as Aunt Zhong was about to leave, she saw Lin Gantang sitting in front of the dressing table removing her earrings and remembered something she had almost forgotten. She apologized, “Madam, earlier while cleaning, Vitamin E ran into the room and accidentally shattered your cream jar.”

Lin Gantang looked on the surface of the table and indeed didn’t see it.

Aunt Zhong felt ashamed, “It’s my fault for not keeping an eye on Vitamin E…”

“It’s alright, that bottle was almost empty anyway. Don’t worry about it, Aunt Zhong.”

Having pets meant one could not leave things carelessly about, or else they might get into trouble.

Without blaming Aunt Zhong, Lin Gantang let her off the hook, and Aunt Zhong’s heart was put at ease.

After she left the room and went back to the kitchen, she saw Xiao Han waiting anxiously and, pointing at her forehead, scolded, “Standing there now you’re nervous? What were you chasing the cat for? Thought you could slack off when your employers were not home? I think you don’t want your job anymore.”

“I’m sorry, Aunt Zhong,” Xiao Han said playfully tugging at Aunt Zhong’s work clothes.

“Alright, go back to work quickly. Sir and Madam didn’t pursue the matter because they’re kind-hearted, but you can’t be negligent anymore,” Aunt Zhong lectured. “Do you know how much that jar costs? Your salary this month wouldn’t even cover it!”

“I know, stop scolding me,” Xiao Han said, bowing her head.

If it hadn’t been for the fact that Xiao Han was the daughter of a friend of hers, and that she had just started working here not long ago, Aunt Zhong wouldn’t have bothered speaking up for her.

She said sternly, “This is the only time; if you make another mistake I won’t help you. I want to work for the Wen family for a few more years. If something like this happens again, you’ll need to apologize on your own!”

“Yes, I’ll get to it right away.”

Aunt Zhong watched her run off to grab her tools and start working, frustration furrowing her forehead deeply. How someone so careless got the job was beyond her.

In the room.

Lin Gantang watched as Wen Yanqing swallowed his medication one pill at a time and asked, “Your medication is almost finished, do you feel any better? Do your limbs often feel weak?”

“My limbs have been feeling alright these past two days, but my head still hurts,” Wen Yanqing did not hide the truth from her.

“So, the medication the doctor prescribed recently is working, right?” Lin Gantang said optimistically. “Once you finish your medication, I’ll accompany you to the follow-up appointment.”

Even if it couldn’t be cured, maintaining the current state was also good.

“Sure,” Wen Yanqing agreed. “Tomorrow I need to go to the company. Would you like to come with me?”

Lin Gantang, of course, said she would go. After confirming, she saw that it was getting late and prepared to take a bath and rest. Before entering the bathroom, she heard Wen Yanqing call a servant to go outside and fetch something.

When she came out, Wen Yanqing asked her to sit beside him.

Ready to sleep, Lin Gantang locked the door from the inside and said, “Hold on a moment, I’ll get my nightgown on.”

She was wrapped only in a towel, her washed hair still slightly damp, hanging over her shoulders, its black strands accentuating the ivory white of her delicate neck and shoulders under the light.

She picked out a silk nightgown and untied the towel.

The towel slid down her smooth body and fell to the floor..