After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

Chapter 822: She is my lover, my wife

Mr. Lin glared at her, “Day after day, not a single serious thing done, even getting married was done without consulting me first, absolutely infuriating.”

After thinking for a bit, Mr. Lin said, “Forget it, if there’s none, there’s none. Wen Yanqing is richer than you anyway, if anyone has to suffer a loss, it’s him. With that little money in your pocket compared to Wen Yanqing? But everyone can see the love you and Wen Yanqing have for each other, so I guess there’s no need for a prenup.”

“I’ve made money, okay? The return on the film and television investment I made earlier wasn’t low, and there’s still quite a few sums of money that are due to me,” Lin Gantang argued.

“Sure, you’re impressive,” Mr. Lin said in a patronizing tone before adding, “Finally, you’re going to have a wedding. At first, I thought you could make it for the auspicious dates in June, but you two just kept dragging your feet.”

“If you’re in such a hurry, why not move the wedding date up?” Lin Gantang said nonchalantly.

Mr. Lin flatly refused, “No, we’ll hold it on the date calculated by the master, no random changes allowed.”

The day after returning from the Lin family, the person Wen Yanqing had sent out brought back news that the person who had almost hit Lin Gantang had been found.

The car was official and legitimate, but the owner was driving under the influence of alcohol, which is why the vehicle swerved off the road and nearly caused a serious accident.

Wen Yanqing cautiously had someone investigate the driver again, thoroughly checking every detail, but no issues were found.

It was just an accident.

In the blink of an eye, the day to take the wedding photos arrived.

Wen Yanqing and Lin Gantang left C City and stayed in a hotel just outside the small town for one night, getting up early the next day to enter the town.

The small town was beautiful.

The winding green mountains were faintly visible, with a quiet stream flowing, shimmering like a long silver chain under the sunlight.

Wen Yanqing held Lin Gantang’s hand as they walked into Stone Slab Alley.

The neat rows of houses were lined up, the eaves upturned, and the old, mottled brick walls were interspersed with thin wild grass growing in the crevices.

Looking at the familiar scenery in front of him, Wen Yanqing realized the children with whom he had played in his younger years were no longer there, leaving only the elderly soaking up the sun beside the old houses.

Their footsteps touched the stone slabs, creating a gentle tapping sound. Lin Gantang looked around, feeling the peace and tranquility of the small town.

Wen Yanqing led her to the front of a house with white walls and black tiles, pulling out a key, “My mother and I used to rent this place. Later, we moved to C City, and after I returned to the Wen family, I bought it.”

Opening the door, the green stone tiles on the ground were immediately visible.

Wen Yanqing smiled, “The decoration inside is very simple. I arranged it the way it was back in the day, not sure if you’ll get used to it.”

Lin Gantang tilted her head, taking in her surroundings as she stepped over the threshold.

At that moment, a frail, uncertain voice came from nearby, “You are… Yanqing?”

Lin Gantang turned her head to see an old man with a face full of wrinkles.

He was using his cloudy eyes to inspect Wen Yanqing, wondering whether he had recognized the right person.

“It’s me, Grandpa Wang.” Seeing someone he once knew well, Wen Yanqing smiled.

Upon hearing this, Grandpa Wang’s face crinkled with joy, “I recognized you from your smile. Among the kids back then, you were the only one with dimples.”

Stooping with age, he slowly made his way forward, taking tiny steps.

He looked at Wen Yanqing, dressed in a suit, looking handsome and upright, and felt a bit nostalgic, “I haven’t seen you for many years and thought you might not come back. How have you been all these years out there?”

“Pretty good, Grandpa Wang. How have you been?” Wen Yanqing stepped forward to help him.

“Old now, Grandpa Wang can hardly walk anymore,” he replied, turning to look at Lin Gantang with a kindly smile, “Is this young lady with you?”

Wen Yanqing’s gaze softened, “Yes, she is my beloved, my wife.”