After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage-Chapter 1018 - : Sour

Chapter 1018: Chapter 1018: Sour

After the onset of winter, the days seemed to fly by, Lin Gantang wrapping herself in a coat as she flipped through the calendar, and before she knew it, the New Year was almost upon them.

This year, she and Yanqing would be celebrating the New Year at the Wen family’s home.

In their chat, Ye Qiuqiu teased Lin Gantang’s husband, saying the mighty CEO actually resembled a hard-working employee, busy until the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Lin Gantang: [Does a working peon earn as much as my husband?]

Lin Gantang’s retort was a direct hit, and Ye Qiuqiu clutched at her heart in pain.

Too real, way too real.

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[This year we’re returning to my parent’s house for the New Year.] Ye Qiuqiu sent a message: [It’s been many years since I last spent it with my parents.]

Ye Qiuqiu: [It’s better for you, living close to home, always able to visit your dad.]

Lin Gantang: [Regretting it?]

Ye Qiuqiu: [What?]

Lin Gantang: [Regretting you married far away?]

The other side was typing for a long time, finally Ye Qiuqiu responded: [Not really, just feeling a bit sentimental.]

Ye Qiuqiu: [Ah, time’s up, I need to go check my ticket.]

Ye Qiuqiu quickly ended the chat and Lin Gantang put down her phone.

Aunt Zhong, accompanied by a servant, carried the couple’s belongings into the Wen residence.

As Lin Gantang exited the car, she was surprised to find Wen Rendong at the doorstep: “Dad, why don’t you go inside? It’s snowing.”

“I just got out of the car too. Aunt Zhong told me you had arrived.” Wen Rendong brushed off the light snow from his shoulders: “The wind is strong today, hurry inside. Yanqing, hold onto Tangtang tightly, don’t let the wind blow her away.”

Lin Gantang: …It’s not really that bad.

Since the two had returned, Wen Rendong hadn’t stopped smiling.

The New Year preparations at the Wen family were always handled by the servants, which didn’t surprise Lin Gantang. Wen Yanqing expressed a preference for the Lin family’s New Year atmosphere, saying here it felt like completing a mission, possessing items but lacking warmth.

Lin Gantang cut out a paper window decoration and held it up against the bright window to carefully inspect: “What’s lacking, we can always add.”

Wen Rendong seemingly didn’t know what New Year spirit meant, in fact, he probably hadn’t experienced a lively New Year celebration in many years.

So, when the thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month arrived, watching his son step on a ladder to personally hang the spring couplets, and his daughter-in-law wearing a festive red scarf looking up, the jubilant atmosphere made him watch quietly for a long time.

The villa inside and out was newly decorated with many Chinese New Year items, the Chinese knots were bright and exquisite, the window decorations and the word “Fortune” emitted an aura uniquely belonging to spring. Looking closely, even the candies on the coffee table seemed to have absorbed some of the New Year’s festivity.

Even the cat passing by had a brand new auspicious red collar.

The villa seemed to have transformed overnight.

Wen Rendong realized belatedly, this seemed like… what a home should look like.

Since the son and daughter-in-law had finally agreed to come back and stay, Wen Rendong tactfully avoided saying things that his son didn’t like to hear, keeping the joyful atmosphere through the afternoon until Wen Yanqing stood up to head for the kitchen.

Wen Rendong subconsciously exclaimed: “With Aunt Zhong cooking the reunion dinner, a grown man…”

Wen Yanqing turned back, quietly watching him.

Wen Rendong swallowed the rest of his words.

Wen Rendong frowned belatedly, realizing he too was the head of the family, once a dominant figure in the business world. Yet, he was rendered speechless by just one look from his son.

He should have…

“Anything else?” Wen Yanqing asked, rolling up his sleeves with an indifferent tone.

“…No.”

Wen Rendong: Isn’t this what I’ve been wanting, for my son to cook a meal for me? Why am I stopping him?

This year, he finally didn’t need to envy Lin Mingzhuo.

The more he thought about it, the better Wen Rendong felt, even rolling up his sleeves as he walked towards the kitchen: “I’ve learned a few tricks from your father-in-law, with nothing else to do today, I’ll personally make a few dishes for you to try.”

“You learned from whom?” Wen Yanqing asked, turning back.

“Your father-in-law, Lin Mingzhuo.”

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Wen Yanqing blocked the kitchen door, his tone firm: “No need, stay away from the kitchen.”

Wen Rendong: You don’t use that tone when you talk to Lin Mingzhuo.

Sour.