After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage-Chapter 703 - : You Don’t Have to Worry About Me, Think More for Yourself

Chapter 703: Chapter 703: You Don’t Have to Worry About Me, Think More for Yourself

She stood in front of the desk, unable to calm her emotions for a long time.

Wen Yanqing had transferred property to her, and with the arrangements he mentioned yesterday, there was nothing Lin Gantang didn’t understand.

On the other side, Wen Yanqing heard a servant say Lin Gantang had returned, asked about it, and the servant mentioned seeing her entering the study.

He walked slowly towards the study, and as he did, he suddenly remembered the agreement sent by the lawyer, and his heart skipped a beat.

When he entered the study, he called out, “Tangtang, are you here?”

Lin Gantang didn’t respond; she stood there with a tense face, watching as Wen Yanqing paced over, reached the desk, and then began to feel for the documents.

Lin Gantang pushed the documents closer to Wen Yanqing’s hand.

Wen Yanqing suddenly touched the agreement and, sensing someone nearby, froze in an instant.

“Isn’t this what you’re looking for? Take it.” Lin Gantang asked, “What is this?”

Wen Yanqing took the agreement, uncertain if she had noticed, so he mentioned the document pressed beneath it: “An acquisition contract.”

“The transferor is you; who are you planning to have sign as the transferee?” Lin Gantang stared at him unwaveringly.

Wen Yanqing pursed his lips, aware that she had seen the item hidden inside.

“No response, feeling guilty?” Lin Gantang said, “You want to give me your property so you can leave with a clear conscience?”

Wen Yanqing heard her tone grow colder as she spoke and put down the agreement to hold her, “Tangtang.”

Lin Gantang withdrew her hand, “Everything I said yesterday was in vain.” “Tangtang,” Wen Yanqing explained, “I’ve wanted to give you this property for a while now, even if it weren’t for my current illness, and even if we went to register our marriage, I would still transfer it to you. It’s a pre-marital gift I want to give you, nothing more.”

But now, he had added much more to the transfer, this property… could make her life more comfortable.

Wen Yanqing looked dejected.

Lin Gantang took a deep breath to maintain her composure, not allowing her feelings of grievance to unsettle her heart, “Just tell me, what other arrangements like this have you planned? Bring them all out for me to see. You don’t need to prepare them secretly and carefully behind my back. Since I’m going to be angry anyway, I might as well get it all out at once.”

“Don’t be angry,” Wen Yanqing tentatively approached, carefully distinguishing her direction as he reached for her hand.

“How can I not be angry!” Lin Gantang shook him off, “In this relationship, I won’t allow either of us to back down! I worry about you, I can think on your behalf, but this one thing, I cannot agree to!”

Pain stimulated the nerves in his brain, dense and prickling like needles, Wen Yanqing bore it, his lips turning pale, “You don’t need to think for me, think more for yourself.”

“Fine, I’ll think for myself.” Lin Gantang’s tone was both cold and aggrieved, “I’ll accept your arrangements, I’ll go back and find Gu Zhichuan, are you satisfied with that!”

“You can’t find him, he’s not good to you,” Wen Yanqing’s eyes began to redden, his voice grew hoarse.

“Then who should I find?” Lin Gantang flared up at his still discussing so- called choices with her. Tears instantly welled in her eyes, the last of her composure shattered, “I’ll find Le Yu! Find Xu Bingxi! Find Yang Binye! The point is not to look for you, Wen Yanqing, right?!”

Lin Gantang’s emotions collapsed, tears streaming down as she violently threw the love letters in her hand at him.

The ninety-nine love letters she had once given him scattered in the air, fluttering, one by one, eventually settling on the floor.

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“I don’t need your arrangements, I’ll go back to my dad’s house, and we can both cool off.”

Lin Gantang brushed past him, tears streaking down her cheeks, dropping to the floor.