After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage-Chapter 882 - : Look at Other People’s Children!

Chapter 882: Chapter 882: Look at Other People’s Children!

The next day, evening.

Lin Gantang opened the suitcase and started folding Wen Yanqing’s clothes, placing them in one by one.

Just as she turned around to grab a tie, she saw Big Mi sneakily curling up inside the suitcase when she looked back.

Lin Gantang picked up Big Mi and turned back again, watching as Little Mimi tried to climb into the box. The kitten had short legs and struggled to get in.

Lin Gantang took a deep breath, these two little creatures were really enough to handle.

Once again, she resignedly grabbed the cats by their scruff and moved them aside.

The most behaved was Yin Zhen’s baby, who sat with paws together next to the suitcase, its deep blue eyes following Lin Gantang’s every move, utterly adorable.

“Keep messing around and I’ll lock you both in the cage,” Lin Gantang warned.

However, the warning was ineffective. While Lin Gantang was busy gathering toiletries, Big Mi and his underage “wife” managed to sneak into the suitcase once more.

Lin Gantang, holding a razor and wiping the water off her body, was speechless. She thought to herself, maybe she should just pack them up too.

Lin Gantang, with one hand per cat, expressionlessly stuffed them into the cage and locked the door.

The baby meowed softly, tilting its head and continuing to obediently accompany Lin Gantang as she packed.

Lin Gantang: Look at someone else’s child!

At that moment, Wen Yanqing came out wrapped in a bath towel and sat on the bed, water droplets sliding down his muscular chest and disappearing into the towel.

“Dry yourself off, you’re all wet,” Lin Gantang glanced at him and said while continuing to pack.

Wen Yanqing sat still: “I won’t dry off. I want to take a shower with you.”

“I’ve already showered, what’s there to wash?” Lin Gantang’s body wetness was his doing. Just now she had opened the door to get his items for the trip, and he had pulled her in.

“Don’t sit on the bed; you’ll get it wet. How are we going to sleep tonight?” she said.

Wen Yanqing looked up: “Fine, I’ll dry off.”

After saying that, he slowly stood up, his hand on the waistband of the towel, and then abruptly pulled it open.

“!!!” Lin Gantang quickly pulled it back and wrapped the lower half of his body: “What are you doing?”

Wen Yanqing looked perplexed: “I’m using the towel to dry off, isn’t that right?”

Lin Gantang went to the closet, took out pajamas, and pulled them over his head: “Wear this.”

Wen Yanqing let her manipulate him, the corners of his mouth turning up: “Why are you blushing, Tangtang? Not used to it? I’ll have to let you see me more often then, just like getting used to a bikini, you’ll soon get used to my…”

Lin Gantang promptly threw a towel over his head, cutting off his words, and began to rub his damp hair.

When she let go, his hair was mostly dry, standing messily on top of his head.

Seeing that he had quieted down, Lin Gantang draped the towel carelessly over her shoulder and continued to help him pack.

“What time is the flight tomorrow morning?” Lin Gantang asked.

“Six-thirty-five,” Wen Yanqing said.

“That early?” To get to the airport, including waiting time, they would have to wake up before dawn.

Wen Yanqing’s dark eyes watched her, following her movements: “The sooner I leave, the sooner I’ll come back.”

“Don’t rush. Four or five days is fine. Make sure you rest. What if you tire yourself out?” Lin Gantang finished packing, snapped the suitcase shut, and looked up to see him gazing intently at her.

Lin Gantang smiled: “What’s so interesting?”

He was staring so intently he didn’t even blink.

Wen Yanqing pressed his lips together, smiling faintly: “It’s my first business trip with someone helping me pack. I’m happy.”

Before, he traveled alone, leaving in solitude, returning by himself.

Lin Gantang pushed the suitcase to the side, came back, and bent down to kiss his lips gently, her eyes brimming like autumn waters, her lips tinged with a light smile: “Congratulations to Mr. Wen then. You have many more ‘firsts’ to come.”