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Lin Gantang ignored her, as Ye Qiuqiu’s message came in.

“That hand! That chin! Lin Gantang, are you not up to it? Show me the face of the poop-picker!” Ye Qiuqiu exclaimed.

Lin Gantang responded with a smug expression, “Little Leopard Flower belongs to the poop-shovel officer, and the poop-shovel officer is mine. I won’t show you.”

Ye Qiuqiu sent a series of exclamation marks.

Lin Gantang was engrossed in her phone and accidentally bumped into someone.

Lin Gantang looked up in shock and saw Wen Yanqing standing in front of her. His obsidian-like eyes were filled with gentleness. “Be careful going downstairs. There are stairs.”

After saying that, his gaze briefly swept over her phone screen, and he chuckled softly.

Lin Gantang wasn’t sure what he found amusing, but she instinctively hid her phone behind her back.

In the living room, as soon as Mr. Lim saw Wen Yanqing, he couldn’t help but break into a paternal smile. Lin Zhaonan went to the kitchen to get a few cups of warm water.

As Lin Gantang listened to their conversation about the market and policies, she found it all a bit confusing.

Lin Gandang decided not to listen to them and came over to eat some mangoos.

Beside her, Wen Yanqing picked up mangosteen, cracked open its thick shell, peeled out the snow-white flesh, and then handed it to Lin Gantang.

In front of Mr. Lin and Lin Zhaonan, she did not hide anything and was open and aboveboard.

Lin Zhaonan observed the two of them thoughtfully.

It suddenly struck Lin Gantang that she hadn’t yet informed her family about her relationship with Wen Yanqing.

She sat up straight and hurried back to her room.

Wen Yanqing didn’t know what was happening to her. He looked at her for a while before looking away. He placed the mangosteen down and used a tissue to wipe his hands.

As darkness fell, Lin Zhaonan saw Wen Yanqing off.

As he got into his car, Wen Yanqing opened the window and looked up at the third floor. Lin Gantang, who hadn’t seen him off, stood on the balcony and waved at him.

Wen Yanqing smiled, his dimples showing.

Back inside the house, Jiang Tongtong called out to Lin Gantang. Seeing that Wen Yanqing had left, Lin Gantang went in.

“Tangtang, can you go shopping with me on Sunday?” Jiang Tongtong asked softly.

“I have plans this weekend,” Lin Gantang replied. Seeing Jiang Tongtong’s disappointed expression, she quickly added, “I have plans in the evening, but I’m free during the day. Do you want to go?”

“Yes, I don’t have to work on Sunday.” Jiang Tongtong said happily, “Then remember, okay?”

Jiang Tongtong went back to her room.

Meanwhile, Lin Gantang waited until she estimated that Wen Yanqing had arrived home before calling him.

“Should 1 tell my family about our relationship?” Lin Gantang asked over the phone.

Wen Yanqing’s hand, which was buttoning up his shirt, paused. A gentle and tender smile appeared on his face as he chuckled. “So, when you suddenly ran off in the living room just now, was it because you thought of this?”

“You have no idea how intense the gaze Lin Zhaonan gives us is. It’s kinda scary,” Lin Gantang said. “My dad likes you, so I think it’s better to just tell him.”

“I’m fine with whatever you decide. It’s up to you,” Wen Yanqing responded without pushing her. He was already lucky that she was willing to give him a chance, something he had never dared to hope for in the past.

Lin Gantang felt a bit embarrassed.

There was a sense of embarrassment in being watched as they fell in love.

Wen Yanqing chuckled. “Then let’s not say anything and let them figure it out on their own.”

Lin Gantang struggled for a moment.

Their relationship had just begun, but Wen Yanqing had already given so much. Although he said it was up to her, he would probably be disappointed, right?

Lin Gantang didn’t want to see him uncomfortable anymore. After all, she truly wanted to be with him.

“In that case, prepare some gifts. We’ll formally visit them another day,” Lin Gantang suggested.

Wen Yanqing didn’t expect Lin Gantang to make this decision.

He stopped buttoning his shirt, his throat tightened, the corners of his eyes reddened, and his voice became slightly hoarse, “Sure..”