亚洲自偷自拍另类小说

“Mud cannot reach the clouds in the sky, I returned to my birth father’s home, hoping to stand in a place where I could touch her.”

At that time, Lin Gantang was casting aside all to chase after Gu Zhichuan.

“xx year xx month xx day, Gu Zhichuan did not warm her, I was insanely jealous of the love she had for others, I wanted to treat her well, but I had no right.”

He waited from a distance, gentle and restrained.

The diary flipped to last year, where he wrote:

“I want to leave this place, not because I am betraying this affection, but because I want to leave the restaurant I often go to, the seat I often sit in, no longer disturbing the person I often miss.”

“She does not belong to me, I just wish she wouldn’t frown in annoyance at the sight of me.”

The diary abruptly ended, and he went abroad during her wedding, locking his love inside a safe, leaving it in this familiar city.

Lin Gantang’s eyes were already red.

Wen Yanqing liked her, there was no love at first sight plot, no romantic encounter, just like many people, it started with mere attention, and through repeated encounters, he gradually took her to heart, slowly morphed into longing, and then fell step by step into love.

He had seen her at her best, and her at her most disheveled, delighted in her smiles, and ached for her indifference.

His personality made his love stubborn, deeper, even without a response, he still refused to let go.

Lin Gantang restored everything to its original place, locking the safe once more.

He carefully cherished everything about her.

She seemed to see Wen Yanqing slowly falling in love with her, but this affection had not received a response in the past life, so it became his ordeal.

This time, like him, she was slowly moved by him, got to know him, liked him, was willing to return deep affection, hoping to spend each day with him.

But he told her he was afraid he had no future.

With such love for him, how agonizing and painful must the decision he made to arrange for her well-being be?

Lin Gantang held the love letters she wrote, only wanting to go back and give him a kiss, a hug.

The car returned to the Wen family home.

The building was exceptionally quiet.

Lin Gantang saw Wen Yanqing sitting alone in the living room, with the servants standing at a distance, bowing their heads slightly without a sound.

Upon her return, Wen Rendong looked up deeply at her, but in the end, without saying a word, he lit a cigar.

The living room was filled with the smell of tobacco, and Lin Gantang saw that the ashtray was nearly full; Wen Rendong’s look at her was also a bit complicated.

Lin Gantang didn’t know what had happened during the time she was away, and thought about asking Wen Yanqing, so she called out simply, “Uncle Wen.”

Wen Rendong nodded.

She went upstairs, but did not find Wen Yanqing in his room; she went to the balcony where he recently liked to stay, and didn’t see anyone there either.

She thought he might be in the study, because sometimes he would listen to meeting content in the quiet study, to understand the issues within the company.

Lin Gantang entered the study, didn’t see Wen Yanqing, the wind blew into the open window, lifting the curtains, the breeze tumbling the papers on the desk.

Lin Gantang, fearing that important documents would be blown into disarray, stepped forward to weigh them down.

She stood at the desk and held them down, casually stacking several askew documents neatly, and noticed one in the middle was put upside down, so she pulled it out intending to place it properly.

Upon flipping it over, the words “Property Transfer Agreement” glaringly struck her eyes, Lin Gantang’s gaze darkened, and she read the terms of the agreement, and his signature.

Transferor: Wen Yanqing.

Like being hit by a boulder in the chest, Lin Gantang closed her eyes and breathed deeply, but still couldn’t suppress the intense turmoil in her chest..