After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage - C.522 - : Are You Tired of Carrying Me?

Chapter 522: Are You Tired of Carrying Me?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

After returning from the cocktail party, Lin Gantang felt a little tired. After showering, she lay on the bed and rolled around a few times. Seeing that Wen Yanqing had not returned to his room, she ran to the living room to look for him. It turned out that he was on the phone.

Lin Gantang walked to the balcony and stood to listen in but thought against it at the last second. It was probably about work, so she returned to the living room and sat down to wait for him.

She turned on her phone to play. Not long after, her eyelids became heavier and heavier. Lin Gantang decided to lie on the sofa. When Big Mi saw her, it jumped onto her and crawled to Lin Gantang’s side.

Lin Gantang stroked its soft, warm fur and hugged it to sleep.

The tabby cat moved comfortably and rested on Lin Gantang’s hand. It closed its eyes and lazily flicked its tail.

When Wen Yanqing came in after receiving two calls, he found a woman and a cat sleeping soundly on the sofa. Lin Gantang’s hand was on the tabby cat, and the tabby cat’s belly was undulating rhythmically.

“Get up.” Wen Yanqing hooked Big Mi’s chin.

The cat’s head swayed with his movements, waking Big Mi, whose eyes were closed.

“Sleep elsewhere.” Wen Yanqing retracted his hand.

Big Mi crawled out of Lin Gantang’s warm embrace and jumped onto the ground.

Wen Yanqing swiftly took its place, lifting Lin Gantang off the couch. Lin Gantang blinked her blurry eyes. When she registered who hugged her, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Are you done?”

“Okay, I’ll go back to my room to sleep. I’m feeling tired.”

“I can walk myself,” said Lin Gantang, despite leaning against him sleepily.

“You don’t like me carrying you?” Wen Yanqing looked down at her.

“I’m already awake. Why are you still carrying me?” Lin Gantang asked seriously.

“Am I disturbing you?” asked Wen Yanqing.

“A normal person would wake up after being carried, right? And I’m quite heavy. It must be tiring for you to carry me like this,” Lin Gantang quipped.

Wen Yanqing did not care. He held her in a bridal carry. “You should just pretend to be asleep next time.”

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Wen Yanqing kissed her, successfully stopping her from speaking.

The night quietly drew to a close.

The next day, they had breakfast together.

Wen Yanqing asked, “You said you were going to the bookstore for a live broadcast. I’ll send you there. I’ll pick you up tonight.”

“Sure,” Lin Gantang had just agreed when her phone on the dining table rang. A message had just arrived. She checked it and looked at Wen Yanqing before changing her mind. “Forget it. I’m still a little tired. I’ll rest at home today. I don’t feel like going.”

Wen Yanqing paused, his toast suspended in midair. He glanced at her phone without batting an eye. “Alright, then. Have a good rest. I’ll be back early tonight.”

“Alright,” Lin Gantang said happily. I’m free in the afternoon, so I’ll bake a small cake for you.”

“That’s wonderful. What will you be doing in the morning?” Wen Yanqing asked casually.

“Hmm… I’ll be sleeping.” Lin Gantang stopped. “Hey, didn’t you say you were going home to rest?”

Wen Yanqing quickly finished his meal and excused himself. Lin Gantang followed, smiling, kissing him goodbye.

When Wen Yanqing went downstairs, she turned around and returned to her room to change her clothes, something more suited for going out. After thinking about it, she felt that it was still early. She might as well go out at noon and have a meal outside. There was no need to bother Aunt Zhong.

Lin Gantang closed the closet and went to the kitchen. She hummed a song and took out the ingredients she would need to bake the cake.

Not long after, she vaguely heard the sound of the door opening. Leaning forward, she saw that Wen Yanqing had returned.

“Why are you back?” Lin Gantang asked curiously.

Wen Yanqing eyed the light-colored apron over her pajamas and the flour dusting her hands.

Wen Yanqing looked at her pajamas, the light-colored apron, and the flour in her hands. “Oh, I forgot to bring a few documents. I came back to collect them.”

Lin Gantang tilted her head and wondered if he had brought any documents home yesterday..

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