A Beloved Wife in Marriage

Chapter 164 - 164: Why Are You Using My Photo As Your Profile Picture?

Chapter 164: Why Are You Using My Photo As Your Profile Picture?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Lin Qingqian handed over her luggages and instantly felt more relaxed. “Auntie, you know how difficult it is to get flight tickets during the Spring Festival.”

As Lin Chaoyan led her home, she scolded, “If you know it’s difficult to obtain one, why didn’t you come back earlier?”

“I have to work, right?” Lin Qingqian whined from behind. “I can’t possibly leave a company behind and run back first, right?”

Lin Chaoyan exclaimed, “You’re the big boss now. Auntie can’t even say anything about you.”

Lin Qingqian:

Alright, the more she said, the more mistakes she would make. In this case, she might as well not say anything.

Although Lin Chaoyan scolded her, her heart still doted on her. She put down her luggage and asked her to wash her hands while she cooked.

At night, the two of them made a table full of dishes, and they were all Lin Qingqian’s favorites.

After dinner, Lin Qingqian wanted to help her wash the dishes but Lin Chaoyan despised her for not knowing how and chased her out of the kitchen.

Therefore, Lin Qingqian could only go and unpack her luggage. After Lin

Lin Chaoyan scolded her for spending money recklessly while putting on the new clothes but with Lin Qingqian’s flattery, she couldn’t stop smiling.

As Lin Chaoyan was afraid of dirtying her new clothes, she quickly took them off after trying them on. As she tidied up, she instructed, “Tomorrow morning, come with me to pay respects to the Old Master and your parents. Tell them about your divorce too. Don’t let them worry about you.”

At the mention of the deceased, the smile on Lin Qingqian’s face faded a little.

“Okay.”

“I think you’re tired too. The hot water is ready for you. Hurry up and wash up and rest early.” Lin Chaoyan took her things and returned to her room.

The door closed and Lin Qingqian turned around to look at the place where she grew up.

Although she had left this place for a few years, the room was still the same as before. There was no moldy dust at all. It was obvious that Auntie cleaned it every day.

She took out her phone, took a photo, and posted it on her Moments.

Lin Xiaoqian Has To Work Hard: It feels so good to be home

After posting on her Moments, she put down her phone and went to wash up. When she came back, she changed into her pajamas and crawled into bed. She turned on her cell phone and saw that many people had liked and commented on it.

Lan City’s Number One Handsome: Lin Qingqian, which corner did you go to hide in? You won’t bring a nest of rats back, right?!

Lin Qingqian replied: Scram!

Luo Tianxue: Qingqian, are you in the countryside? Are the conditions tough? Why don’t I send a chauffeur to pick you up? I’ll bring you to celebrate the new year in style!

Lin Qingqian replied: Thank you, but there’s no need.

Han Liubai: It’s good that you’re home safely.

Lin Qingqian replied with a smile.

She didn’t reply to Suisui and Yingzi’s comments.

There were more people who liked her post, but one of them caught Lin Qingqian’s attention.

Because the profile picture was a selfie of herself!

She clicked on it and saw the information—Jiang Yanshen.

Lin Qingqian: ‘

After hesitating for a moment, she couldn’t help but send a message.

Lin Xiaoqian Has To Work Hard: ?

After waiting for about two minutes, Jiang Yanshen replied: ?

Lin Xiaoqian Has To Work Hard: Why are you using my photo as your profile picture?

Jiang Yanshen: It looks nice.

Lin Xiaoqian Has To Work Hard: This… isn’t good, right?

Jiang Yanshen: I can’t be bothered to change it.

Lin Xiaoqian Has To Work Hard was speechless.

Jiang Yanshen: You’re home?

Lin Xiaoqian Has To Work Hard: Yes.

After sending the message for a long time, there was no reply. Lin Qingqian waited gloomily and fell asleep.

The next morning, Lin Chaoyan came to lift the blanket and wake her up. After breakfast, she was going to pay her respects to the Old Master..