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Chapter 508 - 508: Just Like My Irascible Brother
Chapter 508 - 508: Just Like My Irascible Brother
Chapter 508: Just Like My Irascible Brother
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Are you going to look for Gantang?” Bei Bei lifted the bag in her hand and handed it to him. “Can I trouble you to pass it to Gantang? My friend is still waiting for me. I won’t be going up.”
Wen Yanqing lowered his head and took a look. He took it from her. “Alright. Is there anything else?” he asked.
“No. Thank you.” Bei Bei smiled at him.
“You’re welcome.”
Wen Yanqing took the bag and left. Bei Bei looked at his back view, pursed her lips, and smiled. She then turned around and walked back.
Wen Yanqing entered the ward and handed the things to Lin Gantang. Then, he only glanced at Wen Rendong and did not say much.
The nurse beside him dutifully explained the situation to Wen Yanqing. “The doctor came over for a ward round today and did a checkup. All the indicators are normal. Don’t worry, Mr. Wen.”
Wen Yanqing nodded.
“I thought you wouldn’t come,” Wen Rendong said.
“You are my father.”
Wen Yanqing’s words were plain and shallow, and Wen Rendong felt uncomfortable.
Because he was his father, he was doing his duty.
Wen Rendong wanted to say something, but he didn’t know if Wen Yanqing had the patience to listen to him. In the end, he chose a topic and said, “Gantang’s father came to visit me. I played games with him for a while. It was very interesting.”
Wen Rendong noticed that his son’s gaze had shifted over.
He paused for a moment before continuing. “I also followed the account of the Cat Bookstore. The cats are very likable.”
“You can go to the bookstore when you have time,” Wen Yanqing said.
At this time, Wen Rendong felt that he should take Lin Mingzhuo’s suggestion seriously.
Wen Yanqing and Lin Gantang left the hospital not long after. He still had to work, while Lin Gantang said that she wanted to go home to look for Jiang Tongtong.
In the car, she was holding the cartoon dolls. One of them was a girl in a dress. Her big round eyes were sparkling, and she was smiling shyly while clasping her hands obediently. The other was a boy with short hair. The veins on his forehead were popping out, and he looked irritable.
“Isn’t it super lifelike?” Lin Gantang asked him seriously. “He looks just like my hot-tempered brother.”
“So the other one is Jiang Tongtong?” Wen Yanqing stifled his laughter.
“Yes, it’s so beautiful. Tongtong will definitely like it.” Lin Gantang happily packed them up.
“I don’t think your brother will like it.” Wen Yanqing laughed.
“I’m giving it to Tongtong, not him.” Who cares if he likes it or not.
The car stopped outside the Lin residence. Wen Yanqing kissed her and said, “I’ll pick you up after I’m done?”
“Alright.” Lin Gantang got out of the car and waved at him. She watched the car leave before entering the house.
When she entered, Lin Gantang wanted to call out for Tongtong, but she remembered that she might disturb Little Yi’an, so she quietly went upstairs.
As expected, Little Yi’an had fallen asleep and was lying softly in the crib. Jiang Tongtong was tidying up the clothes in the cloakroom on the other side. When she saw her, she smiled and called out ‘Tangtang’.
“Tongtong, are you planning to go to work?” Lin Gantang asked curiously when she saw that the clothes hanging on the side were formal business attire.
“I do have this thought.” Jiang Tongtong said, “Yi ‘an drinks powdered milk. There’s someone at home to take care of him; Dad is also at home. I have nothing to worry about, and I can continue to accompany him at night.”
She sat down with a piece of clothing in her arms, her expression gloomy. “I know that the family’s financial situation doesn’t require me to go to work, but it’s been quite some time since I quit my job. I’ve only been at home with my child. My heart is empty and unfulfilled, and I’m a little anxious.
“Zhaonan comes back to talk to me about work and I almost can’t continue the conversation.” Jiang Tongtong said with slight disappointment and frustration. “I’m afraid that one day, the only topics I can talk to him about are the trivialities of life and children. I might even have nothing to say to him in the end..”