After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

Chapter 769: 769: His Fingertips Trembled

Chapter 769: Chapter 769: His Fingertips Trembled

After the start of Lixia, days broke earlier, and Lin Gantang specially set her alarm for six o’clock. Once it went off, she got up, washed her face, and feeling refreshed, she continued to call Mr. Lin.

Elderly people usually need less sleep, but that’s challenging for someone who plays video games till late in the night. Mr. Lin was woken by the ringing that sounded almost diabolical. Upon seeing it was Lin Gantang, he immediately hung up.

Lin Gantang picked up another phone and called again.

Mr. Lin answered the phone when he saw the call was from Wen Yanqing.

“Dad, get up, let’s team up and do a mission.”

Mr. Lin grumbled and cut off the call, then turned off his phone.

Lin Gantang didn’t go back to sleep either; she went to sort and update the video she had taken last midnight on her account. It wasn’t even seven o’clock yet. She glanced at the still sleeping Wen Yanqing, then turned to go to the kitchen to see what Aunt Zhong had prepared for breakfast.

The sky was clear and azure, with spotless wisps of cloud.

The summer breeze was gentle, with morning light filtering in through the partly opened curtains.

Wen Yanqing woke up, turned to his right, and stretched out his hand to feel for Lin Gantang’s position to “see” if she was there.

The light was a bit dazzling, and Wen Yanqing squinted, unaccustomed to it, then froze.

He looked toward the windowsill again as if to confirm, the morning light was indeed real, a soft yellow pouring into the bedroom and reflecting in his eyes.

Wen Yanqing’s heartbeat suddenly quickened as he slowly got up and carefully walked to the balcony.

The sun rising in the east was fiery and bright, the colors he had lost were reappearing before his eyes.

Blurred, yet luminous.

The brilliant light at the edge of the sky broke through the endless darkness that once filled his eyes.

His fingertips trembled.

“Are you sunbathing?” Lin Gantang’s cheery voice came from behind him.

She stepped forward, took his hand, and with a smile brimming with happiness, told him, “Today’s sunlight is particularly splendid.”

His voice hoarse, he replied, “Yes…”

“Aunt Zhong has finished preparing breakfast. Let’s eat together. Oh, and wash up first, hurry.”

The voice still vibrant with energy and the casual conversation remained, but Wen Yanqing felt a surge of emotion, and his throat tightened involuntarily.

As they freshened up, Lin Gantang noticed Wen Yanqing looking at her several times and asked candidly, “Why are you looking at me? I’ve already brushed my teeth.”

Wen Yanqing looked away.

I’m looking at you because I just want to see you clearly.

Unfortunately, I still can’t.

This day had come so suddenly, just like the accident that day, when he suddenly lost all color.

Wen Yanqing didn’t dare tell Lin Gantang right now. He wasn’t sure if the light he could see was a precursor to improvement or just fleeting. If it was, he didn’t know to what extent he could recover; he feared mentioning it only to have it turn out to be a brief happiness in the end.

During breakfast, Big Mi circled around Wen Yanqing’s feet, even rubbing against him. Lin Gantang stared at the cat acting coquettishly and huffed, “I got up last night and saw you were the one who disturbed his sleep the most, your son had the most fun.”

The tabby cat, after rubbing, jumped onto Wen Yanqing’s legs, craning its neck curiously, with its right paw stealthily reaching for the table.

Lin Gantang grabbed it firmly: “Thinking of stealing some food?”

Wen Yanqing appeared to be in a rather good mood today, a shallow smile lingering on his lips.

But now, as she looked at Big Mi, Lin Gantang felt more and more that it resembled the smile of an indulgent father towards a mischievous child.

After breakfast, Wen Yanqing mentioned that he wanted to listen in on today’s company meeting. Lin Gantang went with him to the study and connected with Yi Qian.

“Do you need me to take notes for you?” Lin Gantang asked.

“Yi Qian will jot down the important stuff. Anyway, I’m free, so I’ll just listen casually.”

Lin Gantang slowly formed a guess, “So, the higher-ups in the meeting, they don’t know you’ll be listening in today?”

Wen Yanqing nodded.

“…” They seem to be in for a tough time.

Hope you are diligent at work and fortune is with you—don’t slack off because your boss is quietly keeping an eye on you from behind.

Scary thought.