She walked dejectedly out of the airport.
She soon realized that Yin Zhen, who had sent her there, was nowhere to be found.
Lin Gantang couldn't help but sigh. It was indeed Lady Yin's character. She had reluctantly sent her there, but hadn't agreed to send her back.
She had neither a phone nor cash.
Lin Gantang hailed a taxi and planned to get her family to pay the fare when she reached home.
The taxi driver was a chatterbox. It was probably the first time he had met someone like her. He was full of interest. "Young lady, why are you wearing a wedding dress? I see that you're not wearing shoes. Where are your shoes?"
"High heels; it's not easy to walk in them."
The driver's eyes lit up. "Did you change your mind and run away from the wedding to chase after your sweetheart at the airport? Or did the groom break off the engagement and want to leave so you came to the airport to chase after him?"
"Master, watch fewer television dramas."
The driver had a look of understanding on his face as he encouraged her, "Don't feel embarrassed. You're pursuing true love; it's understandable."
The driver chattered all the way. When Lin Gantang saw the familiar door of the villa, she felt a sense of relief. "Master, wait. I'll get my family to give you the money."
Lin Gantang got out of the car. The maid who opened the door happened to be Auntie Zhang. She got her to pay for it first and was going to go in to return the money to her.
Before Auntie Zhang went to pay, she thought about how she had taken care of Miss since she was young. After hesitating for awhile, she braced herself and reminded her, "Mr. Lin is waiting for Miss in the living room. He's livid."
Lin Gantang nodded.
The driver took the money and looked at the slowly closing door of the villa. He exclaimed, "So it's not just a sensational drama, but also a masterpiece of ethics of a wealthy family?"
Now he had seen everything.
Lin Mingzhuo sat in the middle of the sofa in the living room.
Lin Zhaonan and Jiang Tongtong sat on the other side.
The frozen atmosphere was very depressing. The maids stayed as far away as possible. No one dared to bump into the muzzle of a gun.
When Lin Gantang walked in, Lin Zhaonan looked up at her.
Mr. Lin took a puff of his cigarette and surprisingly did not curse.
Did he not scold her enough?
Ever since his wife had passed away, his daughter had become more and more difficult to discipline. Throughout her entire adolescence, she was hostile and rebellious, as if father and daughter were enemies.
She had finally gone through adolescence and became an adult, but she was extremely cold to her family.
It was as if he owed her.
She had fallen in love with Gu Zhichuan and wanted desperately to marry him. As a father, he could not help but relent. And that day, she had caused such a scene at the wedding.
Lin Mingzhuo pressed the cigarette butt to the ashtray and said tiredly, "Get lost! Don't come back!"
When Jiang Tongtong heard this, she anxiously pulled at Lin Zhaonan.
"Dad, why don't you give her a chance to explain?" Lin Zhaonan rubbed his temples.
"Explain?" Lin Mingzhuo cursed angrily, filled with resentment. "When has she ever been reasonable? An adult has to take responsibility for their own actions.
"The friendship between the Lin and Gu families is over now. I don't have time to care about her, and I no longer care about her!
"Didn't she say that she hated this place the most? She can go wherever she wants; I don't care anymore!
"Get lost!"
Lin Zhaonan looked at his furious father and didn't speak up for Lin Gantang as her actions all these years had truly been disappointing.
Lin Gantang stood there without moving.
The wedding dress on her body was very heavy, and so was her heart.
She remembered that, in her previous life, she did not run away from the wedding, so there was no such scene.
It was only on the third day of their marriage that they had an argument. Her father had said something similar and told her to get lost.
In the end, she really never returned.
Even before she passed away, she had never apologized to her father for her willfulness all those years.
She did not know how heartbroken and disappointed a father must be to say such words to his biological daughter.
Seeing her father's slightly white hair, Lin Gantang felt as if her throat was stuffed with cotton. She felt uncomfortable. "Dad."
Lin Mingzhuo's anger had yet to subside. He lit another cigarette, and his hands trembled when he heard this.
After the estrangement between father and daughter, his daughter had not called him 'dad' for several years.