Chapter 893: Take a Sip
Jiang Tongtong was speaking with Lin Zhaonan, while Lin Gantang was chatting with Ye Qiuqiu.
After having her child, Ye Qiuqiu wasn’t so quick to respond anymore, sometimes taking half a day to reply, and sometimes disappearing in the middle of a conversation.
No need to ask, she’s busy with her child.
At this moment, the child was asleep, so Ye Qiuqiu finally had some free time.
Lin Gantang: [Ah, those chubby cheeks! Let me give my goddaughter a little bite!]
Ye Qiuqiu: [Go bite your little nephew then.]
Lin Gantang: [I’m not letting any cute kid go unchewed.]
[In a few months, yours will be out too, and your treasure will definitely be especially beautiful,] said Ye Qiuqiu.
Lin Gantang and Wen Yanqing’s looks were undeniable; their baby was definitely going to inherit their outstanding appearance genes.
[My kid will definitely be the most well-behaved, prettiest, and cutest kid!] Lin Gantang was utterly confident.
Ye Qiuqiu laughed: [You’re too much.]
Only then did Lin Gantang bring up why she was calling: [I sent you a set of skincare products, all natural. Remember to sign for the package when they arrive in a few days.]
[You’re sending me something again?] Ye Qiuqiu joked: [At this rate, I’ll have to pledge myself to you to repay your kindness.]
Lin Gantang: [Eh? I thought you’d repay me with 2TB of videos.]
Ye Qiuqiu: [You want it?]
You actually have it? Lin Gantang: […No, I don’t think so.]
Hastily, she sent another message: [Do you still have any of those sweets you sent me last time? I’m craving them.]
[A set of skincare products in exchange for a few sweets, you’re making a loss,] said Ye Qiuqiu.
[No, I really want them, I can’t find them here, and the ones I do find just don’t taste authentic. Suddenly had a craving, couldn’t help it,] said Lin Gantang.
Ye Qiuqiu: [So your early pregnancy craving is for sweets? Damn, you’re so lucky.]
Back then, she had been vomiting so much she had to go to the hospital for IV fluids.
[This is easy, I’ll buy some and send them to you.] Ye Qiuqiu checked the time, it wasn’t too late, so she said: [You should sleep early, little pregnant lady. I’m going to snuggle with my girl and sleep soundly.]
Thinking she was heading to bed, Lin Gantang wished her good night.
But Ye Qiuqiu got up to change clothes and put on shoes. Chen Haobo, who was scrolling through videos, asked, “Where are you rushing off to?”
“Going to buy sweets, look after Qianqian for me.”
Meanwhile, Lin Gantang heard a door close and looked towards the entrance.
Jiang Tongtong came over: “Your brother was looking for me, I sent him back to his room.”
“Right, let him sleep by himself.” Lin Gantang put down her phone, thinking to herself, a man who could spend thirty million on a car but couldn’t even buy a three hundred yuan lipstick for his wife ought to sleep alone.
Jiang Tongtong was quite pleased, she really liked this sense of closeness.
Tangtang was a bit fragrant, and a bit warm, much better than the stiff Lin Zhaonan.
The two of them had a good night’s sleep, while Lin Zhaonan, fearing “his wife had run off with someone,” struggled to fall asleep alone.
Unwilling to sleep without his wife, Lin Zhaonan seized Jiang Tongtong in the kitchen during breakfast the next morning: “Are you free today?”
Jiang Tongtong thought for a moment: “Today I’m taking Tangtang to the bookstore, and in the evening, I’m taking Yi’an to the Yuanshui River to see the night view.”
“What about tomorrow?”
“Picnic tomorrow, we’re heading out early to the forest park. It’s really good for Yi’an’s development to be out in nature,” Jiang Tongtong was filled with anticipation.
“Why are you asking?” Jiang Tongtong was curious: “I thought you said you were busy? If it’s too late, don’t bother coming home, just sleep at the office.”
After hearing her response, Lin Zhaonan thought: So now she simply doesn’t care for me?
Is it really that hard to sleep with your own wife? Lin Zhaonan didn’t want to believe it. Watching her lips moving nonstop, he leaned down and kissed her.
“Ahem!” The sound of Lin Gantang coughing.
Lin Zhaonan thought, fuck, internally.
It was really hard; was Lin Gantang here to compete with him for his wife?
He let go of Jiang Tongtong and expressionless, took out his phone to find Wen Yanqing, and sent: [When are you coming back? Gantang really misses you.]
Better take her away quickly.