After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

Chapter 876: Chapter 876: He Changed, He Has Changed

“?” What kid is only a few pounds at the age of one? An alien? Mr. Lin pressed on, “Oh, who is the child’s parent, and where is it being raised, what’s its name?”

“Picked up a big, big…”

Picked up, one year, a few pounds, has a temper and doesn’t let anyone hold it willingly, called big… Big Mi?

Mr. Lin thought of the tabby cat Wen Yanqing adopted last year.

His expression instantly became indescribable.

It seemed the man’s longing for a grandson had driven him to the point of obsession. Look at him all night long. If you say he’s tight-lipped after drinking, all the details about his “grandson” had tumbled out; if you say he’s loose-lipped, he mentioned nothing but his “grandson”.

Scared me there, I had even figured out how to persuade my daughter to come home, what a waste of emotions.

Mr. Lin got up and left.

The next morning, as he was preparing to leave, Mr. Lin encountered Wen Rendong, who was also up early and looking spirited.

Mr. Lin was quite surprised, thinking he wouldn’t have gotten up so soon after drinking so much.

Wen Rendong, seeing Mr. Lin dressed for exercise, expressed great interest in joining him for a morning workout.

Daylight was in full swing, and the rest of the people gradually woke up. The smell of breakfast wafted from the kitchen, and the villa started buzzing with activity.

Little Yi’an had his milk and was sitting on the thick, soft carpet in the living room. Unsteady, he toppled over with a thud.

Jiang Tongtong came downstairs with baby clothes, laughed at the sight of her son trying to brace himself in confusion, and quickly picked him up.

Lin Zhaonan was on a phone call as he came downstairs.

Wen Yanqing had interrupted Lin Gantang’s game last night and was now in the kitchen making her crab roe buns, a way to pamper his wife.

As sunlight streamed into the room, Lin Gantang slowly opened her eyes.

When Wen Rendong and Mr. Lin returned from their run, Wen Rendong took a towel from the maid to wipe off his sweat and looked at the homely and warm scene in front of him, momentarily lost in a daze.

The Wen family’s lineage was sparse, and combined with everyone being busy with their careers, the emotional connection between relatives was cold. They had never experienced the harmonious atmosphere that the Lin family was enjoying.

“Come, have breakfast together. The kids have to go to work soon,” Mr. Lin patted Wen Rendong’s shoulder enthusiastically, inviting him into the dining room.

At that moment, Lin Gantang, having tidied herself up, came downstairs and cheerily greeted, “Dad, good morning.”

Mr. Lin and Wen Rendong both turned their heads.

Wen Rendong softly said, “Good morning, Tangtang.”

Mr. Lin, with disapproval, said, “You’re the last one every day. What were you up to last night, staying up playing games?” And you still catch me not letting me stay up late.

“That’s not true, ask Yanqing,” Lin Gantang replied.

Wen Yanqing, coming out of the kitchen, just heard that and coughed uncomfortably, “Dad, let’s have breakfast. Auntie Zhang has made millet porridge, you both had a bit too much to drink last night, have some.”

Everyone sat down around the dining table, and Wen Yanqing picked out Lin Gantang’s favorite for her. Lin Gantang hummed softly.

Wen Yanqing chuckled softly, gently lifting the food to her lips with tender eyes. Lin Gantang, seeing Jiang Tongtong looking over and smiling with pursed lips, quickly bit down on it. Under the table, her hand quietly pinched Wen Yanqing.

In public, one must be discreet.

Wen Yanqing cried out in pain, “Hiss…”

Mr. Lin immediately gave them a scrutinizing look, finally fixing his gaze on Lin Gantang.

Lin Gantang: I clearly didn’t use much force!

He’s changed; he wasn’t this brazen before!

Their subtle interactions caught Wen Rendong’s eye, and he chuckled to himself while feigning ignorance.

Sitting amongst the Lin family, it was very easy to let one’s guard down without realizing it.

Wen Rendong looked at the millet porridge Lin Gantang had personally served him, as well as the relaxed expression in Wen Yanqing’s eyes as he spoke to Lin Zhaonan, suddenly understanding a bit more.

No wonder his son loved visiting the Lin family; perhaps for him, it felt more like home here.

In contrast, the Wen family seemed cold and uninviting.

Humans are emotional creatures, after all. Who doesn’t enjoy a warm place?