After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage-Chapter 1011 - : Why Don’t You Speak?

Chapter 1011: Chapter 1011: Why Don’t You Speak?

Wen Yanqing cradled the bowl and sipped his soup, warm and utterly content.

Lin Gantang sat opposite him, propping her cheek with a hand, saying, “Come on, praise me already.”

“Tangtang’s stewed soup is so fresh and delectable, truly delicious.” Wen Yanqing smiled, revealing his dimples, “Have you ever made this soup for anyone else besides me?”

“No, it’s specially made for you to drink,” Lin Gantang replied subconsciously.

Wait, that’s not what she was asking for praise about. Lin Gantang turned the conversation back around and pressed, “I was talking about me making money.”

“Tangtang is really amazing,” Wen Yanqing’s mood was very good, and he continued to praise her, “Investing in the film industry is full of risks, and since you’ve never been involved in this field before, making money proves you have quite a unique insight.”

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Lin Gantang was quite pleased with herself after hearing that.

While Wen Yanqing was enjoying his soup, Lin Gantang took some shrimp from the side and started peeling them for him.

She didn’t mind getting her hands dirty at all, letting the shrimp juice stain her fingertips.

Who says that a boyfriend has to do the peeling? She liked peeling shrimp for Wen Yanqing, and nobody else got this treatment.

After finishing with the shrimp, she went to wash her hands, dried off her fingertips with a paper towel, and when she came back, she saw the uncovered contract on the desk.

Lin Gantang walked over, flipped through it, and noticed the amount.

Millions, tens of millions, billions…

Alright, Lin Gantang didn’t bother counting further and promptly closed the contract.

How many drinks had she had to be discussing making money with President Wen?

“I’m going to check out the bookstore later,” Lin Gantang said.

“I’ll accompany you.”

It was just the right time for a lunch break, and the bookstore was close enough not to delay matters, so Lin Gantang agreed, then settled into the guest sofa.

She might not be able to boast about a little bit of money to her husband, but she certainly could to her retired father. So Lin Gantang transferred some money to Lin Mingzhuo in a grand gesture, along with a message saying, “Here, go have fun with this.”

Lin Gantang: “Your daughter can now actually give out spending money too!”]

Mr. Lin must have been holding his phone because he replied promptly, “Where did you get that money? The profits from two more years at the bookstore wouldn’t add up to this amount.”

He really was a law-abiding good merchant, first concerned about the legitimacy of her funds. Just as Lin Gantang was about to reply, she saw another message from Mr. Lin: “Did you rob a bank, or did you rob my son-in-law?”

Lin Gantang immediately emphasized, “I earned it! It’s money I made from investing in a movie!”

“Not bad.” Remembering how Lin Gantang had thrown her money into the entertainment circle earlier, Mr. Lin rarely praised her.

Just as Lin Gantang was feeling proud, she heard her father complain, “Tangtang gives her dad spending money, unlike your brother, so tight-fisted, he won’t even pay for things I want to buy.”

“What? Has my brother gone too far, dictating terms to you when he’s barely been in charge for a few days?” Lin Gantang almost sided with her father upon hearing this, but on second thought, she realized something was off – her dad had money, why would he be asking her brother? The amount must be large, right?

She asked, “Dad, what do you want to buy?”

Mr. Lin said, “A custom-made yacht. Half for raising sharks, the other half for people to swim.”

“Let me tell you, with the branch offices sprouting up one after another at home, your brother must have made a pretty penny. Let’s dig some out of his wallet.”

“Hello, Tangtang, why aren’t you speaking?”

Lin Gantang sent six dots in response.

She thought her brother was doing a good job.

Now, to figure out how to request a withdrawal of the transfer she had just made.

After finishing his meal, Wen Yanqing saw Lin Gantang clenching her teeth as she poked at her phone and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I think I should visit home more often lately, I’m a bit worried about my dad’s mental state,” Lin Gantang couldn’t help but complain.

Swimming in a shark tank?

Are we thinking clearly?