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The atmosphere at dinner was harmonious – ‘everyone is happy’.

Wen Yanqing would probably never forget the ‘unique’ New Year’s Eve dinner he had had.

In the living room, Lin Zhaonan and Jiang Tongtong were eating fruits and snacks with relish.

It…was understandable.

He sat and asked Gantang, “Your family’s New Year’s Eve dinner is always

so…novel?”

“It depends on my dad’s mood. Auntie Zhang made it last year.” Lin Gantang looked around. Seeing that Mr. Lin was not there, she said with relief, “My dad’s little hobby only happens once or twice a year anyway, so…let him be.” As long as he was happy.

Wen Yanqing expressed his understanding.

“Next time…” Wen Yanqing paused. “If it’s next year, let me do it.”

Next year would be as happy and lively as this year, right?

Wen Yanqing gazed at her as if he was staring at a treasure that he guarded in his heart.

Lin Gantang noticed it and looked back. She smiled and fed him an orange candy.

At first, it was slightly sour, but then it was full of sweetness.

He was in a fantastic mood.

Mr. Lin took the chessboard and looked at the two of them who were so close and smiling at each other. He could not help but recall the days when he and his wife had been in love. He missed and yearned for her.

“Are you going to take wedding photos? Don’t be as anxious as Zhaonan and Tongtong.” Mr. Lin set up the chessboard and said to Wen Yanqing, “If it’s this year, you should be getting ready, right?”

“Not yet.” Wen Yanqing sat opposite him and played chess with him.

Wedding photos?

“Didn’t you choose that date in June?” Mr. Lin pondered.

“I want that too.” Wen Yanqing smiled faintly.

“What date?” Lin Gantang interrupted in confusion. You sound like you’re guessing riddles?

Mr. Lin understood. So Yanqing hadn’t told Gantang. Mr. Lin’s face showed some regret. “I see that you two have been together for two years. You’ve come this far by letting nature take its course, right?”

Lin Gantang blinked. “Dad, your math is so bad. How did you manage to carry the company back then?”

Mr. Lin glared at her. “One year last year, one year this year. How is it wrong?”

You’re so reasonable.

“It’s about time to get married. I fully agree to your marriage with Gantang. Your father shouldn’t have any objections either.” Mr. Lin advised him earnestly. “Young people shouldn’t think too much. If there are any problems, it’s fine to break it in after marriage. Don’t most people get through it like this?”

Wen Yanqing nodded.

“Gantang, did you hear that?” Mr. Lin asked Lin Gantang, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

“What? I’ll listen to Yanqing. You tell him.”

Mr. Lin could not be bothered to look at her anymore. He turned around and instructed Wen Yanqing, “Don’t bother about her. Just poke her a little and she’ll move. If you want to wait for her to speak, you’ll have to wait until your next life!”

“Alright,” Wen Yanqing laughed involuntarily.

Mr. Lin had enjoyed his game of chess with Wen Yanqing and watched the Spring Festival Gala for a while. Seeing that it was getting late, he called for everyone to rest.

Lin Gantang took out Wen Yanqing’s clothes and asked him to take a shower. After she was done doing so herself, she went downstairs to take a video of the New Year greetings with the cats before returning to her room.

She was editing a video in front of her computer when Wen Yanqing, who had just finished showering, approached her and stood behind her.

“It’s not done yet?” he asked.

“Almost. Today’s video is short.”

He held her in his arms and clicked on the mouse. “Let me have a look.”

His aura encircled Lin Gantang. She leaned against his chest subconsciously. “If we’d known earlier, should have brought Big Mi over.” She hadn’t expected him to sleep here tonight.

“It’s okay. Aunt Zhong will take care of it.”

Lin Gantang raised her head slightly and happened to see a drop of water on his wet hair brush past his jaw and roll into his collar.

His protruding Adam’s apple was still wet, and for some reason, Lin Gantang lifted her head and kissed the water droplet away.

Wen Yanqing’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he lowered his head to look at her. A storm was brewing in his eyes..