After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

Chapter 1002: Chapter 1002: Why Doesn’t He Just Ascend to Heaven?

In this scene, Lin Gantang guessed that Le Yu and Che Qin had an argument, and her curiosity was instantly piqued.

It was unavoidable. She had always heard Le Yu boasting about their relationship in the group, and she was really curious.

But it wouldn’t be right to just go up and see what was happening, so Lin Gantang picked up her sense of morality and resisted the urge to investigate.

Wen Yanqing saw her glancing towards the elevator from time to time, unable to understand what was so appealing about that man, Le Yu. He wrapped his arms around her waist, successfully drawing her attention back.

“What’s the matter, no need to hold so tight, right?” Lin Gantang tugged at his hand as she turned back.

Wen Yanqing reminded her earnestly, “Don’t look around when you’re in the elevator, pay attention to safety.”

It was then that Lin Gantang turned her attention away.

They had just reached the second floor, and Lin Gantang hadn’t even started looking for the store she wanted to visit when she directly bumped into Zhang Ruxin.

Dressed in a bright coat, Zhang Ruxin’s expression was triumphant like a victorious rooster. She disdainfully kicked away a piece of paper blocking her path, making it hard for Lin Gantang not to notice her.

Scattered on the floor were several pieces of drawing paper, some untouched, some filled with vibrant colors.

When Zhang Ruxin noticed Lin Gantang, her expression paused. She neither greeted her nor made any snide remarks like before, and simply walked away.

Lin Gantang shifted her gaze from her and looked down at the ground.

The style of the artwork looked somewhat familiar, and the person depicted in it even more so.

Lin Gantang’s eyes flickered slightly, and just as she was about to pick them up, Wen Yanqing had already grabbed her arm to stop her and bent down to pick them up himself.

Lin Gantang gently touched her belly, smiling faintly, and watched his black curls move as he bent down. She couldn’t resist running her fingers through them, then curled them around her fingertips, finding the texture extremely comforting.

“It’s a drawing of Le Yu,” said Wen Yanqing, after picking up a drawing and then handing it over to Lin Gantang.

Lin Gantang looked at the drawing of the young man, who appeared triumphant and confident. She nodded and then found a beautifully written “Qin” character in the lower right corner.

“It seems their argument was pretty serious, huh? Even the paintings got smashed,” Lin Gantang muttered, then thought of Zhang Ruxin again and couldn’t figure out the situation for a moment.

Le Yu and Che Qin were having a good relationship, so what role was Zhang Ruxin playing today?

Lin Gantang could tell that the paintings were conscientiously made by Che Qin, so vividly rendered, with lots of effort put into them. She wondered if Che Qin would feel heartbroken when she calmed down and remembered she had lost them.

Since Che Qin liked Le Yu so much that she gave up all her previous criteria for choosing a partner, this quarrel wouldn’t likely lead to anything serious, would it?

Lin Gantang thought perhaps she could return the drawings to either Che Qin or Le Yu in the future.

Lin Gantang: “Let’s pick them up, they’re drawn so handsomely, so beautiful, it would be a pity to lose them.” Leaving them here would definitely lead to them being discarded by the cleaning staff.

Wen Yanqing didn’t move after hearing her but only smiled slightly and asked, “Beautiful? Really? How good looking can it be?”

Lin Gantang, oblivious, held it up to him and seriously countered, “Isn’t it good-looking? Take another look, it’s prettier than the sunflowers we have at home.”

She nudged Wen Yanqing: “Hurry up and pick them up, I want to take them all home.”

Wen Yanqing gritted his teeth, glanced at the drawings on the ground, and felt like stepping on that face.

In fact, he really did lift his foot, but Lin Gantang was quick to pull him back: “Be careful, you almost stepped on it.”

Wen Yanqing stopped, turned sideways, then touched Lin Gantang’s long hair, gently saying, “Alright, just wait for me a moment.”

Before long, Lin Gantang was holding all the drawings, carefully stacked and held in her arms, admiring, “Che Qin has improved so much, she draws so well now, it’s all frame-worthy.”

Wen Yanqing smiled, thinking of framing it? He might as well reach for the sky.