Chapter 892: 892: Heh, I Believe Your Nonsense
Lin Gantang pondered, she felt that next time she should call the driver to follow them and act as a porter.
As Jiang Tongtong shopped, she had more and more fun. Lin Gantang picked out a lot of clothes for her, and each one was beautiful; Jiang Tongtong liked them even more than the brand-new designs that were delivered to her home.
When they returned home, they saw Mr. Lin squatting in front of Little Yi’an.
Mr. Lin turned around when he saw them come back and joyfully beckoned them over, “Come and see, Xiao An can hold the milk bottle and drink milk by himself now.”
The little guy’s chubby hands clumsily held the milk bottle as he glugged down the milk cheerily.
The growth of a child always brought joy and pride to the family.
Jiang Tongtong immediately took out her phone to record a video.
Mr. Lin looked at Lin Gantang, who was leaning on the sofa like a jellyfish, and asked, “Tired from the shopping? Have you eaten dinner yet? If not, let’s eat something together, and you should rest early.”
When everyone was seated around the dining table, Lin Zhaonan came home.
Jiang Tongtong was very surprised and exclaimed happily, “You’re back? Didn’t you say you had to work overtime?”
“The workload is heavy; I needed to come back to rest.”
Lin Zhaonan washed his hands and sat down. Auntie Zhang brought him a pair of chopsticks, and he thanked her.
Lin Gantang, who was picking up rice, chuckled upon hearing this. I believe your baloney, you came up with quite the upstanding excuse, but clearly, it was your wife’s photo that enticed you home.
The family dined together in harmony, with Jiang Tongtong occasionally glancing at Lin Gantang across the table, who was eating slowly.
In this household, she was more attentive and sensitive than the two grown men. She noticed that Lin Gantang wasn’t taking much food and couldn’t help but ask with concern, “Tangtang, don’t you have an appetite?”
Now thinking back to lunch, didn’t Tangtang also not eat much?
Lin Gantang pushed the rice around on her plate, “I want to eat the dishes Yanqing makes.”
“What are you dreaming about, Yanqing is still on a business trip.” Mr. Lin asked, “Hasn’t Auntie Zhang been taking care of you since you were a child? You don’t like what she makes either?”
“Maybe it’s a change of taste during pregnancy? Tongtong especially loved eating corn when she was pregnant with Yi’an,” Lin Zhaonan commented.
Corn is easy to find, but wouldn’t disturbing Yanqing while he’s focused on his important work sway his mind? Considering how much he cares about Lin Gantang, he might just fly back from two thousand kilometers away as soon as he hears from her.
Jiang Tongtong put down her chopsticks, “I’ll ask Auntie Zhang to make some porridge to keep warm, otherwise you’ll be too hungry and feel uncomfortable tonight.”
The family cared for her, and although Lin Gantang lacked an appetite, she still tried to eat as much as she could.
It wasn’t that she felt nauseous or repulsed by the food, but everything seemed tasteless and unsatisfying.
After dinner, Lin Gantang went back to her room to wash up, Jiang Tongtong brought back her spoils from the day to her room and took a shower, put the child to bed, then picked up her pillow and went upstairs.
Having finished talking with his father, Lin Zhaonan went back to his room and didn’t find Jiang Tongtong, so he took a turn and found her in Lin Gantang’s room.
The mere thought of the several photos he received that afternoon set Lin Zhaonan’s heart on fire.
Lin Gantang was too good at taking pictures. His favorite person, next to his favorite car, displaying her graceful figure, perfectly interpreting her sensuality. And in a few shots, her unintentional look of confusion and bewilderment sharply contrasted with everything else, tickling his heart like a feather.
It’s his own wife, why hold back on what he wanted to do? So Lin Zhaonan asked outside the room, “Are you chatting with Tangtang? You should go back to your room and sleep.”
Jiang Tongtong poked her fingers together, speaking softly, “Tangtang and I agreed to sleep together tonight.”
“You’re busy with work, get some rest soon.” Jiang Tongtong closed the room door.
Lin Zhaonan stood outside the door, struggling to accept this “terrible news.”
Suddenly, the door opened again, and Lin Zhaonan’s heart leapt, but his wife said, “Tonight you keep an eye on Xiao An, he can sleep through the night without his night milk, and if he wakes up, just pat his back.”
After speaking, the door slammed shut again.
Lin Zhaonan: …