After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

Chapter 813: The Beauty Trap, So Fond of It

Before sleep, after taking a bath, Lin Gantang emerged from the bathroom to find Wen Yanqing listening to the news as usual.

Lin Gantang let her long hair down, dabbing it with a towel until it was about seventy to eighty percent dry, before reaching for the hair dryer.

After drying her own hair, she sat down in front of Wen Yanqing, straightening up to touch his half-dried hair strands: “Let me help you with that.”

She pulled up the slipping strap of her nightgown and faced him, lifting her arms to help dry his hair.

The plunging neckline of the nightgown was incredibly sensuous, half-revealing the contours of her breasts, with a stray lock of hair falling inside the garment, creating a captivating contrast between raven black and porcelain white.

Lin Gantang leaned forward to stroke the hair at the back of his head, her posture silently offering him a view of her bosom, and the position of her left hand seemed to affectionately circle his shoulders and neck while Wen Yanqing’s hand couldn’t help but gently rest on her waist…

It was then that she suddenly asked, “What are you looking at?”

Wen Yanqing hastily shifted his gaze.

After moving it, he remembered that actually, he should have remained motionless.

“Hmph.”

Lin Gantang put away the hairdryer, pulled up her neckline, and moved to sit half a meter away, her brisk actions sending a ripple of unease through Wen Yanqing’s heart.

He quietly drew closer, grasping her hand.

This time, Lin Gantang didn’t move away, instead forcefully pushing him down: “When did you notice?”

Wen Yanqing did not dare to struggle, compliantly letting her push him down: “What?”

Lin Gantang gritted her teeth angrily: “If you hadn’t seen, how would you have known that a car was about to hit me? I wasn’t paying attention on the way back, but now that I think about it, you handled the water quite deftly, didn’t you? And what about my chest, do you think it looks good? Are you still trying to fool me up to now?”

“Beautiful.”

He’d learned to use his charms.

So endearing.

I asked a bunch of questions, and all you heard was whether you think it looks good? Lin Gantang was annoyed: “Your eyes have recovered and you didn’t tell me? I’ll strangle you!”

Wen Yanqing just looked at her with a smile, his eyes brimming with affection and not resisting, letting her do as she pleased.

Lin Gantang fiercely grabbed his collar, threateningly demanding: “When did it recover? Have you been playing me all this time?”

Wen Yanqing couldn’t dare say it had been fine for days; he touched his neck and coughed “weakly”: “This morning, but I was afraid to tell you right away. I went to the hospital in the afternoon to make sure it was okay, and I was planning to come back and tell you.”

Lin Gantang examined him closely.

“Tangtang, don’t you trust me?” Wen Yanqing spoke in a gentle tone: “You’re so kind, why would I hide anything from you?”

Yeah, why would he hide it from me, it’s not something bad… Wait, Lin Gantang suddenly realized she was almost falling for his act.

“So, you could have told me when you got home. Why did you pretend to be blind during dinner?” Lin Gantang was so furious she wanted to scratch him: “You sure acted well, if I hadn’t discovered it, how long were you planning to keep up the act?”

“Tangtang doesn’t trust me.” Wen Yanqing’s voice grew more aggrieved: “I wanted to tell you at the right time, you would have been so happy. I’m sorry, I was wrong, please don’t be mad, Tangtang.”

And like that, Lin Gantang’s claws couldn’t come down.

Wen Yanqing extended his strong arms to encircle Lin Gantang sitting on top of him, and before she could react, she was pressed down against him.

Lin Gantang struggled to get up, but Wen Yanqing exerted his strength, flipping over and pinning Lin Gantang beside him, making it impossible for her to escape.

“Tangtang, won’t you stop being mad at me?” he pressed against her forehead, speaking softly and appealingly, kissing her nose tip.

Lin Gantang writhed about.

Wen Yanqing kissed her eyes again, whispering low: “Is it okay?”

“Don’t talk in my ear!” Lin Gantang covered her ears that were tingling.

“Tangtang…”

“Don’t talk!”

Wen Yanqing no longer spoke, tentatively touching her lips; the person in his arms didn’t explode with anger, and then a series of gentle kisses landed on her face, neck, and above her collarbone.