Chapter 72: Wen Yanqing Is a Cabbage, She’s a Pig
Trantor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
When the banquet ended, it was already quitete. Wen Yanqing sent her home and left after watching her enter.
Surprisingly, Mr. Lin was still awake. In front of him were numerous discarded mangosteen peels. Seeing her enter alone, his expression seemed a bit displeased. “Where’s Yanqing?”
“It’s toote, so he went back first.”
“You, 1 can’t believe you.” Mr. Lin scolded her, “He is at the doorstep, and you didn’t even invite him in for a cup of tea. You have no manners at all.”
Lin Gantang raised an eyebrow. It seemed quite inappropriate to invite someone in at such ate hour.
“Youck understanding. How did Yanqing end up liking you?” Mr. Lin sighed with a tinge of sadness. “He’s a good young man, and yet he’s fallen into your hands.”
Lin Gantang could hear her father’s grief and indignation when he said that a good man had been ruined by his daughter.
It was unbelievable.
“Dad, I’m your biological daughter, right?” Lin Gantang expressed some doubt.
Mr. Lin cast her a disdainful nce, an expression filled with as much contempt as possible.
In the past, Lin Gantang might have exploded in a fit of rage from such a gaze. But now, she was calm and collected. It seemed her efforts to reform herself had been quite sessful. Lin Gantang felt content. “Dad, take your time to be upset. Don’t finish ail the mangosteens. Wen Yanqing bought them for me.” “Get lost! Tomorrow, I’ll buy a bunch of mangosteens and bury you!” Mr. Lin thought.
Seeing that she was annoyed, Mr. Lin returned to his room to sleep.
The next morning, Mr. Lin wasn’t present. Lin Gantang asked Lin Zhaonan and learned that an old friend from the vi area had invited him for a morning exercise.
Mr. Lin’s surgical wound had long healed. Appropriate exercise was beneficial for his health. Lin Gantang had set aside a full serving of his favorite vegetarian dumplings.
“Brother, I’m thinking of transforming my bookstore into a cat-themed one. Do you think it’s feasible?” Lin Gantang poured a ss of milk.
Jiang Tongtong’s eyes brightened. “1 think it’s great. There are cat cafes now, and they’re very popr among young people.”
“It’s a bit different from cat cafes. I’ve looked into it. Many cat cafes treat cats as profit-generating tools. The cats are often yed with and don’t get enough rest,” Lin Gantang said.
Understanding that this wasn’t just a passing idea, Lin Zhaonan nodded. “Cats prefer quiet ces, and bookstores are peaceful. If it’s well-nned, it’s feasible.”
“Are you nning to buy cats? Many people like aesthetically pleasing cats,” Lin Zhaonan asked.
“No,” Lin Gantang responded. “I’m nning to adopt from a shelter. Since the bookstore will have customers, I’ll choose cats with gentle temperaments. They are stray cats, and if they can find good homes through the bookstore, that would be even better.”
Many cats in shelters couldn’t find homes and were even euthanized due to the overwhelming number of cats and the inability of shelters to manage them.
Lin Zhaonan agreed. “Since you have a n, go ahead boldly. Choosing cats, ensuring their health, selecting a storeyout, and hiring staff, there’s a lot to do. If you need assistance, let me know.”
“Thank you, brother.”
The word “brother” held a closeness that brought a slight warmth to Lin Zhaonan’s typicallyposed face.
His sister was still the kind-hearted girl from before. Despite past family turmoil, her nature remained unchanged.
Upon learning of Lin Gantang’s new n, Mr. Lin had Assistant Liue over to help her.
With the business model confirmed, Assistant Liu found a spacious two-story shop near Hejiang Square on Hejiang Road. The shop had ample space for the cats to roam.
When Lin Gantang went to inspect it, she spotted the distant Ferris wheel and the flowing Yuanshui River.
She snapped a photo and sent it with the caption, “The bookstore will be here. Is it close to your home?”
The emoji’s rabbit character danced around merrily.
Wen Yanqing opened the image, recognized the location, and smiled..