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Tan Huiya really seemed pitiable in this matter. She couldn’t fight against the scheming of her uncles and aunts, and her brother, far away in C City, had kicked her out; there was no way he could help her. She had no choice but to run.

But since she had repeatedly tried to break Yi Qian and Wen Yanqing up, Lin Gantang naturally had no sympathy for her, treating the whole situation like a drama she was watching.

Every villain is ground by a bigger villain. Tan Huiya schemed against others, never expecting that one day she would be counter-schemed even more ruthlessly, right?

Lin Gantang hung up the phone and remembered the biscuits she had forgotten on the first floor. She turned and went downstairs to get them.

She saw Wen Rendong in the living room, looking quite interested in the contents of the takeout box on the table.

When he saw Lin Gantang come down, he asked, “Is this what you and Yanqing brought back from outside? Can it be eaten?”

It could be eaten, but… Lin Gantang couldn’t believe that there was really someone interested in her dad’s “dark” cooking.

“May I try some?”

“Of course.” But, are you serious?

Wen Rendong picked up a biscuit, bit into it, savored it carefully, and expressed his approval, “Which chef’s brilliant idea was this? The flavor is quite novel.”

Lin Gantang: Well… as long as you like it.

The next day.

In the morning, Yi Qian came over, and Wen Yanqing finished dealing with matters by the afternoon. Then, he headed to Mount Qinghe with Lin Gantang.

On the way, Lin Gantang whimsically asked, “Yin Zhen and her friend Si Tijin’s manor doesn’t have a name, and they just casually call it Qinghe Manor. Should we give our manor a name?”

If they were to name it, they certainly couldn’t be as perfunctory as the previous two.

Feeling the cool breeze blowing in from the car window and smelling the fresh air unique to the mountains, Wen Yanqing heard Lin Gantang’s question and revealed a gentle, shallow smile, “No need for a name. Any place with you is called home.”

Lin Gantang’s heartbeat suddenly quickened.

Upon reaching the manor, Lin Gantang discovered that Mr. Lin had purchased the property right next to Si Tijin’s.

The estate was built around the mountain and water, with the house and various viewing spots already completed, ready for occupancy at any time. Lin Gantang’s favorite spot was an eastward-facing pavilion that offered a broad view of the distant mountains and waters, creating a sense of boundless serenity.

Wen Yanqing, unable to see, listened as Lin Gantang described, “Do you remember what Yin Zhen’s place looks like? The architecture here shares a similar style with hers. Standing where we are, the most eye-catching feature is the path of flowers in front of us, full of magnificent purples and rich reds.”

Wen Yanqing looked down at the flower path on either side, his vision a blur.

“I don’t understand feng shui, but it indeed feels refreshing to be here. It’s a pity it’s so far from where you work.” Lin Gantang took his hand, “Let’s go inside and look around, pick a room we like to be ours.”

As they climbed the stairs, Wen Yanqing stumbled and nearly fell. Lin Gantang steadied him nervously, “Be careful.”

“It’s nothing.”

The darkness that suddenly overcame his vision made Wen Yanqing lower his eyes, “Shall we rest for a bit? The manor is quite large. Let’s sit a while and then continue looking.”

Lin Gantang naturally agreed, linking her arm with his and walking to the nearest pavilion by the water to sit down.

“Do you like lotus?” Wen Yanqing sensed the scent of lake water amidst the breeze, “Let’s plant some. They look quite nice.”

“You like them?”

Wen Yanqing smiled and reminisced, “I like lotus pods and water caltrops. Many families in the town planted them when I was young. When they ripened, picking them was our favorite pastime.”

Wen Yanqing’s childhood was entirely different from hers. Lin Gantang could only imagine such scenes. She tilted her head to see Wen Yanqing’s nostalgic smile, and her brows and eyes curved, “I’ll have both the lotus and water caltrops planted. By next year, they should be ready to pick, right?”

A memory beautiful enough to linger in his mind until now must have been truly wonderful..