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As soon as he got into the car, his cell phone began ringing nonstop. Wen Rendong glanced at the caller ID and answered with an expressionless face.

“Uncle Dong,” a coquettish voice came through the phone.

Wen Rendong said, “Get to the point.”

“People haven’t seen you for so long~”

Normally, Wen Rendong adored such a whiny voice, but this time he was a bit annoyed, “I’m busy, if you’ve run out of money find another sugar daddy, and don’t contact me again in the future.”

Wen Rendong had more important things to do. He was busy building an amusement park, the playground for his little darling in the future. There couldn’t be the slightest error, which meant he needed to supervise it closely and carefully, right?

Who had time for lovey-dovey talk?

Wen Rendong ruthlessly hung up the phone.

After sending Wen Yanqing to the car, Lin Gantang went back to the living room as the bookstore wasn’t open for business yet, so there was no need to head there too early.

She sat cross-legged on the carpet, playing with toys with little Yi’an.

She deliberately hung a plastic ring on Yi’an’s ear, only for it to clatter to the ground accidentally, causing little Yi’an to chuckle.

Lin Gantang did it again, and after the ring fell once more, Yi’an still laughed, endlessly amused, cracking Lin Gantang up as well.

Jiang Tongtong was filming beside them, her eyes filled with love for the baby, her smile radiant and soft.

Ever since Jiang Tongtong found her balance and made a choice between her work and family, her postpartum anxiety gradually improved. Coupled with Lin Zhaonan’s respect and affection, she tried to make friends with the young ladies in the circle, and now the light in her eyes was more confident, her condition much improved from before.

Lin Gantang was very pleased to see such a change in her.

“There’s a classical concert the day after tomorrow, do you want to go? I have tickets,” Lin Gantang asked her.

“Classical music?” Jiang Tongtong admitted shyly, “I don’t really understand music appreciation.”

Children from wealthy families are exposed to all kinds of art from an early age, but Jiang Tongtong was different. At most, she listened to some songs on her phone—she couldn’t play instruments and didn’t understand the various elements of music.

“Don’t worry too much about it, if you want to go, come with me, we’ll have company.” Lin Gantang tilted her chin, “We don’t have to understand, just go listen, put on airs, make it look like we have high taste.”

“Pfft,” Jiang Tongtong laughed behind her hand.

She knew Lin Gantang was coaxing her to relax, and she was somewhat tempted, “Yanqing isn’t going?”

“He has a business trip the day after tomorrow, does my brother have time? Maybe he wants to join?”

“He probably won’t have time; the company just took on a new project, and it’s hard for him to get away.”

“Did you and my brother ever go to a concert together before?” Lin Gantang asked.

Jiang Tongtong shook her head, “He invited me once, but we had just started dating at that time, and I didn’t really want to go to a concert.”

She didn’t go to various banquets and parties much either.

At that time, being with Lin Zhaonan, she was aware of the gap in their family backgrounds and didn’t expect their relationship to last. Jiang Tongtong feared that if she got used to the lifestyle of the upper class, it would be difficult to return to an ordinary life after a separation.

So she simply chose not to engage, to prevent her heart from wandering too far.

“It doesn’t mean you’ll never want to go just because you didn’t want to once, did he stop asking after you said no once? It’s odd that my blunt brother managed to get married.”

Lin Gantang’s teasing made Jiang Tongtong burst into laughter.

“Zhaonan is really good,” Jiang Tongtong admitted with a touch of shyness.

“Forget about them, let them be busy,” Lin Gantang said with a beaming smile, “Yanqing will be away for a few days on a business trip; I’ll stay at my parents’. Have you made any plans? If not, how about we go shopping, watch a movie, and take Yi’an for a picnic?”

Jiang Tongtong’s eyes sparkled brightly, “Sure, I haven’t made any plans.”