After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

After taking a shower, Lin Gantang unintentionally looked up while drawing the curtains and saw a sky full of stars.

Breezes of utmost comfort blew in, the early summer night tranquil and peaceful.

“Yanqing, there are so many stars out tonight,” Lin Gantang said, gazing unblinkingly at the sky.

Wen Yanqing slowly dried his hair. “Have you found the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd stars?” he asked.

“…Can’t find them.”

Other than the Big Dipper and the North Star she found the last time they went camping.

Lin Gantang fell silent, drew the curtains closed, took out the hairdryer, plugged it in and handed it to him, then lay on the bed and excitedly started playing a game.

Listening to the sounds of the game, Wen Yanqing lowered his head to touch the hairdryer in his hand and didn’t move.

“Why aren’t you blowing?” Lin Gantang caught a glimpse of him sitting there doing nothing.

Wen Yanqing pursed his lips. “Ever since Tangtang got the marriage certificate, you’ve changed. You don’t cherish me now that you have me.”

Lin Gantang was startled, her phone almost slipping from her hand.

“No, baby, I haven’t,” she said quickly, letting go of the phone and sitting up.

“Now you don’t even have the patience to blow-dry my hair,” Wen Yanqing moped.

Lin Gantang immediately picked up the hairdryer and turned it on.

Wen Yanqing tried to take it from her hand. “I can do it myself. I don’t want to force you.”

“The game is not as important as you. I’ll play later.” Lin Gantang held the hairdryer tightly and didn’t let go, pressing the switch to start the warm air. Halfway through drying, her phone’s screen lit up. Lin Gantang noticed but did not answer, and continued to blow-dry the rest of her hair.

The phone kept ringing tirelessly until Wen Yanqing took the call.

“Gantang,” Yin Zhen called from the other end.

Under the sound of the hairdryer, Wen Yanqing’s voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for the caller to hear: “Tangtang is busy; we’re in the middle of something.”

The words that were at the tip of Yin Zhen’s tongue got stuck. What kind of busy were they?

“I need to talk to Gantang,” she said, her face expressionless. “I’m not going to hang up just because you tell me to. If you don’t pass her the phone, I’m going to come over there and call her out right now.”

Wen Yanqing calmly extended the phone to Lin Gantang. “Yin Zhen is looking for you. Stop what you’re doing and take the call, my dear. She seems quite anxious.”

The gentle urging in his voice was almost unbelievable as something that could come from Wen Yanqing’s mouth.

Lin Gantang turned off the hairdryer and, with one hand, felt Wen Yanqing’s fully dry hair while she brought the phone to her ear with the other. “Zhenzhen, we just met this afternoon. Miss me already?”

Yin Zhen ignored her teasing and asked, “In the video you mentioned earlier, you said a detective named Vitamin E helped you find something. What’s his contact information?”

“You mean Xiao Wan? I’ll send you his number.” Lin Gantang casually asked, “Do you want to hire him for an investigation?”

“My mum’s Ragdoll cat has gone missing, and I want him to help us find it.”

“It got lost because someone wasn’t watching it properly?”

Yin Zhen’s expression darkened as she spoke: “It was my grandpa. Today, Little Ze tried to grab the cat’s tail, and he wasn’t gentle. The cat was in pain and scratched him, and my grandpa saw it and made Yin He throw the cat away.” Lin Gantang thought of that exceptionally quiet child and the biased old man.

“After my mum found out, she had a row with him. Everyone thought grandpa was right and questioned my mum’s motives, saying she indulged the cat in hurting people.” With anger towards them in her voice, Yin Zhen said, “They’re taking it out on my mum because they disapprove of her. Now that I’m at the Yin family’s place, I have to stand up for my mum no matter what!”

Lin Gantang hadn’t expected such a thing: “Is Auntie Ying okay?”

“My mum’s fine, but the cat is lost,” Yin Zhen sneered. “I’m going to find it not only for her, but I’ll also get my mum a dog, the kind that can bite.. If anyone dares to touch her again, I’ll have the dog rip them apart!”