Chapter 167: You Must Treat Him Better
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Wasn’t it the case? Why did you hang up?
Lin Gantang put down her phone and shook her head.
What did she say wrong? Wen Yanqing was gentler than anyone else. With such a boyfriend, if she still had fun with other men all day long, wouldn’t she be letting Wen Yanqing down?
He’s so good. I have to treat him better.
Lin Gantang walked into the kitchen and saw Wen Yanqing with an apron on, mixing the fillings. The dumpling skins were neatly rolled out.
The family gave Aunt Zhang a break, and Lin Zhaonan and the others were not around. Lin Gantang said that she wanted to eat dumplings, so Wen Yanqing found the ingredients in the kitchen.
He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his well-defined and powerful forearms as he focused on the matter in front of him.
Lin Gantang hugged his waist from behind. Wen Yanqing turned around and his eyes were filled with tenderness that could envelop her inch by inch. “Hungry?”
“No, I’m here to help you.” Lin Gantang let go of him and went to wash her hands and wrap the dumplings.
Wen Yanqing pulled her over and kissed her. Lin Gantang exclaimed, “Be careful not to spill it!”
Wen Yanqing laughed.
The third day of the new year happily and comfortably passed in a blink of an eye.
Le Yu’s father was probably another person who was happy during this holiday.
Le Guangkai joyfully called Le Yu back and patted his shoulder excitedly. “Good boy! Good kid! You’re too capable and promising. Just like me, just like me, hahaha…”
Le Yu, who had been having fun and was called home by his father, grimaced. “Dad, Dad, Dad, it hurts! 1 haven’t caused any trouble recently. Why did you hit me?”
“I’m not beating you. Dad’s happy.” Le Guangkai was overjoyed. He paced a few steps and then stopped. The more he thought about it, the more delighted he became.
He got hit no matter whether his father was happy or not; Le Yu jumped a few steps away and touched the spot that had been slapped numb by his father. He hissed, “What are you happy about? I thought you wanted to kill me.”
“The last time you brought back Mr. Wen’s business card, I contacted him and mentioned the project in the north of the city. What do you think happened? I think it’ll work!” Le Guangkai laughed. “We are in contact to discuss specific matters. Le Yu, my good son, you’re good!”
Le Yu was frightened by the words ‘good son’. “No, no, no. It’s the company’s outstanding ability. It’s all to your credit, Dad.”
“Not bad, not bad. You know how to be humble. Tell Dad how you did it. I didn’t see anyone for a week.” Le Guangkai sighed.
Le Yu scratched his head. “I was doing odd jobs in the bookstore. I didn’t see Mr. Wen either. In the end, it was Gantang who called Mr. Wen over. That was how 1 got his business card.”
When his father mentioned this, Le Yu couldn’t help but pour out his grievances. He told his father about how he worked so hard and how he was forced to study when he met Mr. Lin on the way.
Then, he asked expectantly, “Since you said 1 made a contribution, why don’t you give me a reward?”
“What do you want?”
Le Yu’s face lit up when he saw that there was a chance. “The track at Mount Qinghe has been repaired. I want a supercar.”
“Let’s not talk about this first. Don’t play around for now. Go to the bookstore and build a good relationship with Lin Gantang.” Mr. Le planned excitedly.
Le Yu was unwilling. “Build a good relationship? Dad, you’re too realistic.” “What do you mean realistic? 1’11 let you sell your labor in exchange for an opportunity. By the way, where’s the book that Gantang’s father gave you? If he was willing to teach you, then be happy. Hurry up and go to the bookstore to learn.” Le Guangkai urged.
Le Yu felt a headache coming on. “Gantang runs a bookstore, not a library. What is there to study?”
“The Le family needs your contribution now. Do you still want the supercar?” Mr. Le chased Le Yu out.
“I don’t want it.” Le Yu struggled.
“No, you want it; leave quickly!”
Le Yu clung to the door and wanted to cry..
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