Chapter 1008: Chapter 1008: You Wouldn’t Be Thinking of Him in My Arms

Le Yu felt that the calm Che Qin in front of him was even more disconcerting than the one who had pushed him, scolded him, and stormed away from the mall in anger.

Le Yu knew she had made up her mind.

“Qinqin, can you give me another chance?” Le Yu said, disheartened.

“You should go, it’s late.” Che Qin’s eyes reddened, she turned away, back facing him: “There are gloves in the suitcase, wear them.”

The gloves had been knitted by her during her lunch break at the gallery, stitch by stitch, because she was afraid his hands would get frostbitten while delivering packages.

But she felt there was no need to say it.

When the door closed again, Le Yu’s heart felt lost, hollow inside.

The north wind carried snowflakes, leaving a shallow layer of white on the ground.

Lin Gantang stood in front of the window, watching the snowstorm, and lamented for the unlucky Le Yu for three seconds: “It’s the perfect time to cuddle with a partner for warmth, why break up now?”

Wen Yanqing, who had just finished showering, happened to hear this and walked over slowly, saying in a gentle voice, “It must be very fortunate to be a friend of Tangtang, to be thought of and cared about by you.”

“I’m quite envious.” Wen Yanqing sighed, “Unlike me, I don’t have any female friends I can chat with.”

Lin Gantang was embraced by him, she looked up into his eyes and then slightly tilted her head, why did his tone sound strange?

Wen Yanqing drew the curtains, bent down, pressing his forehead against her fair one, a little aggrieved: “Thinking about another man in the middle of the night?”

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His moist forehead touched her skin, cool to the touch; he nuzzled against her, and Lin Gantang moved back: “Nah.”

“I heard you mention Le Yu.” Wen Yanqing’s arms tensed, not allowing her to dodge, his actions firm, yet his tone pitiable: “You’ve been thinking about him from the mall, all the way home, up to now.”

“…Are you jealous?” Lin Gantang finally realized, her mouth opened slightly in surprise: “But it’s totally unreasonable to be jealous over him, right?”

Wen Yanqing lowered his head and gently captured her lips, emphasizing softly, “I’m not.”

Lin Gantang: Looks like he is even more so.

Lin Gantang cradled his face: “Do you think he can compare to you? I’m not blind.”

Wen Yanqing thought about it seriously: “At least he can make girls like him, which is a lot better than me.”

Lin Gantang: That’s a trait I could do without.

“But Tangtang, why can he so casually ask whether someone loves him or not?” Wen Yanqing showed a timely expression of confusion, then furrowed his brow: “Has he said that to many women? That would be terrible.”

Lin Gantang suddenly remembered Le Yu wailing in WeChat that she no longer loved him.

“He must be sick.” Lin Gantang shivered with determination.

Love him my ass, still saying my husband is fierce.

Lin Gantang looked at the man before her with a tender gaze–

Nonsense! How could her husband be fierce? Her husband is clearly feeling wronged!

“Let’s not bother with him.” Lin Gantang hugged her own husband to console him: “His mouth is foul, his brain spasms, and he’s not even one-tenth as good as you! The best man in the whole world is already in my arms!”

Wen Yanqing’s smile lifted, and his dimples appeared.

Then he remembered with annoyance, “But you brought back his portrait, it must be an important painting, otherwise Tangtang wouldn’t keep it at home, right?”

Wen Yanqing generously said, “How about this, I’ll return it to him for you, Tangtang won’t be angry, right?”

“Yes, yes, yes, I’ll listen to you.” What else could a husband who just got jealous do but agree?

Wen Yanqing suppressed a smile, and pulled her up, toward the bed: “I knew it, you wouldn’t think of him while in my arms.”

Lin Gantang: The guilt is killing me, I must not let my dear husband feel the slightest bit of sadness ever again.