Chapter 707: Chapter 7071 Thought You Were Gone

Wen Rendong exhaled a puff of smoke.

His eyes lifted to see someone approaching, he took a few confirming glances, and was sure it was Lin Gantang.

As the figure drew closer, Wen Rendong called out to her, “Gantang.”

Lin Gantang stopped in her tracks, “Uncle Wen.”

“Looking for Yanqing, right? He’s on the terrace.”

Lin Gantang nodded and said okay, preparing to head over.

“There’s something I’d like to talk to you about,” Wen Rendong stopped her.

Lin Gantang stopped once more.

“Do you know why Yanqing’s mood is so negative?” he asked.

Lin Gantang cast down her clear eyes, “Because of his injury.”

“He hasn’t told you yet, but his condition is getting worse,” Wen Rendong looked down, watching his cigar burn away slowly, “I don’t know what it will turn into. He didn’t sleep well last night. Go and see him.”

A thud echoed in Lin Gantang’s heart.

“Hasn’t he been taking his medication properly? The treatment prescribed by his doctor?” Lin Gantang asked.

Wen Rendong could not give a straight answer, “That… he should have taken it, right? I haven’t paid attention.”

After hearing this, Lin Gantang quickened her pace towards the residence.

On her way, she ran into Aunt Zhong, who was carrying a meal to bring to the room. Seeing this, Lin Gantang asked, “Is it for Yanqing?”

Aunt Zhong, upon seeing Lin Gantang’s return, was first delighted and then replied, “Yes, Sir is on the terrace. I was going to bring it up to him.”

After a hesitant glance at Lin Gantang, she said, “Actually, Sir has had very little appetite these past few days, eating very little. Miss Lin, now that you’re back, could you persuade him to eat more?”

Lin Gantang took the food from her hands, “I’ll go.”

On the terrace.

Wen Yanqing heard the faint sound of a bell in the quiet surroundings, thinking it was a hallucination, yet he couldn’t help but listen attentively.

After losing his vision, his hearing had become more acute; he heard the bell, accompanied by approaching footsteps—it wasn’t an illusion.

Wen Yanqing’s downcast eyes lifted, a wave of joy spreading through his chest as he slowly turned his head.

Lin Gantang placed the meal on the casual table, silently opened it, and scooped up a spoonful to his lips.

“Tangtang…”

Lin Gantang didn’t respond, but fed it into his mouth.

Wen Yanqing knew that the person in front of him had to be Lin Gantang.

Lin Gantang fed him spoon by spoon. After finishing, she let Aunt Zhong clean up the dishes, and she turned to leave.

Wen Yanqing stood up abruptly, intending to follow, but his legs went numb and he felt his face pale as he collapsed back down.

His heart gradually sunk into an endless darkness.

Suddenly, a faint refreshing scent drifted past his nose, and Wen Yanqing heard her soft voice, “Open your mouth.”

Wen Yanqing held the pill in his mouth and found a cup of warm water being placed in his hand.

“I went to get your medicine, where did you think I was going?” she asked.

I thought you had left, Wen Yanqing didn’t say aloud.

“Let’s go back to the room to rest for a bit,” Lin Gantang remembered what Uncle Wen had said about him not resting well, so she began to lead him back to their room.

Wen Yanqing stood up cautiously, waiting for the discomfort in his legs to subside, before slowly following her back.

Lin Gantang had him sit at the edge of the bed. She grabbed a loose set of clothes for him to change into, pressed him down into the bed, pulled the covers over him, and lay down beside him, suggesting, “Don’t go anywhere later, stay with me and sleep for a while, I didn’t sleep well last night.”

Lin Gantang turned on her side on the bed, her eyes wide open, silently looking at Wen Yanqing.

Looking at his weary face, watching his hand carefully extend, wanting to envelop her in his embrace.

Lin Gantang didn’t move, letting him hold her.

After a long time, he quietly moved closer, and as he had on many previous nights, he gently gathered her in front of him, the two of them nestled against each other.

Wen Yanqing breathed in her light warm fragrance, reluctantly pulling her close.

He didn’t dare to ask why she had come back, nor did he dare to ask if she would leave again.