Chapter 751: Chapter 751: My God, She’s Willing to Marry Like This?

At that moment, Uncle Peng, carrying two potted roses with soil on them, walked by nearby, catching Mr. Lin’s attention. He went over to inquire and found out that a few of the transplanted roses were not surviving and were going to be replaced.

Mr. Lin was quite interested and experienced in rose cultivation, so he no longer wandered around and instead walked together with Uncle Peng.

Lin Gantang watched as her father suddenly changed his mind and reluctantly followed him.

Returning in front of the main building, Mr. Lin scrutinized the roses in the soil, examining them with focused attention, while Lin Gantang, seeing him occupied with his interest, went inside to sit.

Wen Yanqing, hearing her footsteps, said, “Tangtang, come and eat some mangosteen.”

Lin Gantang’s eyes lit up, and she ran over with pitter-patter footsteps.

“I heard your phone ring.” Wen Yanqing said.

“It’s probably a message from the group.” Lin Gantang took out her phone and glanced at it casually, only to find that the group was discussing Lin Jingqi’s wedding plans.

Hong Shuangying posted the most: ［My sister accompanied Gan Wenyu to try on wedding dresses. It must be Lin Jingqi she’s marrying. She hasn’t met any other men recently.］

Hong Shuangying was always quite accurate with her gossip, so Lin Gantang read on.

［Her father doesn’t think highly of Lin Jingqi. Now that he’s marrying off his daughter, he’s going to ask for a hefty bride price, right?］

［What bride price? Lin Jingqi’s family has already said they have no money, take it or leave it, he’s not desperate to marry Gan Wenyu.］

［My goodness, and Gan Wenyu is still willing to marry him?］

［Hasn’t she already tried on the wedding dress? If the groom’s side refuses to give the bride price, the Gan family says they won’t provide a dowry. When she marries into their family, it’s certain she’ll be mistreated later on.］

The group, full of familiar people, chattered on about Gan Wenyu’s wedding, and Lin Gantang thought about how her father hadn’t even mentioned it all morning.

If everyone outside knew, her father must know too, but he probably felt there was no need to talk about it.

Lin Gantang followed her father’s lead and paid no attention, nor did she make any comments.

She peeled mangosteen for Wen Yanqing and ate one herself, casually opening Moments.

Three hours ago, Ye Qiuqiu had posted an update with a picture showing a pediatric clinic in a hospital.

Lin Gantang made a call right away, and Ye Qiuqiu answered quickly: “Gantang.”

“Did I disturb you?”

“No, I just finished being busy.”

Lin Gantang asked, “Is Qianqian sick?”

“Pneumonia.” Ye Qiuqiu said, “Today is the second day. She just finished her IV. It took half a day of crying before I could coax her to sleep.”

“You sound very tired.” Lin Gantang said worriedly, “Have you not rested these past two nights?”

“I dare not sleep.” Ye Qiuqiu sighed, “Haobo is away on a business trip, and I’m alone with the child. I’m afraid she might run a high fever in the middle of the night, so I can’t close my eyes.”

“You should have your mother-in-law take care of her during the day so you can get some sleep,” Lin Gantang frowned. “You can’t keep staying up day and night; it will be too much for your body to handle.”

“I didn’t ask her to help.” Ye Qiuqiu’s emotions clearly fluctuated as she spoke, “You have no idea. Yesterday, the doctor said the baby is young and the fever is somewhat severe, suggesting hospitalization for observation. Guess what happened? I was at the hospital dealing with the admission procedures, and my mother-in-law, without asking a single question, just took the child and went home.”

“She said the doctors are just scaring people to make money, that the child from the next alley got better at home just taking medicine. I was so angry I ended up arguing with her. Now, Qianqian and I are alone at the hospital. She’s holding a grudge because we argued, and even delivering three meals a day is done grudgingly.”

As she spoke, Ye Qiuqiu’s eyes reddened, “I simply told her not to bother delivering meals anymore. I’m already exhausted taking care of the child, and I have to watch her face too? Plus, it saves her from complaining to the neighbors about my bad temper and how hard it is for her.”

“So what do you eat?” Lin Gantang was concerned.

“I order takeout. The delivery guys are more considerate than she is, even helping me open the meal boxes when they see me holding the child.”