After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

Chapter 783: Chapter 783: Oh, You’re Anxious, You’re Anxious

If Zhaonan heard this, he’d probably fall flat on the floor.

Moved? He was too scared to move an inch.

Zhaonan stayed at the villa for half the day, and after resting for a while, he heard that Gantang was baking cookies, so he left the guest room to wait in the living room, thinking that aside from being tough on the race track, his little sister was being incredibly thoughtful, knowing he’d arrived and baking cookies for him while he rested. freewebnøvel.coɱ

His affection for her wasn’t misplaced.

Zhaonan happily awaited, occasionally glancing toward the kitchen.

Yanqing sat opposite him, with four cats gathered around him, and not a single one of them willing to cozy up to Zhaonan.

Zhaonan caught sight of the cat treats on the coffee table, took out some dried meat to lure the cats over.

But none of the other cats even bothered to look at him, only Ximi made a soft, gentle meow and approached to rub against him.

It had been a while since Zhaonan had seen Ximi, and he was still shocked by its abstract appearance. With a hiss, he threw the dried meat towards Yanqing’s feet and averted his eyes.

No, go away, don’t come over here!

Now that he was here, Gantang planned to have Zhaonan stay for dinner before leaving.

She came out holding the baked cookies, tested the temperature of one, felt it was just right, and then brought it to Yanqing’s mouth.

Zhaonan, used to seeing the couple’s mushy behavior, ignored it and reached out for a cookie.

Gantang glanced at him, gave him a small one, then neatly packed up the rest, turning up her nose at him, “How old are you, still craving your wife’s treats?”

“?” Zhaonan: “I’ve waited half a day, and I get nothing? Gantang, aren’t you being too biased?”

“Didn’t I give you one? Yanqing only got one as well,” Gantang hummed. “I only made these because Tongtong mentioned wanting to try them. If you wanted some, couldn’t you have just bought them? I only baked them right now so you could take them back to Tongtong on your way out.”

Zhaonan thought about it and since the cookies would eventually end up in his hands anyway, he wasn’t in a hurry. He could enjoy them slowly in the car.

In the end, he watched as Gantang sealed the cookie jar with tape.

“Who are you guarding against?” Zhaonan asked irritably.

“Don’t get mad,” Gantang was in high spirits. “Tongtong said you were working out and needed to control your carb intake, so your thoughtful little sister specially didn’t prepare any for you.”

Yanqing laughed quietly by the side.

Zhaonan felt gloomy. “When did the two of you get along so well that she even discusses my fitness with you?”

Gantang hummed a tune: “That’s not all, I even know you have a monthly allowance of six six six.”

“Gantang, shut up. Don’t chat nonsense with Tongtong anymore!”

“Oh, you’re getting worked up, getting worked up. I’ll tell your wife later that 250 is enough for you.”

Zhaonan wanted to strangle her. Why was it that everyone else’s little sister was sweet and gentle, while his had to be so irritating?

Yanqing pitched in to help: “As a company manager, Zhaonan inevitably needs to entertain and ends up spending quite a lot.”

Glad to finally have someone speaking up for him, Zhaonan nodded immediately: “Exactly.”

“So, Tangtang, don’t make any rash suggestions,” Yanqing said softly.

“Yanqing is so right.”

Look at Yanqing, so sensible!

Gantang eyed the pair suspiciously, as they smoothly played off each other.

“I smell something sweet. Are you still baking something in the kitchen?” Yanqing suddenly asked.

“Yes, I also made something else for us to eat. It should be ready, I’ll go check,” Gantang got up and headed to the kitchen.

After her footsteps faded, Yanqing said to Zhaonan with a smile, “Brother, are you short on cash? I’ve got some, do you want it? There’s no catch, no usury, just one small request.”

Zhaonan was skeptical: “I don’t believe it, I feel like your pockets are probably even emptier than mine.”