Wen Yanqing was thankful that Gu Zhichuan didn't cherish her, because that allowed him to have Lin Gantang all to himself, making many of her firsts belong to him.
The car slowly made its way back to the Wen family residence, where Wen Yanqing carefully placed the roses that Lin Gantang had picked into a vase in the room.
Aunt Zhong watched the pair return home in good spirits, holding the brilliantly blooming roses and interacting intimately. She finally breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that things were amicable between them now. Those few days, even as an outsider, she had felt uneasy.
"Sir, your medicine," Aunt Zhong said as she set the medicine and warm water on the table. "You hadn't been at the Lin family's for long when a person named Wang Xianxiang came to look for you; having waited a while and learning that you weren't here, he left."
Wen Yanqing nodded to indicate that he understood.
