After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

Chapter 957: Chapter 957 Why do I feel a murderous aura?

For the past six months, Le Yu had been put through the wringer by his dad, going out in wind and rain. He hadn’t worn high fashion clothes again, and he stopped using that flashy hair gel, completely transforming from a hedonistic rich kid to a 996 corporate drone.

Lin Gantang eyed his courier uniform.

The ordeal his own father put him through was kind of harsh, and indeed pitiful.

Lin Gantang cleared his throat lightly, “You can’t blame me, after all, you were the one who started pretending to be poor.”

He was so convincing at playing broke, always crying to her about not having any money, that she almost forgot how he used to flaunt his wealth and splurge without a care.

When Wen Yanqing heard the words “pretending to be poor,” he gave him several looks.

“Got a girlfriend, huh…” Wen Yanqing repeated.

Feeling the scrutiny, Le Yu cautiously asked, “Can’t I, can’t I date?”

After he spoke, he immediately felt like crying.

No, that’s not right. Why was he asking for permission as if seeking approval? Wen Yanqing wasn’t his dad.

“Surely, someone who caught your eye must be a girl both beautiful and smart,” Wen Yanqing nodded in wholehearted agreement, “Having a girlfriend is good. If she’s suitable, you should get married quickly.”

Instead of bugging his Tangtang all day long, turning to her over every little thing and nagging his wife to death.

Le Yu was Lin Gantang’s closest friend of the opposite sex.

Wen Yanqing’s thoughts deepened as he considered this.

Lin Gantang wasn’t as preoccupied as Wen Yanqing; right now, she was simply astonished to learn that Che Qin was actually Le Yu’s girlfriend.

She reached out and pushed Wen Yanqing, who was standing between them, to the side, leaning in to speak to Le Yu, “How did you two get together? You’ve been really good at keeping it a secret.”

The pushed aside Wen Yanqing: “…”

His gaze grew colder.

Le Yu reached up to touch his neck. Why did it feel so chilly?

But when it came to his girlfriend, he had plenty to say.

Che Qin refused to go public because she was worried her dad might interfere, or that it might cause trouble for the Le family because of finances.

Le Yu respected Che Qin’s wishes and didn’t loudly announce their relationship, but after his dad sent him out to deliver packages, by coincidence, he was assigned to Mr. Che’s neighborhood and even personally delivered packages to his hands.

Mr. Che’s eyes widened when he saw him, clearly recognizing Le Yu on sight.

One month, two months, after delivering for a while, Mr. Che, who initially thought Le Yu was just a rich young master experiencing life, mentioned him to Che Qin. She calmly informed him that someone had been kicked out of his home.

Mr. Che’s gaze towards Le Yu changed after that.

Le Yu disapproved of the man’s self-centered nature, which made even dating a sneaky affair for him. The next time he saw Mr. Che, he intentionally let “Dad” slip out.

Lin Gantang listened to Le Yu’s tale with clear, bright eyes.

Le Yu remembered the shock in Mr. Che’s eyes, and laughed loudly, “He was totally flustered at that moment. He never expected Che Qin to be dating me, a poor man, and was too embarrassed to confront me about it, so he called her afterward.”

Of course, Che Qin’s “disappointing” actions enraged Mr. Che, but now he was broke, no longer the CEO with a small company, and the little money he had was given to him by Che Qin out of consideration for their father-daughter relationship, so he had no way to vent his anger.

“He was so mad he didn’t eat for days, probably holding out some hope, not believing my dad would actually kick me out. He even went to inquire about it,” Le Yu said slyly, “I openly called my dad asking for money in front of him. My dad was ruthless, instantly blocking me, saying there was a cousin in the house, and telling me to ‘go wherever I pleased’.”

Mr. Che mistook the cousin for Mr. Le’s new chosen heir.

Lin Gantang was silent for a good while. Seeing the carefree laughter of the person before her, she asked worriedly, “Your cousin… ”

Le Yu perked up, eagerly offering, “My cousin’s a foreigner, super handsome! 190, 190, 190! Want to meet him?”

Lin Gantang, who was leaning on Wen Yanqing’s arm toward Le Yu, pulled herself back and silently sat properly.

This idiot, always speaking without thinking.

No wonder Mr. Le would put him through the wringer for half a year and still refuse to take him back.

Le Yu: ? Why aren’t you speaking?

Is it my imagination? Why do I feel like there’s a murderous aura?