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However, Blackie lay calmly on the shelf, squinting and looking down at the boring humans below with disdain.

Bei Bei waved a cat toy below, trying to lure Blackie, but Blackie remained uninterested.

After a while, Bei Bei lost her patience. She glanced toward the door a few times before finally heading upstairs.

Wang Yingying picked out a few books about the media, and standing on her tiptoes, tried to reach the works on the top shelf. Lin Gantang happened to pass by and helped her get them.

Wang Yingying looked up at him; she was just over one meter fifty, gazing at Lin Gantang’s long and straight beautiful legs with envious tears.

“Gantang, is the air fresh up there?” Wang Yingying asked wistfully.

“Especially fresh.” Lin Gantang laughed ha-ha and handed her the books. “I heard from Shuangying that you’re studying interior design. Who are you picking these books for?”

“Thanks.” Wang Yingying caught the books and stacked them neatly. “My mum asked for them, though I have no clue what she needs them for. Since your store is open, I thought I’d come and have a look.”

She held the books and brought up Mr. Wen. “Mr. Wen didn’t come today?”

“He has a very important meeting and couldn’t make it,” Lin Gantang said.

At that moment, Bei Bei came up, just in time to overhear their conversation.

“Didn’t play with Blackie?” Lin Gantang looked at her.

Bei Bei’s expression fell. “It’s so aloof, it didn’t move at all.”

“Blackie is more of a quiet type,” Lin Gantang explained.

Since the shop staff wasn’t fully recruited yet, Lin Gantang chatted with them for a bit before going back to his own work.

Not long after Bei Bei and Wang Yingying left, Xu Bingxi arrived at the bookstore. Xu Bingxi came with a girl who looked gentle, walking shoulder to shoulder, quite close.

Seeing Lin Gantang eyeing both of them, Xu Bingxi introduced them upfront. “Gantang, meet Meng Shu, my girlfriend.”

After his initial surprise, Lin Gantang smiled. “Congratulations, you’re no longer single.”

Liu Mengshu appeared completely different from Bei Bei.

Liu Mengshu had long, waist-length hair, curved willow leaf eyebrows, eyes like almond blossoms, somewhat restrained, and she just smiled faintly.

Perhaps because they were not familiar with each other, she wasn’t very talkative at that time.

Recognizing their need for private time, Lin Gantang didn’t intrude on their date. “Feel free to browse around, and call me if you need anything.”

He moved forward, straightening some books that had been displaced by customers, and upon reaching the reading tables at the back, he saw a person sitting in a corner with a book propped up to cover their face, rapidly typing on a phone placed on the table, with a silly grin.

Lin Gantang silently gazed at Le Yu, wondering when this guy had arrived; he had no idea.

And he was grinning in a not-so-smart way.

“Ahem.” Lin Gantang tried to get his attention.

But Le Yu didn’t move.

“Le Yu,” Lin Gantang called to him.

Le Yu showed no reaction, as if he had blocked out all surrounding noise.

Lin Gantang cleared his throat emphatically, “Mr. Wen, you’re here.”

With a ‘bang’, the book fell down, and Le Yu clumsily put away his phone and stood up in a hurry, “Mr. Wen!”

Lin Gantang: …

Not seeing Wen Yanqing, Le Yu cautiously asked, “Where’s Mr. Wen?”

Lin Gantang pointed casually at a passing male customer. “Over there?”

Le Yu exhaled, “That’s not Mr. Wen.”

Lin Gantang inquired, earnestly seeking knowledge, “Couldn’t his surname be Wen?”

“You know I’m talking about your husband,” Le Yu shuddered in the moment just past, “You scared me to death, that was terrifying.”

“If you haven’t done anything shady, what are you afraid of?” Lin Gantang was incredulous.

Le Yu patted his startled heart, “Your husband has cast too great a shadow in my frail mind.”