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Early in the morning, Lin Gantang glanced at her phone with a sense of grogginess. She realized that she had forgotten to charge it the previous night, and as a result, it had run out of battery.

She charged her phone, stifled a yawn, and proceeded to wash up. Afterward, she changed into fresh clothes and opened her door to head downstairs for breakfast.

To her surprise, Little Leopard Flower had grown even larger. It had managed to escape from its small bamboo basket again and was now scratching at her door.

Lin Gantang picked it up and rubbed its belly. She then turned to the room next door and opened the goat milk powder to make some kitten food.

Little Leopard Flower, with its pink tongue, eagerly lapped up the milk, leaving a ring of milk stains around its mouth.

“As you grow a bit more, I’ll have to find you a new home,” Lin Gantang murmured while giving the little cat a fond rub.

Lin Gantang found a cat collar from the newly bought pet supplies and carefully fastened it around the furry creature’s neck.

Despite its boundless energy and curiosity, the Little Leopard Flower didn’t appear to mind the collar, which gave Lin Gantang some peace of mind.

Lin Zhaonan and Jiang Tongtong had left the house. Jiang Tongtong had expressed a preference for a Western-style wedding, so the couple planned to visit the wedding hall to inspect the venue. Afterward, they intended to have their assistant contact a planning company.

With Mr. Lin having recovered from his health issue, he was considering returning to work at the company.

Up early, he had already finished his breakfast and was engrossed in reading the morning newspaper as he awaited Lin Gantang’s leisurely descent.

“Did you go out to have fun last night?” Mr. Lin inquired.

“Yes,” Lin Gantang responded as she dished out a bowl of porridge.

“Having fun is fine, but avoid staying out too late at night. Remember to come home.”

“Sure thing.”

Mr. Lin continued reading the newspaper but eventually found it hard to concentrate. He glanced over at his daughter, who was thoroughly enjoying her meal, and hesitated before he spoke.

Meanwhile, Lin Gantang’s thoughts were preoccupied with matters related to the bookstore, and she hadn’t noticed her father’s internal struggle.

“You…” Mr. Lin finally snapped out of his reverie, having seen Lin Gantang’s post on Moments from the previous night. He had been sitting there, waiting for her to come down so he could inquire, “Are you in a relationship?”

Lin Gantang lifted her gaze from her bowl of porridge. “You know?”

Indeed, young people getting into relationships was commonplace. At 23, Lin Gantang’s age, dating and eventually marrying were quite normal.

With Lin Gantang’s mother no longer around, Mr. Lin was deeply concerned about his children’s emotional lives. He probed gently, “Is he from C City?” “Yes, a local,” confirmed Lin Gantang.

Seeing that Lin Gantang did not avoid or reject this question, Mr. Lin felt more at ease. “Just started?”

“Yes.”

“What does he do for a living? How well-off is his family?” Mr. Lin’s questions continued.

Taking a moment to consider, Lin Gantang replied, “His family’s situation is a bit better off than ours. He works in his own company.”

Mr. Lin’s next concern was whether the young man was presentable. Could someone with a comfortable background truly be interested in his daughter? He asked cautiously, “He doesn’t look unattractive, does he?”

Lin Gantang almost choked on her porridge, finding her father’s concern amusing. “He’s very handsome, about as tall as my brother. Don’t worry.” However, Mr. Lin couldn’t guess the young man’s identity. “Have I met him?” “You met him before,” Lin Gantang stated casually. “You have met him many times.”

Tsk, he was a frequent visitor to the house. Could he have been among her daughter’s former friends? Mr. Lin’s attempts at guessing the young man’s identity proved futile. He couldn’t match the details she provided with any specific individual. He decided to try another angle, asking, “So, how many family members does he have?”

Amused by her father’s line of questioning, Lin Gantang stirred her porridge. “Dad, why not just ask me who he is?”

Her evasive answer didn’t go unnoticed by Mr. Lin. He set aside the newspaper and stood up, preparing to leave for the office. “Since you’ve taken a liking to him, what’s the use of me knowing who he is? Could it be Yanqing? Sigh…” A small sigh held within it a great deal of regret.

Lin Gantang picked up a steamed bun. “It’s him.”

Mr. Lin nearly stumbled to the ground.

Lin Gantang quickly helped him up. “Dad, you seem a little excited..”