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Auntie Zhang had already set the dinner table, and the family sat together amid lively chatter.

Mr. Lin was in a good mood and brought out some wine, which no one stopped him from doing.

“Yanqing, want a drink?” Mr. Lin poured a glass of wine.

“I’ve just recovered from an illness, so I’d better not drink.” Wen Yanqing passed the wine glass to Lin Zhaonan: “Zhaonan, will you drink with Dad?”

Lin Zhaonan cocked his ear to the side: “What?”

Wen Yanqing laughed lightly: “Big brother, how about a drink?”

“Ah, sure, I should keep Dad company.” Lin Zhaonan’s expression was both satisfied and smug.

Lin Gantang saw the obnoxious look on his face and really wanted to stomp on him.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was harmonious, and with Wen Yanqing’s eyesight restored, things were back to normal. Just like before, he meticulously picked out the bones from the fish for Lin Gantang and placed the meat in her bowl.

Mr. Lin had only heard about his restored vision, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he was completely relieved, knowing well that one couldn’t undertake the task of deboning fish without clear sight.

Mr. Lin thought about Yanqing’s improvement, and his daughter’s persistence had paid off, resulting in joy for everyone.

He was so happy that, since he couldn’t entice Wen Yanqing to drink, he kept pouring wine into Lin Zhaonan’s glass, ending up with Lin Zhaonan drinking quite a bit.

“Dad, you should drink less.” Lin Zhaonan said.

“Dad hasn’t drunk much, Dad likes to watch you drink, it’s satisfying.” Mr. Lin was excited: “Come on, drink some more for Dad.”

Lin Zhaonan: “…When did you develop this hobby?” Watching others drink without drinking yourself, is that something you would say?

Lin Gantang watched the excitement with great interest from the sidelines.

After dinner, Jiang Tongtong carried Little Yi’an downstairs.

Mr. Lin took the child and handed him to Wen Yanqing: “Take a look, hasn’t Xiao An grown a lot? Do you think he now looks more like Tongtong or Zhaonan?”

Wen Yanqing hadn’t seen Lin Yi’an for a while and gently picked him up, looking at his tender and cute face: “Yi’an looks like his dad.”

Lin Zhaonan was smug on the side: “My son, of course he looks like me.”

Mr. Lin sat down on a single-seat sofa and asked Wen Yanqing: “Has your vision recovery been made public?”

“I think there’s no need to specifically mention it to outsiders, I’m working normally every day, and those who are attentive will know.”

Mr. Lin nodded.

Seeing Wen Yanqing playing with the child, Mr. Lin turned to Lin Gantang: “Come with Dad to the study.”

Lin Gantang had no idea why her father was calling her and followed him upstairs step by step.

Entering the study, Mr. Lin took some documents out of the drawer: “Take this, bring it back and keep it safe.”

“What is this?” Lin Gantang asked as she unfolded the document: “Share transfer?”

Mr. Lin spoke succinctly and clearly: “Dowry.”

He also took out several certificates and bank cards: “There’s also property, you should go take a look when you’re free. You’re not interested in managing the company, otherwise, I was thinking of buying you a company to play with. Here are a few funds and financial products I’ve bought for you, along with some cash in the cards for you to keep.”

“Dad, why have you given me so much?” Just that share transfer document alone made Lin Gantang feel quite heavy.

“The Lin family can’t be stingy when marrying off a daughter,” Mr. Lin said. “Rest assured, I’ve talked about these things with your brother and sister-in-law. The funds and financial products were even bought by your brother for you. He said he’d be sending you a new car later. As for the rest, I’ll add whatever comes to mind later.”

Lin Gantang looked at the items before her, feeling moved.

“Have you done a prenuptial property notarization?” Mr. Lin suddenly thought of this matter.

Lin Gantang shook her head: “No.”