Chapter 812: Chapter 812 I watch you intently

A close call, but no harm done.

At a crucial moment, Wen Yanqing pulled Lin Gantang back in time.

The sedan that nearly hit them didn’t slow down at all, swerving off the sidewalk and nearly colliding with another passing vehicle, speeding away amid the blaring horns.

The sedan passed by so close that Lin Gantang was terrified, her face as pale as paper.

She fell into Wen Yanqing’s arms, feeling cold in her limbs and a sweaty chill on her back, her mind going blank for a moment.

“Are you okay?” Upon closer listening, Wen Yanqing’s voice trembled.

Lin Gantang heard the violent pounding of his heart, and her startled soul slowly returned to her.

She clung to his clothes, still shaken: “I’m fine.”

Wen Yanqing looked down at her and saw the color drained from her lips, heartbroken, he hugged her tightly, his gaze following the escaping car.

“Sir, did you get hit?” The driver who got out of the car after them also witnessed the terrifying scene and ran over, scared stiff.

“No, let’s get back,” Wen Yanqing replied.

Lin Gantang was truly frightened; the disaster had been a hair’s breadth away.

Back at home, she sat quietly on the sofa with a cup of hot water in hand, gradually coming to her senses.

Wen Yanqing made a call from the balcony, his gaze somber: “Contact the person, get the surveillance, check the details, the license plate number is…”

The person on the phone agreed.

It wasn’t long before Lin Gantang heard the sound of Wen Yanqing’s footsteps, and she looked up to see him sitting next to her.

As Lin Gantang’s fearful feelings slowly calmed down, her mind raced with growing suspicion.

She looked at Wen Yanqing again, intently observing his eyes, as if pondering something.

Wen Yanqing felt a bit nervous under her intense gaze, pretending to sit calmly as if unaware of anything.

Lin Gantang leaned in closer.

Too close. Her delicate cheeks, clear eyes, fine nose, and soft, tender lips were all so near, each one tugging at his heart and tempting him to taste their sweetness.

Wen Yanqing, afraid of revealing himself, suppressed the urge to pull back when she approached unexpectedly; and as he watched her, he fought the urge to lean in and kiss those lips.

Lin Gantang’s gaze drifted over his slightly moving Adam’s apple and then settled back on his face, unwavering.

Without speaking, she just looked at him, putting Wen Yanqing under increasing pressure: “Tangtang?”

Lin Gantang moved back to her original spot: “Hmm?”

Her expression was normal, and Wen Yanqing relaxed his slightly tense posture: “Should I have the family doctor bring over some sedatives?”

“No need, I’m much better now,” Lin Gantang said, implying something: “You called me just for the medicine? Nothing else?”

“Is there something else?” Wen Yanqing asked.

“I thought there might be.” Lin Gantang replied.

Later in the evening, Aunt Zhong came over, prepared dinner and then left. During the meal, Lin Gantang kept watching Wen Yanqing, and at one point, picked up a piece of ginger with her chopsticks and brought it to Wen Yanqing’s lips.

Wen Yanqing opened his mouth and chewed for a moment before frowning and spitting it out to the side: “Why give me ginger? It’s spicy.”

Lin Gantang fixated on his eyes: “I got distracted, didn’t realize it was ginger, have this instead.”

She picked up a chicken bone from her bowl, which she had just nibbled on, and passed it to him.

Wen Yanqing crunched on it, frowning, revealing a puzzled look at her.

Lin Gantang thought to herself, He doesn’t mind eating it, either.