Chapter 801: 801: Because I Can't Get Over My Conscience

“The bookstore is still a long way from its grand opening,” Lin Gantang said. “After you left, did you go to work at the cat café and bookstore?”

“I was more familiar with the bookstore’s work. After the fire, the manager from the cat café and bookstore came to ask me if I wanted to work there.” Xiao Yang scratched his face. “I have elderly parents above and young children below. I couldn’t afford to sit around and look for a new job slowly, so I impulsively agreed in the moment.”

Lin Gantang nodded in understanding. “Then why did you resign?”

Xiao Yang sighed. “Because I couldn’t reconcile it with my conscience. I had worked there for a while and found that the person in charge didn’t care about the cats’ lives. I advised them a few times, but ended up being alienated. I couldn’t stand their practices, nor did I want to take any more insults, so I simply quit.”

Xiao Yang knew the inside story from working there.

The cats at the cat café and bookstore were dressed up all pretty and shiny, but in reality, many had already been replaced. The cats that became unwell were either abandoned outright or quietly ditched when sick, only to die outside.

He had picked up two and brought them home; one didn’t make it and died, while the other is still on medication.

“If the boss is still willing to employ me, I don’t mind waiting,” Xiao Yang sincerely said. “I’m familiar with the business and don’t want to switch to another, and furthermore, my wife is about to give birth. Being jobless is just the right time to stay at home and accompany her through childbirth and confinement.”

“You’re really attentive to your wife,” Lin Gantang said. “When the bookstore reopens, I’ll be hiring again. Come for an interview then.”

Lin Gantang didn’t assure him of the job, but Xiao Yang was already very happy to hear these words.

After bidding farewell to Xiao Yang, the two continued on their way.

Lin Gantang thought of Xiao Yang, thought of Ye Qiuqiu, and reflected a bit. “If I hadn’t been born into the Lin family, I’d probably be just like them, busy with making a living from nine to five.”

“Everyone has it tough,” Wen Yanqing said.

After walking more than a hundred meters, Lin Gantang looked down the road ahead.

The unburned commercial street was still bustling, while the burned-down side was desolate.

She stopped in front of the empty shops.

The shop that was burned down to its blackened walls had been rebuilt, freshly painted white, and nearby facilities were also newly installed.

A few neighbors had already started renovating.

Lin Gantang went inside for a look around and planned to stick to the previous design, but she decided to do away with all the overhead daylight lamps.

After checking everything, Lin Gantang talked with the commercial center’s manager for a bit. When they came out, she asked Wen Yanqing, “Are you going back to the company to get busy?”

“Together?” Wen Yanqing asked.

“I need to visit Yin Zhen,” Lin Gantang said. “I’ll drop you off at the company first.”

Wen Yanqing said: I knew it.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Mmm, okay.” His tone was especially gentle as he agreed, then spoke again. “But you don’t need to drop me off. I am not busy this afternoon and plan to go back to the manor to pack some things and bring them to Yuanshui River.”

Lin Gantang couldn’t help but ask, “You’re moving back?”

“That’s right, I’ve rested for quite some time and I plan to get back to work. Living on the manor is too far away and inconvenient,” he said.

“So soon…” Lin Gantang felt a bit nostalgic for the tranquil days at the manor.

“I also think it’s a bit soon. But I have no choice, I need to earn money to support you,” Wen Yanqing thought for a moment, then showed a hint of regret. “Dad is going to the manor this weekend. It doesn’t seem right that I can’t personally entertain him and his friends, does it?”

Lin Gantang suddenly remembered the matter her dad had mentioned on the phone.

Her dad was coming to fish, and getting itchy to cook after catching some fish…

Lin Gantang shuddered deeply and immediately said, “Move, move over here today. I’ll go back with you.”

“You don’t have to, Tangtang. Didn’t you have an appointment with Yin Zhen?” Wen Yanqing spoke considerately. “Go on now, or Yin Zhen will get mad at you. She has a temper, not like me. I can understand Tangtang, it’s alright.”