Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 149 - 147: One Idle, One Virtuous

Chapter 149: Chapter 147: One Idle, One Virtuous

Breakfast was eaten quite late; neither of them felt hungry, so they dawdled until after twelve o’clock before He Fang got out of bed to start cooking.

Qin Guanglin sat at his desk, turned on the computer, and processed emails. His painting from last Dragon Boat Festival had gone through the judging process and was shortlisted for an excellence award.

Not bad.

First and second prizes were usually predetermined. Even if they weren’t, there were plenty of big shots in Luo City, so he never even considered those. Getting an excellence award was a surprise in itself.

With a prize of three thousand yuan, not much but not too little either, he wasn’t sure when they would finish processing it and deposit it into his account. When they did, he planned to take Teacher He out for a nice meal, which would be delightful.

"By the way, what was the name of that song about a lover you sang the other night?" Qin Guanglin shouted towards the kitchen and opened the browser to search again, almost forgetting about it.

The sound of He Fang chopping ribs stopped for a moment, "What did you say? Lover what?"

"You know, the song you sang. The wind that night blew, making my heart itch for you~ that one."

Qin Guanglin stood up and poked his head out of the door to sing a couple of lines, "It was really nice; I couldn’t find it when I searched for the lyrics last time."

"I forgot, don’t know when I heard it, how would I know what it’s called."

"Alright then."

Chop, chop, chop.

He Fang chopped a few more times on the ribs, then suddenly stopped and turned around, looking at the large head poking out from the bedroom door with a puzzled frown, "What are you doing?"

"I think you look especially good like this." Qin Guanglin leaned against the doorway, unwilling to go back, staring at He Fang busy in the kitchen.

For some reason, He Fang with her hair tied up and wearing an apron while working in the kitchen really tugged at his heartstrings, giving him the urge to hold her tight and rub her into his arms every time.

"Pfft, such virtue."

He Fang pursed her lips, turned back, and continued with her work, while Qin Guanglin watched for a while longer, then couldn’t help but walk over, wrap his arms around her from behind, and hug her tightly. The soft body in his arms made him sigh with satisfaction, "Why are you so good?"

"Stop messing around, go back to the bedroom."

"I’m not messing around, just hugging you for a bit."

"Hugged all morning and it’s still not enough?" He Fang impatiently slapped his hands around her waist, "Go away, I’ll chop off those paws of yours in a bit."

"Not enough."

Qin Guanglin rested his chin on He Fang’s shoulder and swayed lightly, making a shameless request, "Give me a kiss and I’ll go back."

"Ew~ Go back, I’ll call you when the meal’s ready."

"Okay." Qin Guanglin reluctantly touched He Fang’s waist but hurried back to the bedroom when he saw her glare, happily continuing to fiddle with the computer.

He had come to realize the delight of half-cohabitation.

This was truly the life.

He Fang chopped the ribs into even pieces, threw them into the pot to blanch. The fresh red ribs kept tumbling in the boiling water, very quickly changing color.

She stared at the foam rising in the pot and zoned out, pondering over that song in her mind.

Is it not out yet?

Tsk, that guy has good memory, but it should be okay for such a trivial matter... He Fang glanced back at the bedroom door and shook her head, deciding not to worry about it anymore.

Even if he noticed, what of it? She could easily fool him with any random excuse—who would guess the truth?

Even if Sherlock Holmes and Ke Nan stood here together, they wouldn’t be able to solve the case.

But still, it’s better to be more cautious...

"Are you still looking at this? Are you really into divination?" Qin Guanglin poked his head out again, waving a book at her, "Can you predict when my prize money will come through?"

He had flipped through the books on her desk, curious about what she usually reads and came across "The Book of Changes." This was a bit mystical.

"Have you forgotten what my major is?" He Fang rolled her eyes, not bothering with him.

"Do literature students also read this?" Qin Guanglin was truly clueless about what they learned in her classes.

He’d been half-skeptical about the clairvoyant stuff He Fang had mentioned before, and even more so after finding out she had a crush on him, thinking that her accurate predictions might just have been from prior knowledge.

How could there possibly be such a miraculous thing as predicting where scars are on a person’s body?

Moreover, that old man I met while playing in Zhongnan Mountain looked quite professional. He even declared that if anyone could predict it, he would kowtow with a bang—it was because of such boasts that Qin Guanglin always thought those titles like "Immortal He" were just jokes, but now a sudden appearance of "The Book of Changes" made him feel surprised again.

Is this thing real or fake?

"Initial nine, the hidden dragon, should not act. Nine two, see the dragon in the field, advantageous to meet the great man..." Driven by burning curiosity, Qin Guanglin sat on the sofa with the book, shaking his head and mumbling a passage, "What does all this mean?"

"Baidu it."

"You’re a teacher, and instead of answering questions, you direct students to Baidu. Is there such an unreliable teacher?" Qin Guanglin hummed as he went back into the kitchen and hugged He Fang, "What do you say, Teacher He?"

"Ah, you’re so annoying!" He Fang moved her hands behind her back and pinched his soft waist, "Can’t you stay still for a while? The food is going to burn."

"I even love it when it’s burnt."

"Get lost, stop bothering me."

"I just want to chat with you..."

"If you want to talk, just talk properly. Go on, sit on the sofa." He Fang cut off a piece of carrot and stuffed it in his mouth, "Behave, or next time you can do the cooking yourself."

"Fine."

Qin Guanglin crunched on the crispy carrot and sat down on the sofa again, picking up the book, "Teach me, I want to see if it really is that magical."

"You won’t learn it anyway, so what’s the point in teaching you?"

"How do you know if you haven’t taught me?"

"I predicted it."

"..."

Qin Guanglin opened his mouth, feeling somewhat at a loss for words.

That reason really is all-purpose.

Sizzle!

He Fang threw the vegetables into the hot pan with a sound, and after stirring for a moment, the fragrance already started to waft through the air. She turned her head to see Qin Guanglin still clutching the book, "Do you understand what you’re reading?"

"How did you come to understand it?" Qin Guanglin was incredulous and wanted to figure it out.

"I don’t understand it either."

"..."

"Anyway, there’s no harm in looking. This book is full of wisdom. If you want to read it, you can take it home." He Fang spoke while frying the vegetables, "But forget about learning divination. My teacher said that this book isn’t really about fortune-telling."

"What wisdom?" Qin Guanglin, curious, flipped through the book. "Your teacher talked about this?"

"Yeah, I remember it was in my sophomore year, he assigned us a task to summarize a piece of wisdom from this book and hand it in for extra credit."

"Your teacher promotes superstition?"

"Please." He Fang rolled her eyes. "How is this feudal superstition? Look at the texts of the Qian and Kun hexagrams: ’Heaven’s motion is strong, the noble one means strength without rest. Earth’s terrain is receptive, the noble one carries things with great virtue.’ Does it sound familiar?"

"That’s from which school’s motto!" Qin Guanglin actually knew this, flipping through the book with some surprise, "Hey, it really is there."

"Of course, it’s there." He Fang looked at him disdainfully, "A superstitious person like you sees only superstition, whereas a smart person like me sees wisdom. Hmph, foolish man... come over and serve the dishes."

"Here I come." Qin Guanglin hurriedly picked up the dishes, "It smells so good." He then turned and playfully sniffed towards He Fang, "Even better."

This must be what a virtuous wife and good mother is like... Although they weren’t married yet, Qin Guanglin could clearly see these traits in her.

Scored big time.

"Steam’s coming out of your head from being so silly." He Fang couldn’t help but smile, pushing his forehead, "Hurry up and take it out."

"Your head’s giving off smart vibes." Qin Guanglin chuckled as he placed the dishes on the table outside, "How many more dishes to go?"

"Just wait for the ribs to be done, then I’ll stir-fry some okra, and that’s it."

"Teacher He is so capable. Once we finish eating, I’ll give you a full body massage as a treat."

"Get lost, you’re always thinking about taking advantage of me."