Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 151 - 149: Art

Chapter 151: Chapter 149: Art

The princess carry isn’t just romantic, but also energy-saving, as long as the lady cooperates well, it’s basically effortless to lift her up, and you can even spin a couple of circles... Forget it, this bit of science doesn’t help much, anyways nobody needs to use it.

The one who puts in the work always gets rewarded, He Fang didn’t have to move a muscle on the couch, got kissed thoroughly, and then was carried to bed in a big princess carry and laid down comfortably.

She didn’t go out on the weekend and was too lazy to change clothes, continuing to wear her nightdress whether cooking or eating. The hem of her dress only reached her knees. Qin Guanglin also reaped the fruits of his labor, his hand resting on the crook of her leg and he conveniently wiped off a bit of oil when pulling it away.

Soft and smooth.

"Still full? Want to take a couple of laps around the room?" He Fang didn’t pay any heed to his naughtiness, stretching her hand out to rub his round belly a couple more times.

Hey, a squishy belly is really fun.

"I can’t lie down anymore, I’ll sit for a while."

Qin Guanglin sat on the chair in front of the desk, rubbing his belly and smoothing it downwards.

Eating too much isn’t good for the body, I should be more restrained in the future.

Hmm... just buy less food, and next time don’t buy so many ingredients, even if she wants to cook more, she won’t be able to.

Having secretly made up his mind, Qin Guanglin continued the earlier topic, "What else should a boyfriend do? Tell me."

"Listen to the girlfriend."

"...And what should a girlfriend do?"

"Make the boyfriend obey," He Fang said with twinkling eyes and a smile, "Simple, right?"

"Yeah, really simple." Qin Guanglin hummed while searching on the computer for a good movie, "What if I don’t obey?"

"If you don’t listen to me, then I’ll..."

"Then you’ll try to seduce me, guaranteed to work."

"Tch, I won’t. I’ll just tell your mom you’ve been bullying me."

"It’s evident you’re the one bullying me."

"Who was sneakily touching my leg just now?"

"..."

Qin Guanglin turned the laptop’s screen around, "Want to watch this one? I’ve always heard about it but never seen it."

"Titanic, huh? Such an old film... but if you want to watch it, go ahead."

"Then let’s watch it. It’s got high ratings, and the male lead seems to be an artist too." Qin Guanglin took the tissues from the desk to the bedside, flipped over, and lay down on the bed.

"Why did you bring tissues?"

"Although I haven’t seen it, the reviews all say it’s very touching, so I’m keeping the tissues ready, just in case."

Watching a romantic film every week, Qin Guanglin loved these moments the most, lying in He Fang’s room, holding her, the two of them watching someone else’s story.

The story of Titanic is clichéd at first glance, it’s about a rich girl falling in love with a poor boy, and in the end, they part in life and in death.

But if you watch it carefully and think about it, you’ll find their love is very logical and natural. Rose didn’t choose a poor boy just out of defiance, and Jack wasn’t merely coveting the body of a noble lady.

The day after they meet, Rose asks Jack to walk on the deck and thanks him for his help. During their conversation, Rose discovers Jack is a painter.

She flips through Jack’s sketchbook filled with the people he’s encountered during his wanderings and starts to seriously consider this poor boy.

She says, "You have a gift, really, you’re good at observing people."

He gazes at her and says, "I see you too."

"Then what?"

"You wouldn’t give up your life."

Jack saw beyond Rose’s attire and beauty, the struggling Rose who would never give up.

Qin Guanglin gently massaged He Fang’s lower back and felt somewhat envious at this part, "You’ve never seriously looked at my paintings."

"So what?"

"You see how romantic they are, you praise me, I praise you..."

"Then stop touching me." He Fang pulled his hand away, "Go find a romantic girlfriend to look at your paintings."

"I’m just saying," Qin Guanglin propped himself against the headboard and scooped her up, pulling her entirely into his arms, "Teacher He is the reincarnation of God Luo, and that’s why I can’t stand looking for someone else."

"Good to know."

The progress bar on the computer slowly advanced, and the movie plot gradually unfolded.

When Jack saw the painting Rose had brought, he was instantly attracted and exclaimed, "Monet!"

Rose looked surprised, "You know his work too?"

"Of course! Look at his use of color!"

If before, Rose only had a very favorable impression of Jack, then at that moment, she began to fall for him.

When she and her fiancé, Carl, had just boarded the Titanic, Rose was busy decorating their room with artworks, while Carl held a champagne glass in one hand and condescendingly remarked, "Playing with those finger paintings again? Picasso? Believe me, he’ll never make it. Though thankfully, these paintings are cheap."

She was not of the same world as Carl.

The one who truly understood her, who resonated with her soul, was Jack.

A few words of critique on paintings became the key that unlocked her heart.

So—

"Draw me—wearing nothing but this necklace."

Qin Guanglin’s eyes widened as he stared at the computer, seemingly lost in thought, while He Fang glanced at him sideways, "You think it’s good-looking?"

"Not as good-looking as you."

Seeing Jack sketch a nude Rose, he couldn’t help but be reminded of the scene he’d witnessed at Zhongnan Mountain, and he blurted it out without thinking.

"Hmm?"

"Ouch, don’t pinch, I’ve already forgotten about it, it just slipped out..." Qin Guanglin only dug himself deeper.

"Hmph, if you dare to draw in secret..."

"How could I?" He felt wronged. Simply imagining it was one thing, but what if drawing it resulted in someone else seeing it—wouldn’t he be finished?

"Who knows what goes through the minds of you artists?" He Fang wrinkled her nose, "Even drawing that, shameless."

"It’s art."

"Art my ass, you were thinking about it, weren’t you?!"

"No, no, I’m just a lousy painter, nothing to do with art." Qin Guanglin hurriedly denied.

He didn’t quite understand that kind of art himself and couldn’t fathom why anyone would be into it.

To draw your beloved in the nude for others to see—wasn’t that sick?

As they talked, the movie continued to play. After the painting scene came the, heh heh, intimate moment. Qin Guanglin was just about to attentively observe when He Fang covered his eyes, "You’re not allowed to watch."

"...I can’t even watch this?"

"No, lest you become restless afterward." He Fang covered his eyes while turning her head to earnestly appreciate the scene in the movie.

The silly guy somehow found an uncut version—she’d never seen this part before.

"Then you shouldn’t watch either." Qin Guanglin felt it was unfair and reached to cover her eyes.

"Stop it, behave... alright, alright, watch."

He Fang shook her head as she finished watching the scene, then laid back down and let go, "Not suitable for children, you’re still a boy, you can’t watch this kind of filth."

"You’re two years younger than me."

"You’re still a boy." He Fang smiled, tracing his face with her finger, "Don’t go sneaking a peek by yourself later."

"Hmph, don’t you do the same?"

"..."

"Should we..." An audacious idea began to form in Qin Guanglin’s mind.

"Get lost."