Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 165 - 163: This is Art

Chapter 165: Chapter 163: This is Art

Putting Jiang Lingling’s inexplicable behavior out of his mind, Qin Guanglin leaned over the table, holding his phone and pondering how to explain the situation to Teacher He.

His girlfriend was jealous... well, presumably jealous, and he had to take it seriously, not pretending nothing had happened.

No wonder she was sitting cross-legged on the bed interrogating him in the morning... Hmm... did she say they’d continue after work?

As Qin Guanglin thought about it, he became more sure of his guess. The image of He Fang sitting by the bed in the morning emerged again, and he couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.

Kind of cute.

Their relationship had always been smooth, and although it was comfortable and satisfying, he always felt something was missing. Now, this little misunderstanding—it hardly counted as one—made Qin Guanglin feel more complete.

In a relationship, little surprises are normal. It would be strange if they were always lovey-dovey.

Without a bit of jealousy, without a little flare-up, it just wouldn’t feel complete... Qin Guanglin closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander. How was she going to interrogate him tonight?

"Listen to me explain, listen to me explain..."

"I won’t listen! I won’t listen!"

Yeesh~

He involuntarily played out a drama in his head, which disgusted him enough to make his skin crawl, so he quickly stopped thinking about it.

Teacher He wouldn’t actually do that, and from this morning’s demeanor, it seemed like there was no issue?

Although he dodged a bit during the conscience check, he still cooperated obediently later on, not seeming like there was an issue.

Eagerly enduring until the end of the workday, Qin Guanglin swiftly packed up and took a ride back, not heading home but straight to Teacher He’s place to see how she would interrogate him.

He energetically opened the door. He Fang was leaning over the desk writing something, probably her novel, as expected.

"Qin He embraced her and they rolled on the bed, then he ripped..."

Standing behind her, Qin Guanglin read aloud, startling He Fang who immediately laid on the desk covering her manuscript, "Don’t peek!"

"You’re actually writing erotica..." He was astonished.

"Shut up!"

He Fang gave Qin Guanglin a glare, "This is art, you don’t know shit!"

"I clearly saw..." Qin Guanglin started to say, but seeing He Fang’s forbidding look, he slowly shut his mouth. Then, begrudgingly, he muttered, "You write this and it’s art, while someone else drawing this is shameless..."

"Can a novel be the same as that?" He Fang argued assertively. "A novel has to have these kinds of scenes, otherwise, it’s not a novel, it’s called ’The Records of the Grand Historian.’"

"Alright, art, don’t rush to put it away..."

Seeing her begin to pack away the manuscript, Qin Guanglin reached out to stop her, "Let me appreciate your art."

"Go away."

"Just a peek."

"Get lost, you can’t look."

He Fang swiftly stuffed the manuscript in a drawer and shut it, then backed against the desk, "The original manuscript cannot be leaked, this is stealing trade secrets."

Seeing Qin Guanglin’s eager face, she tensed up, "I’m going downstairs to buy a lock and lock the drawer. Don’t think about peeking."

"..."

Qin Guanglin, as if he discovered some secret, stepped back two steps, sat on the bed, and shook his head, "Tsk tsk, I never thought you, Teacher He, full of immortal qi, would write this kind of art..."

"..."

"Hey, aren’t you very serious when writing novels? You even consult books for having children, but how about writing this... Ah! Never mind, never mind, stop biting."

Qin Guanglin, flirting with disaster, smoothly received a bite, looking at the fine tooth marks on his palm and grimacing, "I was actually just saying, if you need material, I could help..."

"Another word?"

"..." Qin Guanglin shut his mouth and fell silent.

"What are you doing here? Why not go back and cook at your own place instead of coming to mine?"

"I’m afraid to go back."

Mentioning this, Qin Guanglin got angry again and tilted his head back to point at his neck, "How can I explain this to my mom if she sees it?"

"Just say it was a mosquito bite." He Fang touched it gently with her finger, unable to help but curl the corners of her mouth into a slight smile.

"No way she’ll believe that."

"What does it matter if she believes it or not, you’ve explained anyway."

"She’ll definitely start imagining things..."

"Um..." He Fang blinked, "Let her imagine; if we haven’t done anything wrong, it doesn’t matter, right? If you’re upright, you shouldn’t fear a crooked shadow."

"If we really had done something, it’d be fine, but we haven’t done anything, and now I’m left holding the bag."

Qin Guanglin was very unhappy, not having gained anything but instead getting blamed, "You did that on purpose."

"Come on, go back and cook," He Fang said, turning back to her chair to guard the drawer. "Come back after you’ve eaten, or else I’ll give you another one on the other side."

"No, I don’t know how long it will take for this one to fade." Qin Guanglin was genuinely scared. What if he got another one, how could he face people?

Although they really hadn’t done anything indescribable, they couldn’t stop others from thinking so. Sun Wen had even given him a thumbs up that morning, admiring him... just thinking about it made him uncomfortable.

"There’s another thing." He sat on the edge of the bed, motionless, touching the red mark on his neck and looking at He Fang, "That..."

"What?" He Fang asked.

"The one who brought me back yesterday is a colleague of mine, um... worried I’d drunk too much and couldn’t find my way home, so..."

"Weren’t you at a classmate’s wedding? Why was there a colleague? Is your colleague also a classmate?"

He Fang could only think of this one point, not clear whose wedding it was, or if that girl was both a classmate and a colleague.

"It’s my married classmate’s cousin. It’s quite complicated, I was surprised myself yesterday. There were six or seven people from our company at the wedding, all brought into the company by Sun Wen. I don’t know what he’s planning..."

Qin Guanglin frowned slightly as he talked. He felt quite good about this company, whether it was the atmosphere or the treatment, it was nice. For now, as long as it could keep developing steadily, continuing to work here wouldn’t be bad.

Just worried that Sun Wen might stir up some trouble.

"Sun Wen?" He Fang frowned upon hearing the name and thought for a while, "Did you get into this company because of someone named Sun Wen?"

"Yes." Qin Guanglin nodded.

"Why don’t you just quit?"

"..."

He was stunned for a moment before he reacted, "Quit?"

"I think this job isn’t reliable. You should just stay home and paint," He Fang seriously suggested, "I believe in you. Even if you can’t become a famous painter, you can definitely be a small-time one."

"Uh... I think it’s okay. I don’t know how you feel about it. Just because of the Sun Wen thing?" Qin Guanglin was puzzled. It wasn’t the first time He Fang had suggested he quit, "Or is there something else?"

Staying at home painting could earn him several thousand yuan a month, but that was far from enough. He really didn’t want to quit; regardless, he had to try it out first and could always quit if it didn’t work out.

If it turned out like Chen Rui had said, then it would be more than reliable, it would actually be an opportunity.

Profits split in half, the offer was really generous.

Especially after he had learned more about the industry, he found it promising. If he quit now, he might regret it in the future.

Marriage required a house and a car, which both needed money.

He had to give it a try anyway; if it didn’t work out, there’d be no harm, but what if it did?

He Fang didn’t know what Qin Guanglin was thinking, but she could guess what he was considering. She sighed inwardly, but outwardly there was no sign of anything unusual; she just softly smiled at him, "Just a feeling. Don’t you think your previous paintings were really good?"

"Yeah, they were great, but I’ve found that comics are pretty good too. Both are good; I can progress with both, without falling behind in either." Qin Guanglin was still thinking about the Sun Wen thing, "What do you think he wants to do?"

"What to do?" He Fang looked up thoughtfully, paused for a moment, then glanced at him and said, "Maybe... use someone else’s company to nurture his own troops."