Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 188 - 185: I Caught a Cold Too

Chapter 188: Chapter 185: I Caught a Cold Too

August was the end of summer, sweltering and oppressively hot.

Since their trip to Chou Mountain, Sun Wen had been quiet without much activity, Yu Le visited occasionally for advice, Jiang Lingling had calmed down a lot, her occasional matters seeming quite normal, and Qin Guanglin was happy to leisurely get on with his work.

He had managed to finish the comic he was responsible for, handing it over to Chen Rui to go live, but so far, it had been lackluster—neither hot nor cold, neither good nor bad.

Another painter joined the studio—a second-tier talent but with plenty of experience after years in the industry, which was a good thing. However, this led to a downside—Chen Rui had expanded with two more series projects, vastly increasing the workload.

Initially, there wasn’t much work, so adding more wasn’t an issue, the main concern being that if one day Sun Wen left, it would be exactly when the studio was most vulnerable, like a major artery bursting open, and no one would be able to save it.

The office life was tough... Qin Guanglin sighed, packed up his things, said goodbye to his colleagues, and left for home with his bag.

Arriving at He Fang’s place, he was greeted by the delicious smell of food as soon as he opened the door. He threw his bag onto the sofa and slipped into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around He Fang’s waist and buried his face in her neck, taking a deep breath.

"Smells good."

"Is it the chicken wings or me that smells good?"

"Both. But you smell even better."

He Fang giggled, her neck tickled, she couldn’t help leaning her head to rub it, "Stop joking around and wash your hands. This is the last dish; it’ll be ready soon."

"Mmm... Huh?"

Qin Guanglin reached up only to realize that He Fang was not in her pajamas today but dressed formally, which surprised him, "Dressed so formally, did you go out today?"

"Yes."

"And aren’t you hot..." Disappointed he hadn’t found her in lighter clothes, he turned her face towards him and gave her a smacking kiss amidst her dissatisfied grunts, then turned to wash his hands.

Spending meal times here was becoming more frequent, and it felt increasingly like home—flirting a bit at work, then coming home to hot food and someone he loved felt great.

The greatest quality of "home" is stability.

Like a harbor, it’s always there waiting for you no matter when.

Busily he served the rice; with He Fang’s last dish now stir-fried and served, Qin Guanglin washed the chopsticks for her and started to eat.

"I found a job. Once school starts and I finish my training, I’ll start working."

"Huh?" He stopped spooning rice into his bowl, "That soon?"

"Where’s soon? I’ve been resting for two months now."

He Fang smiled, picked up a chicken wing, and placed it into Qin Guanglin’s bowl, clicking her chopsticks while looking at him, "Old Master Qin has kept me for two months, still not enough?"

"Not enough. I quite like it this way. I’ll hire you to be my royal chef and include sleeping services."

"Ptui, what sleeping services, stop using such objectionable terms."

"Fine, I’ll be the one providing sleeping services," Qin Guanglin had gotten used to seeing He Fang staying home writing novels every day, and suddenly hearing she would start working made him a bit reluctant, "Isn’t it better for you to write novels and be a great author?"

"And why don’t you stay at home and be a great painter?"

"I would if I could." He shrugged, "Letting you stay at home would really be great, wouldn’t it be nice if you just stayed hidden at home... Where is the job?"

"The place I showed you last time, over on Morning Road." He Fang pointed in a direction, "It’s at the elementary school where we had noodle soup and walked in the park."

"That far?!"

"Don’t worry, I’ll still live here, I won’t move there." She chuckled and served him another bite, "Eat your meal."

"It’s not that..." Qin Guanglin suddenly stopped eating and looked up at her, "You clearly promised to take me to your home during the summer vacation, and now elementary students are almost starting school. Where’s my father-in-law?"

"Hmm?" He Fang tilted her head, "Maybe... wait until the winter vacation?"

"...Liar."

"Hehe, alright, alright. I really forgot. Let’s wait... let’s wait until the National Day holidays; it’s perfect for taking you to meet the father-in-law you’ve been dreaming about."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Alright, alright." Qin Guanglin immediately became happy again, as it was just about a month, which would pass by quickly.

After meeting the father-in-law, the two were pretty much halfway there. Living together or whatever, it would become official and He Fang couldn’t drive him away if he tried.

After pleasantly finishing dinner, He Fang took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them while Qin Guanglin sat on the couch, staring at the kettle, waiting for the water to boil before opening the lid to let it cool.

"So this counts as repaying Old Master Qin for the two months of great kindness and favor."

"Not enough, you must offer yourself to me."

"I’ll be your ox and horse in the next life..."

"Offer yourself."

"Well then, you’d be earning big, having me warm your bed every day."

"I can help warm it up too," Qin Guanglin chuckled, picking up He Fang’s bag from the table and looking it over. "You used this bag when you were in school, right? It’s so old, buy a new one."

"Old ones are more comfortable."

"Still using a school bag for work." He frowned. "For work, carry a new one. I’ll help you choose one, should we go to Shengtian Square or look online?"

Anyway, he couldn’t let his girlfriend go to work with an old school bag. A girlfriend needed to be well pampered and indulged.

"Going to waste my money again?"

"You haven’t even taken me to see your father yet. Strictly speaking, it’s still my money. I have the right to decide."

Qin Guanglin shook her bag at her. "Will you pick it out, or should I buy it? Don’t blame me if it’s not good-looking."

"Fine, I’ll look online some other day and send you the link." He Fang gave him a chance to perform but didn’t want him to buy something too expensive, so she agreed like that. "Don’t worry about it with your poor taste; I wouldn’t carry it even if you bought it."

Thinking about it, it probably was time for a new bag. Not that it was too old, but a bag is an item that one only carries occasionally. Using it for a year or two wouldn’t show much wear. But the bag she had bought for school was too small since she hadn’t needed to carry much then, and it wouldn’t be big enough for work now.

"Hmph, an artist’s aesthetic is always ahead of the times. You wouldn’t understand... Eh, what’s this?" Qin Guanglin flipped out a strip of white pills with two already missing, puzzlingly shaking it at He Fang. "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Cough... just a little cold." He Fang came out wiping her hands, glancing indifferently.

"Does cold medicine look like this? Is it extra-strength?"

Qin Guanglin picked out a pill and examined it closely. "I also felt a bit chilly last night, forgot to turn off the air conditioning..." he said as he was about to pop it into his mouth. "How many should I take?"

"What are you doing?!"

He Fang swiftly slapped his hand, the pill dropped to the floor and rolled away out of sight. "Are you silly? Taking random medicine."

"...Why such a big reaction?" Qin Guanglin looked puzzled, stunned as she snatched the strip of medicine from him.

"Wait a second." He Fang turned and went back to the bedroom, and when she came back, she had a strip of capsules in hand, "For a cold, take these, they work fast."

"Then what about the ones you just had..." He eyed He Fang suspiciously. What kind of special medicine was so precious?

Thrown away and not even for personal use?

"Cough... those..."

He Fang looked around distractedly, twirling her hair with her finger, "...they are very resistant, you can only take them when you have built up resistance. Start with these, and you can take those once you’ve developed a resistance, otherwise you won’t be able to cure your colds in the future."

"Is that so?" Qin Guanglin was skeptical.

"Yes." He Fang nodded earnestly.

"I’ll just take your word for it." He shrugged, with no other choice if He Fang wouldn’t tell. "How many of these should I take?"

"Two."