Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 190 - 187: Someone Always Cries Bitterly at the Start of School

Chapter 190: Chapter 187: Someone Always Cries Bitterly at the Start of School

The next morning.

The weather was clear, and the sunshine was just right.

Qin Guanglin left his house, and before he had taken two steps, he heard ghostly wails and wolf-like howls.

Not far down the street, two people stood facing each other at a distance.

"You come here!" Aunt Wang stood with one hand on her hip and the other holding a sorghum broom, pointing the stick at Little Fatty.

The chubby figure was bathed in a layer of golden light under the morning sun, resembling an invincible war god.

"I won’t!" Little Fatty bawled at the top of his lungs, his face smeared with snot and tears, and he continued choking back sobs, "I know, if I come over, you’ll definitely hit me again!"

"You come here, I won’t hit you."

"I don’t believe you!"

"Are you coming or not?!"

"What’s the matter, Aunt Wang, what did he do?" Qin Guanglin looked on amused and couldn’t help but speak up, "Calm down, it’s early in the morning..."

"Qin, help me catch him." When Aunt Wang saw Qin Guanglin passing by, she asked for help, "What has this little rascal done? He hasn’t done a thing! Ptooey."

She turned her head and spat, "Every day I ask if he’s done his homework, he always says it’s done, it’s done. School is starting soon, and when I checked today, he hadn’t written a single word! I..."

The more Aunt Wang talked, the angrier she became, her flesh quivering with rage, "Today I am going to properly discipline this little rascal, his grandma’s..."

"If you’re going to discipline him, discipline him, what are you bringing my mom into this for?" Little Fatty’s dad, who had been squatting at the door watching the commotion, got slightly annoyed when he heard this and grumbled before greeting Qin Guanglin, "Qin, are you off to work?"

"Yeah, just about to go." Qin Guanglin nodded, holding back a laugh.

"Hey, let them settle it themselves, don’t get delayed on your way to work."

"Brother Lin, save me! Wuuu..." Little Fatty, wiping his tears, sought help with a pitiful look that was completely different from the cocky demeanor he had at the start of summer vacation.

Qin Guanglin shrugged at him, "Well, I’m off to work then." After walking a couple more steps, he paused and turned back, "Aunt Wang, you remember when my mom used to beat me when I was little, right?"

"Heh, how could I forget? If it weren’t for me persuading your mom... Tsk tsk, why bring up that business?"

"Afterward, I got into Luo City University," Qin Guanglin said with a grin, "I’m off, you guys carry on."

Aunt Wang paused, took a moment to catch the implication, then gripped the sorghum broomstick tighter.

"You little rascal, you come here!"

"You promise not to hit me!"

"I promise, come on over."

"Really? Then I... Ah waah~"

Listening to the pitiful cries behind him, Qin Guanglin cheerfully proceeded to the corner store to buy breakfast and made his way to Teacher He’s place.

He Fang was still sound asleep, the blanket once again rolled into a large ball hugged in her arms, her sleeping dress ruffled carelessly, and her two little white legs causing his eyes to ache, forcing him to shield them with his hand.

Shielding her from ankle to hip, Qin Guanglin realized his hand was too small to cover everything, so he tiptoed and gently pulled the thin blanket from her embrace and covered her with it. Then, he leaned in to plant a kiss on her forehead.

Taking a careful look at He Fang in her slumber, he chuckled softly, pulled out a small box from his pocket, and gently took her hand. He spent a while comparing the bracelet in the box to her wrist, quietly putting it away, and left for work with a content heart.

...

Days passed, one after the other, uneventful as still water, yet they had their own flavor; both seemed to be preparing for something, affecting nonchalance as if nothing was happening.

By late summer and early autumn, the sun’s heat hadn’t faded in the slightest, still scorching as ever. With the start of the school term, Qin Guanglin left his carefree oil-smudging days behind. Every morning, he either found He Fang already dressed and ready or in the middle of washing up. After breakfast together, they’d hold hands as they stepped out and parted ways at the bus stop to head to their respective workplaces.

The first stop after work was no longer just heading home; Qin Guanglin would wait at the school gates like a parent picking up their child, looking out for Teacher He. Or, if He Fang finished work early, she would take the bus to Qin Guanglin’s building and wait, then they’d go home together.

Although this routine seemed pretty useless and a mere waste of time, lovers always found joy in it.

"How’s the training going?"

Qin Guanglin stood at the school entrance, spotting He Fang from afar. Only after she approached closely and he embraced her did he take her hand and lead her aside.

He noticed that He Fang had become much more cheerful since she started working. Maybe it was because she had been cooped up at home for too long. Although she was always smiling, there was always a hint of something else, an indescribable feeling.

"Of course, it’s going very smoothly. It’s about to end, and then I can officially start working."

He Fang swung their clasped hands back and forth, her body swaying and twisting slightly with a smile in her eyes. She mischievously pressed down her body and pulled on his arm, taking a few steps together, "Are you happy that your girlfriend is going to become a real teacher?"

"Happy. Let’s go out and eat to celebrate."

"Celebrate my ass, let’s go back and cook."

"Alright then, will you cook or shall I?"

"Rock-paper-scissors, the loser cooks. I’m going to throw scissors."

After some playful banter and purchasing groceries at the market, they returned to their residence. He Fang lay down on the sofa, lazily watching him sort through the newly bought ingredients.

"Finding a boyfriend like me is truly your good fortune," Qin Guanglin remarked as he saw her relaxing.

"Isn’t finding a girlfriend like me your good fortune too?"

"That’s true. Come here and give me a kiss." He tied on his apron and beckoned, "When you cook, I always hover around you; when I cook, you just sit there watching."

"It’s because you’re lecherous." He Fang puckered her lips, remaining seated on the sofa without budging, "Don’t come over here. You should just sit aside and watch when I cook."

"No way, you work so hard, I definitely need to comfort you a bit."

"Humph."

In just over three months, Qin Guanglin had evolved from a kitchen novice to a flamboyant novice, chopping vegetables with a steadiness to his beat and stir-frying greens with a semblance of skill. However, when it came to meat dishes, he fell short—greens could be stir-fried any which way and still be edible, so recklessly experimenting was fine, but He Fang couldn’t bear to let him waste good meat. After he charred a pot of ribs, she became even more reluctant to let him practice.

Qin Guanglin, who only knew how to stir-fry vegetables, expertly finished his specialty and promptly stepped aside, leaving dishes like stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts to He Fang. He stood by, watching and learning.

The lazybones with little ambition, aside from painting, took interest in these everyday trivialities.

"Do your co-workers know how clingy you are at home?" He Fang nudged his head with her hand, annoyed with his constant buzzing around, which was more distracting than if he simply sat on the sofa.

"They know you’re the clingy one." Qin Guanglin laughed, "Whenever I don’t want to join some activity, I just say I have to accompany my girlfriend."

"..."

"So, probably, maybe in their eyes, you’re just a little girl who loves to cling and act spoiled with her boyfriend."

"And in your eyes?"

"A newly graduated intern teacher who likes to be clung to by her boyfriend."

"Hmph, I don’t like being clung to by you at all."

"No, you do."