Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 226 - 222: Until When?

Chapter 226: Chapter 222: Until When?

Qin Guanglin carried a bag of money upstairs, and as soon as he opened the door, he smelled a fragrant aroma.

"Making soup again?"

"Yes, you came back quite early today." He Fang was skimming off the scum with a spoon in the kitchen and had a little surprise when she saw him come back, "Is this the earliest you’ve come home?"

"The end of the month, isn’t it? Who wouldn’t want to spend time with their family?"

"What did you bring, a gift? Or..."

"Guess." Qin Guanglin raised his eyebrows with a cheerful expression, plopped down on the sofa, placed the bag on the table, and stretched out his arms, "Come here, give me a hug."

"Just look at how smug you are."

He Fang hummed, took off her apron to come out and hug him, and then took the bag to open it, immediately startled.

"Where did you get all this money?!"

"I worked hard for a month to earn it." Qin Guanglin was very pleased with her reaction, he had been so nonchalant when he first mentioned it, now she’s dumbfounded seeing the actual cash, right?

"The boss has issues? Why pay in cash directly?"

"...Maybe it looks more impactful, more powerful this way."

Chen Rui probably never imagined that paying out fifty thousand in cash would end up being assessed as having ’issues.’

Seeing He Fang flipping through a stack of new bills, Qin Guanglin felt extremely delighted, "How about that? Impressive, right?"

"Mm, cash does feel better to the touch."

He Fang smiled with her eyes squinting, sat on Qin Guanglin’s lap, and again fluttered through the money, listening to the sound of the RMB made her heart joyful.

Counting money is the most reassuring activity for a housewife, though it’s said that having enough money to spend is sufficient, but Qin Guanglin had worked tirelessly for a whole month, she felt sorry for him just watching him, now that he had reaped the rewards, who wouldn’t like a stack of red banknotes laid out before them?

"No wonder, usually, you’d be lingering in the kitchen making small talk, but today you’re sitting here waiting for me to come over for a hug; you had your confidence up, eh?"

He Fang put the money back into the bag, turned her head, and kissed him, "Does that mean you won’t be busy next month?"

"Probably till New Year’s Day, after a few more months like this, we’ll have a car." Qin Guanglin leaned back on the sofa and let out a light breath, "If I could keep busy like this for a year and earn a house, I would be willing too."

The harder one works now, the more they will enjoy later.

He didn’t hear He Fang respond, so he lifted his head to see, and there she was, looking at him.

"I advise you to dismiss this dangerous idea."

"How is it dangerous?" Qin Guanglin said matter-of-factly, "Isn’t it good for us to buy our own house, to live in our own place? We won’t have to rent from others, won’t have to pay somebody else’s rent..."

"What if you wear out your body?"

"...Don’t you know how strong my body is?"

"Tsk, how virtuous." He Fang spat out jokingly and stood up to walk into the bedroom.

"Where are you going?"

"I have something to show you too."

As she spoke, she had already gone into the bedroom, and in just a short moment, she came out again, holding a book in her hand, and placed it in front of Qin Guanglin, "The novel has been officially published; from now on, please refer to me as Writer He."

"It’s only just been published after half a year..."

Qin Guanglin said this, but his face was full of surprise, "It looks good. What else is there?"

His girlfriend was officially publishing a book, which he couldn’t help but find surprising—a writer, an author who had released a book, was something he usually only saw online or on television, and today, he finally got to meet one in the flesh.

And it was his girlfriend who slept with him every day, which was a delightful thought.

"There’s none left, currently only the first volume—the process of just getting an ISBN can take months, and right now things are moving really fast."

"I remember when you initially sent off your manuscript, it was a thick stack..." Qin Guanglin shook the book in his hand with some confusion, "much thicker than this one, it should be enough for at least two or three volumes, right?"

"What was mailed was for the editor to look over... You don’t understand, anyway, it’s going to be published volume by volume."

He Fang flipped to the title page and pointed it out to him, "This book has my autograph, a gift for you, you’ve hit the jackpot."

"Thanks, Writer He, I’ll take it back tomorrow to show my mom, let her see how awesome my girlfriend is."

Qin Guanglin was flipping through the book noisily, speaking emphatically, "Hey, where’s that essay about art you wrote the other day? I want to study it, see if I can..."

"I haven’t submitted it yet, wait until next year," He Fang gave him a dismissive roll of her eyes.

Hmph, men.

Always looking for those kinds of things.

"Okay... does the heroine cry in here... Aah!" Qin Guanglin was bitten hard on the hand and didn’t dare to continue being mischievous. He stood up, book in hand, and wobbled, "I’m going in to check out your masterpiece and make soup properly."

"Hmph!" He Fang glared at him resentfully, "You should take the money too, aren’t you afraid someone will covet it if you leave it in the living room?"

"No worries, you can deposit it tomorrow... or maybe I’ll find time to do it myself, handling a wad of cash is quite a hassle."

Shaking his head, Qin Guanglin picked up the red banknotes in one hand and the book in the other and went into the bedroom.

It wasn’t quite safe to let He Fang deposit so much cash; what if someone targeted her on the way... Safety first was most important.

...

Qin’s Mom’s reaction to the book was much more intense than Qin Guanglin’s, her eyes widening before she ran to the bedroom to fetch her glasses, gently caressing the cover and asking uncertainly, "He Fang wrote this?"

"Yes, she did."

"She published a book?"

"Isn’t it in your hands right now?"

"Where... where is He Fang’s name? I can’t seem to find it..." Qin’s Mom flipped through the book back and forth, wanting to double-check.

"Pen name, people use pen names when they write books, look, ’Blossom’, these three big characters."

Qin Guanglin pointed it out to her resignedly, "This is just the first volume, there will be a second and a third... why do I feel like you are happier now than when I sold a painting for several thousand yuan?"

"Oh, ’Blossom’, that’s a good name, right, writers use pen names." Qin’s Mom looked at the name on the book and smiled, then after a while, she looked up at him with a hint of disdain, "You just draw some broken pictures, she’s a writer, you know? A writer, and she’s published a book... can your lousy drawings compare?"

"What lousy drawings? I am a painter, and she is a writer. It’s the same thing... forget it, writers are amazing, writers are great, happy now?"

Qin Guanglin sighed and didn’t want to argue over it; whether painter or writer, they were all in the family.

Come to think of it, it made sense; Qin’s Mom only knew about literary giants like Venerable Lodge and Lu Xun, and she didn’t know a single famous painter, automatically aligning He Fang with those grand writers in her mind.

In her eyes, they were all writers, no different.

"This girl is wonderful, teaching students while writing books, and even getting them published... Tsk." Qin’s Mom caressed the book cover like a treasure, suddenly looking at Qin Guanglin with some contempt, "Such a good girl..."

"Yes, yes, yes," Qin Guanglin quickly interrupted, taking the book back, and said with a grin, "Talk about destiny connecting us from a thousand miles away. Where am I lacking, huh? I’m not bad at all. It’s a match made in heaven; you’ll be waiting for her to call you mom, huh?"

"Pfft... When will that be?"

"Next year, we’ll aim to get this done next year!"