Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 245 - 241: Choice

Chapter 245: Chapter 241: Choice

What is the purpose of living?

To live is for the sake of living; everything else is incidental.

The conversation he had with Qin Guanglin at the fast-food restaurant flashed through his mind.

Sun Wen watched as Xu Wei took out a key, hanging from her fingertip, a struggle evident on her face.

It was her spare car, a red BMW X3, parked in the garage downstairs. She had even driven him back to his studio in it on New Year’s Day.

Even with depreciation, it would still sell for at least two hundred thousand.

Two hundred thousand.

The number echoed in his mind.

"Not enough?"

Xu Wei propped her head with one hand, her long hair spreading over the bed, while she nonchalantly swung the key on her other fingertip and said,

"Then reduce it a bit. One month, be my man for one month, and it’s yours."

"Why?" Sun Wen swallowed hard.

He was shaken.

Back when he was buoyant about starting his own studio, reality had hit him hard.

Money was not that easy to earn.

Over two hundred thousand, even if his studio hadn’t disbanded, looking at the situation around New Year’s, it would have taken him nearly two years to save that amount.

Now, it only took a month.

"What do you mean, why? I told you long ago I wanted to take care of you, but you didn’t agree," Xu Wei observed his reaction and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. "Now you can reconsider."

...

After a long silence, when Xu Wei was about to grow impatient, Sun Wen seemed to deflate, his shoulders sagging and his back slightly hunched.

If there was a choice, who would willingly nest in a basement or go back to farming?

"What do I need to do this month?"

He knew clearly, it was a transaction.

A car worth over four hundred thousand in exchange for him for a month, it couldn’t possibly be a simple companionship like before.

Xu Wei laughed.

Last year, when she encountered this infatuated man, she saw him refuse her, saw him try to mend a past relationship, and then watched him get betrayed—now he thought he could just walk away.

Had he asked her?

With a flick of her wrist, the key traced an arc in the air towards Sun Wen, who instinctively caught it.

Xu Wei quietly watched him; the two stared at each other for a moment, her eyes slightly squinted as she softly said, "Have you really thought it through?"

Seeing Sun Wen stand silently, she hooked the corner of her mouth, crossing her legs with a slight swing.

"Crawl over here, or put the key down."

...

In the early spring of March, everything grows.

After a spring rain, the tree buds stretched rapidly, no longer the fragile pale yellow of their early days but transformed into vibrant green new leaves, fluttering in the breeze.

Qin Guanglin unexpectedly gained popularity on his public account with a four-panel comic based on himself and He Fang, unknowingly accumulating thousands of followers. It was even stolen by some marketing accounts, further heating up its popularity.

Just as Sun Wen had predicted six months ago, Penguin began to vigorously promote WeiXun Wallet. Scanning codes to pay for meals, one could even get a quick meal for one yuan.

Driven by money, the use of WeiXun skyrocketed in a short time—formerly relying primarily on gimmicks like shake-it and drift-bottle to attract users, it now shifted from its lukewarm past to become a major social media platform.

Weekend, ten in the morning.

Sometime, lounging in bed on their days off became their habit; even when awake, they felt too lazy to get up and would lie together fiddling with their phones or each other until they finally got up to buy groceries for lunch.

Qin Guanglin felt this was due to losing too much vigor; otherwise, there was no reason to become lazy—after all, he used to be able to get up at seven o’clock to buy breakfast.

"Did you draw this?"

Qin Guanglin had been secretly working on the comic on his public account, planning to surprise He Fang when his followers reached ten thousand. However, He Fang didn’t give him the chance to surprise her; she stumbled upon the familiar-looking drawing while browsing the web and held her phone horizontally in front of Qin Guanglin, asking.

"Uh... yes."

"When did you start this? How come I didn’t know?"

"How could I let you know? It was supposed to be a surprise." Qin Guanglin closed the webpage, then found his public account on Weixun, followed it, and handed the phone back to her, "Do you like it?"

The account had already accumulated nearly a hundred little stories, mostly about their daily trivialities, with Qin’s mom occasionally popping in.

"Hmph, you made me look so ugly."

Although He Fang complained verbally, her face beamed with joy. She scrolled for a while; seeing an image featuring Qin’s mom, she couldn’t help but laugh, "Draw another one, a story where I transform into Superman and beat you up."

"..."

"How did you even think of doing this? How much money have you made?"

"I just did it, I haven’t made any money yet, Sun... uh, I heard from others that you only start making money when you have a lot of followers. I only have a few thousand fans; it’s not time yet."

Qin Guanglin remembered He Fang had a poor impression of Sun Wen and decided not to mention him after all.

"Oh, alright then, keep drawing. Maybe you’ll be able to publish a book eventually, and your mom won’t say you can’t compare to me anymore when it comes to drawing."

"A book from drawing..." Qin Guanglin was indifferent; it was just a record of their lives, he didn’t believe a book would come out of it.

Who would read it?

"Comics are easy to make into a physical collection, especially short stories like yours, like that ’My Emperor’..." He Fang paused, then changed the subject, "Anyway, there’s hope. I still know a publisher who keeps nagging me for manuscripts. It would be perfect to hand yours in."

She had given up convincing Qin Guanglin to quit his job directly. Since he loved comics, staying at home drawing them was just as good; she thought of a roundabout way to keep him home instead of going out to work.

"Let’s talk about that later; how come your third volume hasn’t come out yet?"

"They told me they want to do a book signing, and I’m still considering..."

"Book signing?!" Qin Guanglin was slightly shocked, sitting up abruptly to look at her, "Are you really becoming popular?"

He had always thought that He Fang was doing it casually; even after publishing two volumes, he didn’t take it too seriously. Hearing about the signing suddenly made it feel different.

Book signings were something for big-time authors; could He Fang be part of that?

What was her main job after all, a writer or a teacher?

"No... they just want to use the gimmick of a beautiful female author to boost sales." He Fang smiled and shook her head, cupping his face and planting a kiss, "A beautiful author, impressive, right?"

"Impressive..."

Qin Guanglin looked at her and thought about it; a beautiful female author... it probably fit.

After all, there were many bald men in the writer’s circle; a woman who emerged and wasn’t bad-looking could be called a beautiful writer, especially since Teacher He was indeed quite attractive.

"Tell me honestly... how much money have you made from writing?"

Usually, he covered all their expenses for clothing, food, housing, and transportation, and He Fang didn’t spend much, so he didn’t pay much attention to her financial situation. Suddenly, he felt that her savings must be quite substantial.

He Fang gestured a figure eight with her hands, giving Qin Guanglin a shock,"That much?!"

He excitedly rubbed his hands together, thought for a moment, then lay back down and hugged He Fang tightly, massaging her a bit and burying his head in her neck, "Teacher He is amazing! Do it, do the signing, if we work hard for a year, we’ll have our house, hehehe..."

"But I donated it."

"..."

Qin Guanglin paused in his movements, stunned for a moment before reacting, lifting his head to look at her with a ’you’re joking’ expression.

" you donated it?"

"Yeah, I donated it." He Fang nodded, "I’m not joking, I really did."

"..."