Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 248 - 244: So Many People Urging

Chapter 248: Chapter 244: So Many People Urging

Night.

Whether it was because of the fight they had, or the guilt lingering in their hearts, the two engaged in an exceptionally intense and in-depth conversation.

After the talk, He Fang soon fell into a deep sleep. Qin Guanglin sat up in bed quietly for a while, tenderly caressed her cheek, and then slipped out of bed.

Once the conflict under the bed was resolved, if there were still lingering doubts, another round of conversation in bed would usually settle everything completely.

The closest communication and interaction are always the best solution to problems—unless there really is no love left between the two, in which case nothing could save it.

He sneakily took out the drawing board from a corner, then gently closed the door behind him and turned on the lights in the living room, where Qin Guanglin began to paint.

At around two a.m., he finally sat in front of the computer to upload his painting and then stretched, yawned, crawled into bed, and wrapped his arms around He Fang’s smooth back, closing his eyes.

Being harmonious and comfortable was preferable, no point in fighting.

When morning came, He Fang woke up, grabbed her phone to check the time, then closed her eyes, turned over, and snuggled into Qin Guanglin’s embrace, indulging in his scent a little longer.

About fifteen minutes later, she lazily sat up, found her pajamas at the corner of the bed, gently slipped them on, and climbed out of bed. She approached the mirror on the desk to check if her eyes were still swollen.

After a long look, she could still see slight puffiness. He Fang glanced back at Qin Guanglin, who was still deeply asleep, and huffed as she slapped his buttocks.

Pia!

Crisp and resounding.

"What the heck?! What happened?!"

Qin Guanglin, startled awake, only saw He Fang’s retreating back as she turned away.

"It’s nothing, go back to sleep."

"..."

Qin Guanglin relaxed, covering his forehead with a sigh.

She asked him yesterday if she should hit him, and now he had been awakened from a wonderful dream.

Women, so unpredictable.

Listening to the sounds of her finishing up in the bathroom and then the sizzle of oil in the kitchen, Qin Guanglin finally got dressed and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

"I think I need to replenish myself. Let’s buy some leeks and oysters later tonight..." Qin Guanglin, with a mouthful of toothpaste foam, advised while rubbing his back.

"Can’t you just behave?" He Fang spat.

"Wasn’t it you who..."

"Who?!"

Seeing He Fang brandish the spatula and glare at him, Qin Guanglin quickly silenced himself, took a sip of water, and gargled thoroughly.

It takes two to clap, yet it seemed he was being made out to be the bad guy.

Men have it tough.

Luckily, a few months of working out had some effect... Washing up, Qin Guanglin again posed in front of the mirror, and only when He Fang impatiently called him for breakfast did he joyfully run out.

"Not even pack, and still fond of posing there," He Fang looked at him with disdain.

"What do you mean no pack, it’s starting to show."

Qin Guanglin, discontent, lifted his shirt to show off his abdomen, "Look, can you see the lines now?"

"Psh, just a little bit." He Fang scoffed, "Are you working out so hard just to hit me harder when you do? To slam the table with more force, right?"

"Hey, look at you; weren’t we turning a new page?" Qin Guanglin dejectedly let his shirt fall, "And how could I possibly hit... spit spit spit, I can’t be such a scoundrel."

"Hmph, you can’t even think about it."

After breakfast, the two tidied up their things. Qin Guanglin drove He Fang to school as usual, watched her disappear into the campus, then started the car and rushed to the company.

A new week of work had begun.

During a break with no classes, He Fang sat in her office, looked at the subscriptions on her public account, and with a smile unconsciously spreading on her face, she feigned a punch in the air.

Qin Guanglin’s latest comic on his public account was uploaded last night at midnight, featuring a female superhero who strongly resembles He Fang, beating up the villain Qin.

This guy, seriously! No wonder he seemed a bit listless in the morning; I thought he was worn out. Turns out he sneaked off to draw all night instead.

I mean, come on, he’s young and works out every day, how could he be weak? Even if he were, it has nothing to do with her.

Right, it’s none of her business.

"Teacher He, you watch this too?" Hu noticed her smile, leaned over to take a peek, and laughed, "I’ve been watching it too, it’s quite interesting... Hey, I’ve always thought you look like the character. Don’t you think? Isn’t she just like you?"

"That’s me." He Fang nodded in acknowledgment.

"Huh?"

Hu was stunned for a moment, then realized, "So, this guy getting beaten up crying..."

"My boyfriend, drew it to cheer me up."

"Awesome... the author mentioned at the beginning that it was just for fun, all about him and his girlfriend’s daily life. You’re making me jealous... So the heroine is actually you!"

Hu suddenly got a bit excited, "Hey, hey, is he the one who picks you up after school? He can draw too? Are these daily life stories real or embellished? If they’re all true, that’s so sweet... I wish I had a boyfriend like that, ah~"

"Wake up, wake up, a student has come asking for help." He Fang tapped the doorway with her pen.

Hu stiffened up, turning her head to see the student standing outside the door.

"Did you see something?"

"I didn’t see anything, Teacher, goodbye!" The student ran off clutching his textbooks.

How bizarre, that was definitely not the usually serious Teacher Hu.

Definitely not.

"Wait... I didn’t even ask yet." Hu spoke too late, shrugged helplessly, and turned to He Fang again, "I never would have guessed... Looks like you guys are getting married soon, huh?"

"Not really, probably not until the year after next," He Fang smiled warmly and shook her head, "It’s too early now, we’ll date for two more years first."

"What’s too early? If I had a boyfriend like that, I’d lock him down fast!"

"Hehe, you should be headed to class."

He Fang pointed at the clock, and just as she finished speaking, the bell rang for class outside.

"Yes, yes, yes, I’m going to class. Make sure your boyfriend draws more; it’s not just me, Teacher Chen loves it too, it’s super healing." Hu got up, clutching her textbooks, and reminded her before she turned to leave for class.

"I have fans among my colleagues."

He Fang texted this amusing fact to Qin Guanglin.

Qin Guanglin couldn’t make heads or tails of her message; his main reason for drawing was just for fun and not for profit, primarily to make He Fang happy. The concept of "fans" hardly crossed his mind.

After hearing He Fang’s explanation, he suddenly felt different, like he might become popular—people in real life had seen his drawings?

"What did she say?" Qin Guanglin asked.

"She said I’m so great, you’d better lock me down; otherwise, if we argue a few more times and you annoy me away, you’ll definitely regret it." He Fang blandly "repeated" what Teacher Hu had said.

Qin Guanglin grinned foolishly at his phone, suddenly feeling that starting this drawing was a wise decision.

Strangers viewing his drawings actually wished they would get married right there and then—that must count as a blessing, right?

The more people saw it, the more blessings they would receive.

He delightedly scrolled through the comments on his public account, liking each message urging them to get married, then took a screenshot and sent it to He Fang.

"Look, so many people are urging us to get married."

"Then what?" He Fang asked.

"Then... when do you plan to meet their expectations?"

"Their expectations?"

"And mine too."