Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 253 - 249: Gentle People Can’t Be Treated Gently

Chapter 253: Chapter 249: Gentle People Can’t Be Treated Gently

"Sister He, you are so nice. I originally thought you would..."

Gu Xiaoqing was still somewhat restrained, sitting by the window with He Fang, continuously stroking the book cover after they had ordered their meals.

"What did you think?"

"Hehe... never mind."

Attending the signing wasn’t only about getting her favorite book signed by the author, but also about seeing the author in person, seeing what kind of person could weave those words and create such a world.

Gu Xiaoqing felt very satisfied, with today exceeding her expectations by far.

Especially He Fang’s gentle demeanor and kind charm perfectly matched her imagination, even better than she had envisioned.

It was not a wasted trip.

"I was thinking before, anyone who could write such tender stories must also be very gentle, now seeing you in person, really, Sister He, I wanted to ask, are the stories in this book from your own experiences?"

"No, they’re not," He Fang said with a smile, shaking her head.

"Ah? Then how could you write them so delicately..." Gu Xiaoqing asked instinctively.

"The ones who write martial arts novels don’t actually know how to leap over roofs and vault over walls."

He Fang playfully winked, "And those who write about the supernatural aren’t actually catching ghosts every day."

"...okay then." Gu Xiaoqing felt a bit embarrassed, realizing she had asked a silly question.

She looked at the three book covers on the table and sighed, "Yes, such feelings, how could they possibly exist in reality..."

"Not necessarily... I believe there are better ones out there, even though I haven’t encountered them myself, someone surely will."

"Maybe." A trace of longing appeared on Gu Xiaoqing’s face. She looked up at He Fang, "Thank you, Sister He, for letting me see such beautiful stories..."

Human pessimism isn’t contagious, but words can resonate with emotion.

Even if she knew it would be hard to encounter such wonderful feelings herself, reading about them in books still let her feel that warmth and happiness, somewhat filling the void of her own longing.

"No, I should be thanking you for loving the stories I wrote," He Fang gently shook her head, looking at Gu Xiaoqing.

The two of them should be friends.

Originally, it was she, Gu Xiaoqing, who had read He Fang’s stories countless times, following them from books to online, and those comments and analyses always amazed He Fang.

It felt like meeting a soulmate.

Even though they didn’t know each other’s real names, they were more like friends than just friends.

"Hehe... nothing bad will happen later, right? I’d love to see them continue like this."

"That won’t happen, I promise."

From the moment she started writing, He Fang had already decided on a perfect ending.

This time, she wouldn’t ruin the story.

The meals were served very slowly during the lunch hour, but He Fang wasn’t in a hurry, slowly sipping her tea, answering various questions Gu Xiaoqing occasionally asked. By the time the dishes were served, Gu Xiaoqing’s initial restraint had completely vanished.

"Do you live in Luo City?" He Fang asked.

"Yes, over in the North City."

"That’s quite far from here."

"It’s okay, it’s just a couple of bus transfers," Gu Xiaoqing shook her head, then paused and asked, "Is Sister He also from Luo City?"

"Not at the moment."

"Oh..."

As the dark night pressed down outside, with little stars already hung in the sky, after finishing their meals, He Fang stopped Gu Xiaoqing from trying to pay the bill and paid herself, treating this most familiar yet most unfamiliar friend to dinner.

"Goodbye, Sister He!"

"Goodbye, it’s getting late, be careful on your way home."

"Will do!"

Gu Xiaoqing, carrying her three books, reluctantly turned and walked towards the bus station.

Walking along, she clenched her left hand and forcefully swung it, tiptoed, and briskly took a few steps, happily humming a tune.

This weekend had been wonderful.

...

"Eating for that long?"

Qin Guanglin came out from the adjacent KFC, took He Fang’s bag, handed her the Pikachu he was holding, and then they walked arm in arm towards the parking area.

He had already received a message from He Fang when she exited the signing event, saying she’d be dining with a new friend, so he should find himself something to eat, and so he took care of his own dinner at the nearby KFC.

"The dishes are taking too long, remember this place. We’re not coming here again."

He Fang pointed behind her, fiddling with a Pikachu toy—clearly a giveaway from a kid’s meal. She laughed, "You’re all grown up and still eating kid’s meals?"

"There’s no rule against it," Qin Guanglin shrugged nonchalantly. "Two burgers didn’t fill me up, so I added a kid’s meal. It’s a good deal."

"Hmph, big kid."

"Abba abba abba... I want milk..."

"Go, go, go, you’re not even embarrassed. We’re in public." He Fang laughed, pushing him away. "Hurry up and drive."

The night sky was filled with stars, and the streets were lush with greenery. The couple walked arm in arm, jostling each other and laughing softly. A breeze from afar gently brushed past them, stirring their clothes and causing a strand of He Fang’s hair to flutter.

"I thought you were going out to eat with a male book friend at first, and I almost rolled up my sleeves to punch him before I realized it was a woman."

"She just has short hair, how does she look like a man?" He Fang rolled her eyes. "Are you that jealous?"

"Hmm, what do you think?"

The pair joked as they got into the car, and He Fang’s phone chimed.

"Sister He, you’re such a gentle person. You’re bound to find the happiness described in books."

She looked at the WeChat message and smiled, "You too, keep it up."

"Look, someone called me gentle." He Fang showed off her phone to Qin Guanglin.

"Yeah, you are gentle."

Qin Guanglin, buckling his seatbelt, asked, "That happiness in the book... is it great?"

He had naturally read the books his girlfriend wrote, more than once. Although he regretted not meeting He Fang as early as they did in the book, he felt their current relationship was almost as good as the fictional one.

"Pretty much."

"Mmm..." Qin Guanglin thought for a moment, then suddenly smirked, looking at her with a mischievous gleam in his eye. "I can’t do anything about us not being childhood sweethearts, but I can offer the other kinds of happiness."

He Fang squinted at him, asking, "Like what?"

"Sshhh..." Qin Guanglin made a sibilant sound.

"Pfft, you’re so improper."

"It’s what you wrote, isn’t it?"

Amidst their laughter, the car started, slowly turned around in the dark night, and then smoothly drove towards their home.

...

It was late at night.

The curtains were tightly closed, the air filled with the fragrance of mock-orange, and Qin Guanglin, completely relaxed, lay on the bed. One hand dangled over the edge of the bed, the other wrapped around He Fang, his eyes half-closed, savoring the moment.

It’s true that occasionally trying things out as written in the book really did feel quite blissful.

He Fang lay sprawled on the bed, too lazy to move. After a long while, she moved her head onto his chest and closed her eyes, murmuring, "I’m a bit hungry."

The moment she finished speaking, Qin Guanglin’s stomach growled twice. He Fang lifted her head a bit surprised, "Let’s go get some food!"

If it were just her, she could endure the hunger, but with both of them feeling it, they had to buy some food.

She boldly directed him.

Qin Guanglin casually reached for the phone on the nightstand, checked it, and placed it back, saying, "It’s past midnight, what’s still open... Only the food stalls, maybe. Do you want barbecue or something?"

"Isn’t the little supermarket downstairs still open? Let’s get some dried plums. Buy whatever you want," He Fang rubbed her little foot on his leg. "Oh, and also duck feet..."

"Are you hungry or just craving?"

Qin Guanglin propped his head up slightly to look at her, saw her eyes fluttering, and reluctantly got up, searching for his clothes at the foot of the bed, "Anything else you want?"

"Umm... that’s all."

He Fang’s eyes shone, watching Qin Guanglin dress and get off the bed. She got up for a hug and pecked him on the cheek, "Thanks, hubby."

Oh, Qin Guanglin was elated.

"Wait for me, I’ll be right back!"

He responded, grabbed his wallet, and clattered down the stairs. Soon, he clattered back up, carrying a big bag of snacks.

As He Fang lay on the bed, holding her second duck foot like a hamster, Qin Guanglin had already wolfed down two sandwiches, gulping down two large glasses of water, feeling his energy returning.

He turned to see He Fang quietly spitting out bones, and his gaze shifted.

He Fang caught his expression and stiffened, "What are you thinking?"

"Is it good?" Qin Guanglin smiled soothingly. "Eat up."

"..."