Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 271 - 267: When are you getting married?

Chapter 271: Chapter 267: When are you getting married?

He Fang didn’t exclaim, but her and Qin’s Mom’s wide-open eyes and slightly open mouths filled Qin Guanglin with a strong sense of achievement.

This painting surpassed his abilities by more than just a little; the past half-month had nearly drained all his energy, and he developed a high fever right after he set the brush down.

It took a full day and two nights for him to recover.

This was his best work to date, and he knew he would never be able to produce another quite like it.

So, he decided he wouldn’t paint anymore.

This one was enough.

"Art." Qin Guanglin grinned, astonished once again as he looked at the completed painting.

It was perfect.

"If we were to sell this, it would fetch a good price, right?" Qin’s Mom remarked in shock. She had always thought Qin Guanglin was just painting worthless pictures, rather mediocre ones, but now that she looked closely, even the eyelashes on the painting were distinctly detailed.

Too detailed.

"Sell my ass, it’s a family heirloom."

Qin Guanglin, discontented, went to remove the painting from the easel but was stopped by He Fang.

"Wait a second, let me take another look."

She leaned in close to the painting of herself, her eyes bright and shining with delight.

"Do you like it?"

"I like it."

"Take it home, frame it, and hang it up so you can see it every day."

Qin Guanglin waited for a moment, then packed up the painting to hand it to He Fang to keep, feeling endlessly satisfied.

He walked out of the studio with a smile, turning back to say, "Take good care of it, it’s meant to be a family heirloom."

"Mhm."

He Fang cradled the painting against her chest, nodding obediently, and followed him out.

This indeed had to be a family heirloom.

As the two prepared to leave, Qin’s Mom smacked her lips and spoke up, "Hey... make one for me too."

"Can’t make another one."

"Hmph."

"Give me a few days to rest, I’ll make you a different one," Qin Guanglin turned back and gave Qin’s Mom a cheeky smile as he took He Fang to get the painting framed.

The so-called different one appeared on their WeChat moments a few days later; it documented the story of Qin’s Mom cooking softshell turtle soup after the National Day holiday and shooing Qin Guanglin out, only to call He Fang in to taste it.

Additionally, there were updates about dining together and discussions on ’mountain hiking and swimming,’ four episodes in total with two featuring Qin’s Mom.

Comments section:

"Real mom."

"Authentic."

"I hope my future mother-in-law is this adorable."

"Definitely a real mom."

"Daily question: When are you two getting married?"

"Above, I want to see the married life."

"+1, can’t wait."

"..."

With nearly twenty thousand followers, the comments section was long and lively, yet conversations always inadvertently turned towards the topic of marriage.

Qin Guanglin lounged on the couch, scrolling through his phone with a silly grin, feeling more at ease the more he read.

"Have you seen my WeChat moment? The netizens are even more anxious than us," he called out to He Fang, who was tying on an apron in the kitchen.

"Do you want to set up a few tables for them when you get married?"

"Where... They just look at my painting, feel happy, why bother setting up tables?" As he scrolled through his phone, Qin Guanglin replied to comments and muttered, "When we get married, just drawing the wedding process and posting it online will satisfy them. These netizens are really adorable... I hope they also find their own happiness."

After replying to a few messages, he put down the phone, exhaled with a smile, and picked up the Luo City map that he had brought from the property agent. It marked the locations and approximate prices of various communities—pretty intuitive at first glance. It was important to have a general understanding now to avoid losses later.

Big decisions must be made carefully.

"Go wash your hands—it’s time for food," He Fang said as she brought out the last dish and gently kicked him to urge him to start eating.

"Oh."

Qin Guanglin folded the map, washed his hands, and sat back down. Thinking for a moment, he asked, "What do you think, should we have a Chinese or Western style wedding?"

"Huh?"

He Fang was caught off guard, as she had just been looking at the map, and now he had suddenly switched back to talking about the wedding. Qin Guanglin’s leaps in conversation threw her off.

"Just a normal wedding will do, whatever type it is... Let’s just do it like how others do."

"That won’t do, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime event, it needs to be grand..."

"If you like, I can let you get married twice."

"Ptui, ptui, ptui."

Qin Guanglin pinched her face annoyingly, "How come I find you so nonchalant?"

"How am I nonchalant?" He Fang shook her head, pulling away his hand, and laughed, "Isn’t getting married just a formality? Making it all flashy, it’s better to save the money and take me out for some good food."

"Like you’ve ever lacked good food?"

"Let’s just eat, don’t talk too much."

He Fang forcefully ended the discussion. They were barely into it and already considering Chinese vs. Western styles. If they continued along this thread of conversation, he’d quickly escalate to buying rings—saying tomorrow would be an exaggeration, but it would happen very soon.

Qin Guanglin thought it indeed might be a bit early to discuss these, there’s the house to sort out first, then the bride price, after earning the bride price comes the proposal, and the proposal needs a diamond ring. To marry He Fang smoothly and happily and bring her home, there was still a lot to do.

Even though, given their relationship, a simple marriage would work too, but it would be an insult to her not to give her the best when he could.

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In November, under Qin Guanglin’s insistence, the couple added another weekend activity—driving around Luo City on Saturdays, observing the neighborhood environments of each area and crossing off the unsatisfactory ones on the map.

Though the elimination method was quite useful, after two outings with He Fang, Qin Guanglin started to get a headache. She seemed to find fault with everywhere, rarely giving more than a mediocre rating.

"What’s your ideal house like?"

After leisurely driving around West City, Qin Guanglin couldn’t help but ask.

This side of West City had Luo City University and affiliated primary schools, but the prices for homes in school districts were too high. He couldn’t afford them this year, and probably not in a few more years either. Regretfully leaving, He Fang still seemed casual, not having taken a genuine interest and even nitpicked about the environment.

He even suspected that He Fang disparaged it deliberately because they couldn’t afford it, but her demeanor didn’t quite fit that theory.

"My ideal?..." He Fang looked thoughtfully out the car window, "Somewhere quieter, on the outskirts, not too high up but not too low, with good lighting, and cheap."

"That’s pretty much what everyone wants," Qin Guanglin was exasperated, "Who doesn’t want good lighting and a cheap price?... Unless you’re a vampire, only they’d want to stay in dark houses all day."

"So let’s keep looking until we find the right one," He Fang shrugged, then pointed out the window, "Stop the car, I want to eat stinky tofu."

"... You can’t eat that."

"You don’t love me anymore."

"It smells like crap... Fine, fine, eat it but don’t kiss me before you brush your teeth." Qin Guanglin annoyedly parked the car on the roadside, watching her hop down eagerly to buy stinky tofu.

Who on earth invented this anti-human thing... Ugh, it’s so annoying.

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