Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 282 - 278: I Also Have a Date

Chapter 282: Chapter 278: I Also Have a Date

"We’ll just keep trying then," He Fang said with a laugh.

Qin Guanglin looked at her smiling face, pursed his lips, but said no more.

No matter what issues she had, it was imperative to help her get better.

He should find some time to see a psychologist...

"Why are you so distracted?"

At the dinner table, Qin’s Mom noticed Qin Guanglin’s behavior and couldn’t help but ask.

Usually, by the halfway point of their meal, Qin Guanglin would have already started on his second bowl, but today he was eating slowly, bite by bite, and hadn’t yet finished his first bowl.

"No, not at all," Qin Guanglin came back to his senses, picked up his bowl, and hungrily finished it off before wiping his mouth and saying, "I’m done eating."

"That’s it?" He Fang asked.

"I ate too much at lunch."

"Eat a little more."

He Fang took his bowl, got up to serve him another portion, and then topped it with a few more chops of vegetables.

"...Alright then."

As He Fang watched Qin Guanglin resume eating from his bowl, she fell into contemplative thought.

Something’s off with this guy, what’s going on?

Ever since she rejected him last night, he’s seemed a bit down... and, come to think of it, it’s been over a week since she let him touch her.

Men...

Ha.

Qin Guanglin noticed He Fang watching him and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing."

He Fang shook her head and lowered it to continue eating.

After the meal,

the two of them linked arms and went for a walk to aid digestion, crunching on the snow underfoot as they strolled along the roadside. Only a crescent moon hung in the sky, offering little light.

"Let’s go home early for the New Year."

"Hmm?"

"Stay longer at home, have a break... It must be boring for you staying here all by yourself."

Qin Guanglin, busy with his daytime job, was worried it would be depressing for her to be home alone all the time. When it came to psychological issues, being alone only made things worse.

No wonder she always wanted him to stay at home and paint...

"Hmm... I’ll go over for the Spring Festival holiday earlier to wish everyone well, and I’ll stay a few extra days at your place—or maybe we could go traveling during the festival to unwind," he continued.

"So you really want me to go away?" He Fang pouted.

What’s there to be upset about... it’s only been a bit over a week without that.

Just over a week, and in the future, this guy will regret it.

"It’s not that interesting for you to just stay here..." Qin Guanglin said.

He Fang snorted inwardly and looked at him sideways, "So it’s not interesting anymore?"

"..."

Qin Guanglin scratched his head, feeling as if something was amiss.

"Let’s talk about it later, let’s go back and rest."

He Fang pulled him around a corner and leisurely ambled back to their place. She picked up her pajamas and went to the bathroom to shower and wash her hair.

"Why so early?"

Qin Guanglin was puzzled, "Aren’t you going to the gym?"

"Not tonight."

"..."

Listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, Qin Guanglin checked his pockets, quietly went downstairs to return the dash cam to its place, and afterwards started to prepare the drawing board to update the public WeChat account. He Fang seemed quite happy when she saw it, and it should help with her issues.

Every happy person has a sad heart; the brighter the smile, the deeper the internal scars...

He remembered the words he had seen on a friend’s social media and couldn’t help but reflect.

What profound truth.

Teenagers understanding so much, truly prodigies.

"What are you drawing there? Aren’t you going to shower?"

He Fang, having finished her bath, lay back on the bed and noticed him doodling away, prompting him to act.

"I’m not in a hurry, you go to sleep first!"

"Me go to sleep? Are you sure?" He Fang chuckled to himself, seeing that Guanglin was starting to get a little petulant.

"Ah? If you’re sleepy, go to sleep first... I still have to paint for a while." Qin Guanglin shook his pen, swishing it back and forth across the paper.

...

By the time he finished his painting and put away his papers and brush, stretching languidly, he turned to see He Fang who was still playing ’Fight the Landlord’ on the bed. He found his pajamas and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower with a patter of steps.

Having not slept at all last night and only napping briefly today from just before one to four o’clock—a total of just over three hours—Qin Guanglin felt drowsy as soon as he hit the sheets, yawning and pulling He Fang close.

A smile hinted at the corners of He Fang’s mouth, and then she saw him kiss her, wish her a good night, and close his eyes to start sleeping.

"...Don’t sleep."

"Hmm?"

"It’s still so early." He Fang nudged him with her foot against his leg.

"I’m really sleepy, let’s sleep now."

Qin Guanglin, with his eyes closed, cradled the back of her head in his arms, trying to catch up on lost sleep.

"Wake up, don’t sleep."

"What’s up?"

"What do you think?" He Fang whispered in his ear.

Indeed, he was sulking. He had napped until after four in the afternoon and now, at only ten o’clock, he was claiming to be very sleepy.

Hmph, men.

"Today I’m really tired, let’s wait until tomorrow, tomorrow." Qin Guanglin pulled her down slightly to hold her properly, this kind of thing shouldn’t be rushed, better to get some rest first.

"No... can’t sleep, wake up for me."

He Fang would not back down, she messed with his face, refusing to let him sleep peacefully.

"Aiyo..." Qin Guanglin gave in, opening his eyes to look at her, "Didn’t we say whoever touches the other is the puppy?"

"..."

"Good, sleep now."

"Woof."

"..."

...

The next day was the weekend.

The weary Qin Guanglin finally woke up near twelve noon.

Opening his eyes and taking a long breath, he sat up, rubbing his waist. After getting dressed, he went to the door and was greeted by the hissing sounds of stir-frying and the enticing aroma wafting through the air.

"Hungry?" He Fang turned her head back from the kitchen when she heard him stirring, revealing a sweet smile, "I saw you sleeping soundly and didn’t call you, just went ahead and made lunch."

"Hmm, smells amazing."

Qin Guanglin flushed the toilet and came over after rubbing his eyes, kissing her, "What did you make?"

"Oysters embraced in eggs, chive stir-fried with river shrimp, stir-fried kidneys with green onions..."

"..."

Perhaps it was psychological or really effective, but after indulging in this rich meal, Qin Guanglin felt alive again, brimming with energy.

That’s young people for you. A good sleep, a hearty meal, and all problems are solved.

"Did you check out the painting I did yesterday?"

Qin Guanglin asked He Fang, who was washing dishes in the kitchen.

"I did, it’s really nice."

"Does it... have a healing style to it?"

"Very healing."

"That’s good, I’ll go check the comments... I’m sure there’s a bunch of marriage pressure ones." Qin Guanglin rose from the couch, burping, and shuffled into the bedroom to turn on the computer.

The computer was quite old, taking over thirty seconds to boot up. When the desktop finally appeared, a pop-up window from Penguin News arrived on schedule.

The cursor stuttered when he moved it to the top-right corner, about to click the close button, but then he paused.

"A mysterious midnight emergency phone call, which saved a family of three..."

Midnight... phone call...

Sensitive to these words, Qin Guanglin inexplicably clicked on the clickbait-like headline.

Ten minutes later.

"Where are you off to?" He Fang, who was doing laundry on the balcony, noticed Qin Guanglin putting on a coat and asked casually.

"... Xiao Yu asked me to meet him, just stay at home."

Qin Guanglin replied, grabbed the car keys, and trotted down the stairs to start the car.