Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 285 - 281: Willow Fairy

Chapter 285: Chapter 281: Willow Fairy

Divining fortunes, if you ask, "What am I thinking right now?" or "What will I do next?" it’s purely looking for trouble because it’s like getting a check-up at the hospital: you can only detect something if there’s an ailment; nothing shows up if there’s no issue.

Besides, He Fang didn’t understand this stuff.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment, then He Fang pursed her lips, "This can’t be divined."

"How come it can’t be divined?" Qin Guanglin objected, stretching out his hand and demanding, "Come on, divine it for me, is it about reading palms?"

"...You will go to work tomorrow, you will paint, and you will talk with your colleagues."

He Fang turned around irritably to go cook, "Do you even need to ask?"

"..."

Qin Guanglin scratched his chin and found nothing to counter with.

Could there really be immortals in the world?

And he just happened to have encountered one?

This is... bullshit.

He sighed and lay down on the bed, his mind in a mess.

Regardless, he saved a family of three, and that’s like being a living Buddha...a good deed.

But not understanding it left him constantly perturbed, and looking at He Fang’s face, she didn’t seem to plan on telling the truth.

Tsk... Suppressing and spoiling that person every day, is she an immortal?

What a loss!

Before she returned that evening, he even bought duck feet in advance... such meticulous thought—But then the question arose again, how come she didn’t foresee that she would wake up and then sneakily see her making a phone call?

Qin Guanglin blankly stared at the ceiling, trying to sort out the recent events.

After He Fang finished cooking and came to check on him, he was still sprawled on the bed like a dried little fish.

"What did you eat outside?"

"Hot pot."

"Did you eat enough? Want to eat more?"

"No more... You eat, call me if you can’t finish." Qin Guanglin said lazily.

He Fang didn’t bother with him any further and sat in the living room eating quietly.

After the meal.

She didn’t leave anything for Qin Guanglin, having eaten all the food cleanly, and while she was washing the dishes, she saw Qin Guanglin pitter-pattering like a pendulum running to the restroom to shower.

"What are you doing?!"

Just after washing the dishes and returning to the bedroom, before He Fang even started her homework at the desk, Qin Guanglin scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed.

"What do you think?"

"..."

...

After the deed was done.

Qin Guanglin resumed his lazy demeanor, contemplating the implications of marrying a great fairy.

It seemed there was no effect, quite thrilling actually...

But then again, judging by her actions and words, seemed like Chen Rui might ruin the company?

Or... end up getting fooled in the end?

Watching He Fang at the desk organizing her lesson plans, his brows gradually furrowed again.

"My mouth is blessed, you need to listen to me," He Fang’s words were recalled by Qin Guanglin, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

This... was kinda terrifying upon further thought.

"What are you thinking?" He Fang, finishing her tasks, stood up and stretched lazily, asking upon seeing him lost in thought.

"Nothing..."

Qin Guanglin shook his head and hesitated before asking, "What do you think about the company I’m at now?"

"Huh? Isn’t it just what it is... It’s pretty good if you don’t have to work overtime."

"Oh."

"So tired—" He Fang drowsily swayed as she looked for her pajamas to prepare for a shower, "I should’ve known better than to make so much food for you at noon..."

"Aren’t you an immortal?"

"Can immortals do ’that’ every day?"

"Uh..." Qin Guanglin really didn’t know what immortals were like, he energetically propped himself up by the headboard, gesturing, "Do you know any spells?"

"Are you feverish again?" He Fang touched his forehead suspiciously, looked at him with disgust, and went out with her clothes, no longer paying attention to him.

Getting more childish by the day.

Qin Guanglin watched her shuffling to the living room, and shortly after, the sound of the bathroom door closing followed.

He turned over and settled in bed, with a question emerging from the depths of his heart.

Do immortals cry too?

...

The next day.

Qin Guanglin stood at the door, full of thoughts, waiting for He Fang to help him with his scarf and hat, hugged her, and then left downstairs.

Starting the car, halfway to the company, he suddenly turned the steering wheel and called Chen Rui.

"What’s up?"

Chen Rui’s voice was still groggy from sleep, dispensing with pleasantries, a call on an early Monday morning had to mean something.

"I’m taking a day off."

"Oh... then I need to head to the company now. You’re driving?"

"Yeah."

"Alright then."

After a brief exchange, they hung up the call, and Qin Guanglin drove towards the highway.

From Luo City to Zhongnan, a long-distance bus takes four hours, but it took him five hours to drive, reaching the foot of the mountain a little after one in the afternoon.

Without delaying, he clambered up to the mountain gate with his phone, ting-a-ling-ling, looking around for the man he wanted to find. The old man at the spot from his last trip was replaced by another, and after a long search in another corner, he finally spotted the one he had in mind.

"Old man, why did you say I’ll marry in three years?"

Qin Guanglin’s question got the attention of the grandpa in the rooster-cock overcoat in front of him, who carefully looked him over, "Who are you?"

"..."

"I see at least eight or ten people a day for fortunes... Bring your birth chart first," the old man gestured with his fingers.

Qin Guanglin glanced around, sat down in front of him on the stool, rattled off a bunch, and the old man pulled out his treasured almanac, searched for a moment, took out a piece of paper and scribbled on it, then looked it over and cleared his throat to speak.

"Wood-water in harmony, harming officials generates wealth, this is a good birth chart... eh, it’s you?" The old man suddenly remembered him, sizing him up, leaning back, and with a tilt of his chin said, "Well? Convinced now?"

"..."

Qin Guanglin eyed him skeptically as the old man looked smug; was this guy just making it up?

"How do you figure that, and why do you say so?"

"You can’t expect me to make a living off this..."

Qin Guanglin pulled out a red banknote to silence him, grinned as he scraped along the collar of the banknote, "Hey, that’s easy. The marriage palace aligns with the coming year of the Earth Dog in perfect harmony; wealth is exposed, conquered with emotion, a proper marriage, it’d be difficult not to wed."