Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 290 - 285: No Other Way

Chapter 290: Chapter 285: No Other Way

Evening.

Zhao Qing lay in bed, propped against a pillow, clutching her smartphone and laughing silently.

"You can’t deny it, it is quite interesting." She nudged He Shan with her elbow, displaying Qin Guanglin’s public account cartoons on her phone.

During dinner, He Fang had shared this public account in the group chat, but it wasn’t until now, with some free time, that she began to read it. Before she knew it, more than an hour had gone by.

He Shan wasn’t in the mood for such things; he was still mulling over an issue. "You mentioned Fang earning eighty thousand from writing novels..."

"The two of them have been living together for nearly two years now; money matters aren’t separated that clearly. Donating eighty thousand quietly could naturally lead to some conflicts."

"No, that’s not what I’m talking about, that’s in the past," He Shan smacked his lips, turned to wrap his arms around her waist, and gave it a little rub. "No wonder she refused two hundred thousand last year, determined to see him locked up... She can really make money, and equally spend it. I’ve lived for more than thirty years and all my donations combined don’t even reach eight thousand."

"All the virtues you accumulate from helping people get divorced every day far exceed any donation," Zhao Qing snorted, then continued to enjoy the cartoon.

As she scrolled down to the comment section and saw a plethora of messages pressuring for marriage, she stopped swiping her finger. "Looking at the cartoons, it’s mostly about the two of them, with Qin Guanglin’s mother appearing occasionally. Just based on these, she seems to be living quite well over there."

"Everyone only picks the good stuff to show, right? You think he’s going to draw their real fights and post them on the public account for everyone to see?" He Shan was unconcerned.

It just felt a bit off. He had only met Qin Guanglin a few times and hadn’t really gotten to know him yet, and here He Fang was talking about them getting married?

It was all too sudden.

He wasn’t even mentally prepared... Maybe it was due to dealing with too many divorce cases, but now he doubted the reliability of every couple he saw. He thought they should get to know each other better and take it slowly.

"You can tell from their usual interaction, such a good pair being together, how bad could their arguments get? Didn’t you hear Fang say they had a bit of a tiff, and then she beat him up..."

Zhao Qing set her phone aside, straightened her hair, and lay down with a sigh. "She’s an adult, no need for you to worry so much. You’ve spent half your life in this little place, and your way of thinking is too different from Fang’s, who has lived in a big city. You can’t really wrap your head around it. She can casually donate eighty thousand, can’t you understand that? People are different, she has her own thoughts and life. Why bother so much?"

"Indeed..."

Upon reflection, He Shan had no choice but to nod. "If we had been preparing to buy a house back then, and you dared to throw that much money away, I would have..."

"Would have what?" Zhao Qing glanced at him sideways.

"Would have... would have... nothing." He Shan wasn’t stupid; it was a hypothetical situation, no need to make trouble for nothing.

Putting himself in that situation, if he and Zhao Qing were involved, forget arguing, even keeping the TV and smartphone safe would be up for debate.

If it were before marriage, breaking up might even be a possibility – bringing home a wife that squanders money, what would become of the house afterward?

That was his worry, his sister’s actions... Although it’s fine to spend what one earns, such a disposition and way of doing things could lead to trouble after marriage.

Looking at it this way, that kid Qin Guanglin wasn’t bad; he was all set on buying a house and getting married, totally unfazed by it.

"Qin Guanglin will probably come over again this year, right?" Zhao Qing suddenly said.

"He should... He came last year, there’s no reason not to come this year."

"So he’s almost my brother-in-law now?"

He Shan felt a bit of a toothache at the title, "Almost brother-in-law... yep, that’s what he is."

The image of Qin Guanglin’s first visit with a grass carp in hand and his silly appearance came to mind.

This kid... actually seemed like a very decent person.

...

He’s Daddy sat cross-legged on the bed, hunched over as he stared at the smartphone on the bed, swiping with his finger and intently watching the public account posts that He Fang had shared in the group.

Not sure what part he was reading, but he started laughing foolishly with a "heh heh heh", swiping to the end of the comments section. The moment he saw the messages urging them to get married, his smile vanished, and he emotionlessly flipped to the next article.

A short while later, he was chuckling foolishly again.

...That girl seems to be doing quite well in Luo City.

It wasn’t until after two in the morning when He Shan got up to relieve himself and saw that the light was still on in He’s Daddy’s room, prompting him to knock on his door.

"Dad, you haven’t slept yet?"

"Oh, I’ll be going to bed soon."

"Don’t stay up so late during the New Year," He Shan peered in. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing much, just playing with my phone..."

He’s Daddy covered the phone with his hand and lay down as though ready to sleep. "Turn off the light for me."

"Oh."

...

Qin Guanglin arrived in He City on the sixth day of the lunar New Year.

He set out at dawn and reached He Fang’s apartment building before the sun had set.

He Fang had been waiting there for a long time, dressed in a thick down jacket, her hands tucked into her pockets as she stamped her feet impatiently. Her face was red with cold, and her breath formed a mist in the air, billowing out far.

"Didn’t I say I’d call you when I got here?" Qin Guanglin hadn’t even unbuckled his seatbelt before He Fang had already climbed into the car, rubbing her hands together and breathing on them.

"Give me a kiss."

"So eager?" Qin Guanglin glanced outside to make sure no one from the He Family was around, then leaned in and pecked her on the lips. "How long have you been waiting?"

"I’ve been waiting for a really long time, so you need to kiss me for a really long time too."

After her request was fulfilled, He Fang felt much warmer sitting in the car. Once the cold had subsided, she opened the door to get out and planned to take Qin Guanglin upstairs.

"Hold on, I need to book a room first, or we’ll be out of luck if there are none available tonight."

Qin Guanglin pulled her back in, drove to a hotel to reserve a room, then brought He Fang back again. As the sun was just about to set, he began to take the gifts out of the trunk.

"What’s this?" He Fang asked, frowning as she stood by.

"Guess."

Ever since Qin Guanglin had discovered her secret, he’d been curious to see just how miraculous it was. He pointed to a burlap sack in the trunk and paused before remembering that they were in He City, where the immortal’s powers were of no use. Before He Fang could speak, he shrugged and said, "Pork hindquarter."

Before the New Year, he had witnessed a pig-slaughtering event at the market. Besides getting some meat for his own family, he bought more than half of a pork hindquarter, over forty pounds, intending to give it to his future father-in-law.

Such a gift was both prestigious and practical, far better than cigarettes, alcohol, or tea—at least until the meat was eaten. Every time her family ate meat, they would remember this potential son-in-law. Brilliant.

"Don’t go for all that flashy stuff; this is much better." Qin Guanglin hoisted the burlap sack onto his shoulder and nodded his chin at He Fang. "There’s also some fruit and a box of milk for you to handle."

"..."

He Fang opened her mouth but said nothing, carrying the fruit and milk out of the trunk. After closing it, she followed him upstairs.