Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 291 - 286: What Did You See?

Chapter 291: Chapter 286: What Did You See?

"Is it too much of a good deal?"

"Yes, a very good deal."

He’s Daddy and He Shan were looking at the large chunk of pork rear in the kitchen and fell silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

"We can’t finish this...let’s make cured meat; we can send half to Fang later on. That should be enough for the two of them for most of the year."

"Yes, that sounds good. It looks quite fresh, should taste nice as cured meat."

While the two of them were discussing what to do in the kitchen, Qin Guanglin, Zhao Qing, and He Fang were chatting outside. He Cheng was running around, occasionally coming over to grab some snacks and then dashing off somewhere else.

"Did you draw all these yourself? I was looking at them last night, and before I knew it, a couple of hours had passed."

Zhao Qing showed Qin Guanglin her progress on her phone. Over more than a year, there had been a considerable accumulation of drawings that couldn’t be viewed in a short time.

"Yep, just something I do when I’m bored, to give my reader friends a bit of joy," Qin Guanglin said with a scratch of his head and a smile, not mentioning that he mainly did it to cheer up He Fang.

So cheesy.

"Not bad... I see all the reads are 100k+. Is this mainly what you’re working on now?"

Zhao Qing didn’t really believe his talk of drawing casually out of boredom. Drawing casually and getting famous? What a joke.

She wasn’t ignorant about public accounts. Given the fan base and read count that Qin Guanglin had achieved, just a little bit of management could earn him tens of thousands a month.

Money isn’t important, just to make reader friends happy?

Do you think you’re Ma Guanglin?

She sighed and put away her phone, "I tried to create a channel for teaching little legal tidbits. It’s the era of social media, but I couldn’t get it off the ground. It’s not just about the technical skills; you’ve got to have the brains too—can’t compare to you young folks."

"Been lucky...mainly just doodling casually after work, and no one knows how it suddenly got so popular."

Qin Guanglin really didn’t know that earning money from a public account could be so easy. Since he turned down the advertisement from Pleasure Ring, he had received several ads. At the time, he had only about twenty thousand fans, although very active, the price couldn’t go very high. So he just focused on drawing as a form of memory, didn’t fuss over the superficial stuff. He even ignored cooperation messages, and now with over a hundred thousand fans, he hadn’t seriously taken any ads.

Every day he would be delighted to see a whole row of messages urging him to marry, leaving him totally lost in happiness and not caring about the rest.

"Is work going smoothly? I heard from Fang that you’re planning on buying a house this year?" Zhao Qing asked.

Qin Guanglin turned to look at He Fang, saw her smiling at him, and couldn’t resist squeezing her hand affectionately while nodding, "Yes, we’re looking now. Waiting for her to pick a spot—as for work..."

Speaking of work got him excited, and he went on, as if casually, "Work’s been pretty good this year, I got a promotion to a junior supervisor. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to buy a house so quickly..."

He Fang pinched his hand hard. Always showing off.

Zhao Qing pretended not to see the little interactions between them, pondering the word "supervisor" in her mind, and ventured to ask, "The size of your company...?"

As her main job was handling economic and commercial lawsuits, she had a deep understanding of this field. Unlike He’s Daddy, who didn’t even know what an editor did, being a supervisor wasn’t something you could achieve just by seniority. You had to have talents that ordinary people didn’t in order to live up to the title "director." This guy didn’t look old enough to have seniority; if he wasn’t bluffing, it must be a tiny company, where promotions seem as easy as child’s play.

Qin Guanglin felt a bit sheepish and scratched his head, "About a hundred people, a small company."

He included even those involved in Chen Rui’s platform portion in his count.

"..."

Zhao Qing’s eyebrows twitched. A company with over a hundred people focused on drawing, and he became a director so young...

He Fang really hit jackpot...ugh, stumbled upon a treasure.

No wonder she didn’t blink at two hundred thousand, and easily donated eighty thousand.

Having money means you can be capricious, show off!

"Cough... pretty impressive, no wonder Fang doesn’t want to come back from Luo City."

Seeing the two of them playing with each other’s fingers, Zhao Qing looked up at the clock and stood up, "I should start cooking, you two sit tight."

"Eh..." Qin Guanglin was about to get up to help but then thought that it’d be weird to cook with his sister-in-law, and he fell silent again.

Seeing Zhao Qing enter the kitchen, he rubbed He Fang’s cheeks, "Aren’t you going to help cook?"

"There’s my brother. It’s uncomfortable when the kitchen is too crowded, let them do it."

He Fang reached into his pocket and fished around, pulling out a piece of candy and also a red envelope. She glanced up at him and waved towards He Cheng, "Cheng, come call your aunt’s husband."

"Aunt’s husband!" He Cheng was sly; seeing the red envelope in her hand, he called out loudly to Qin Guanglin without any hesitation.

"Good boy, this is from your aunt’s husband, keep it safe," said He Fang with a beaming smile, stuffing the red envelope into his pocket and then pulling out a candy, "Want some candy?"

"I don’t want any, I like chocolate."

He Cheng looked down on fruit candies and grabbed two from the fruit bowl on the table, giving one to Qin Guanglin, "Aunt’s husband, have some candy."

Kitchen.

When Zhao Qing heard He Cheng’s voice from outside, she shook her head, "Your sister really knows how to choose."

"Hmm?" He Shan was still busy with a knife on the pork rear, and upon hearing this, he looked at her, "What do you mean?"

"Qin Guanglin looks ordinary at first glance, but he’s so young and has become a director... and then there’s his WeChat public account." Zhao Qing combined these two aspects and licked her lips, saying, "I bet he makes nearly a six-figure sum each month."

"How much?!"

He Shan almost dropped her knife, raising her voice sharply, then glanced outside and lowered her voice again, "He’s not just bragging, right?"

"No, this is my own estimate, he never said how much he makes, but I guess it’s pretty accurate." Zhao Qing had already imagined He Fang swiping her card in the mall, shopping spree-style.

"No wonder he can donate tens of thousands as if it’s nothing... even two hundred thousand seems trivial to him, he can actually earn it himself." She couldn’t help but express her amazement, "Thankfully, nothing happened that time. If that bottle had really caused someone harm, I bet your sister, with a knife in hand, would have possibly stabbed those scumbags to death."

"..."

He Shan glanced at the pork rear on the cutting board, and looked outside again, feeling that this didn’t quite seem real.

But on second thought, it made sense. Staying in Luo City all year round without returning... indeed, who would want to come back to this dismal little place after enjoying all the fine things there?

"It’s true, the poorer people are, the more they like to pretend. Someone with real substance like him... gives whatever he wants, choosing something practical." He Shan patted the pork rear, "Genuinely sincere... otherwise, who could tell that this guy is actually rich?"

"People like to keep a low profile, just like your sister, who published her book and acted as if nothing had happened, then donated the money right away... It’s no coincidence that these two get along so well."

Zhao Qing, while picking vegetables, reminisced. Initially, she thought that boy seemed simple and foolish, a good match for He Fang’s lazy nature, but now it appeared that they were indeed a match, though in a different way.

"What you’re saying is so true." He Shan decided not to dwell on Qin Guanglin and He Fang’s matters anymore, continuing to work on the pork rear, content to know her sister was doing well.

"What’s so true?"

"What you said last night; Fang is grown up, I don’t need to worry so much about her—indeed, I’ve lived in this place for half my life, my thinking and vision are different, I can’t even worry properly if I wanted to."

He Shan shook her head with a heavy sense of emotion, "I used to think about getting her to come back here to teach, to marry into a stable family; life in the big city is so hard... If you’re struggling, it’s because you’re not capable; those who are, can live comfortably anywhere."

Zhao Qing rolled her eyes, "It’s because you’re not capable."

"Alright, alright, I’m not capable." He Shan agreed with a nod, "Anyway, as long as we live our small lives well, isn’t it good now?"

"It’s really good now, come here and give me a kiss."

He Shan chuckled and leaned forward for a smack, "That’s right..." He looked up to see a little head peeking in at the kitchen door, eyes rolling about, and suddenly got stuck.

"What are you sneakily watching, you little rascal?!"

"I didn’t see anything!"

He Cheng shouted and scurried back into the living room, with Qin Guanglin and He Fang quickly sitting properly.

"What did you see your dad doing just now?" He Fang asked curiously.

"I saw my dad doing what aunt’s husband just did."

"..."