Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 296 - 291: Your Wife Looks Familiar

Chapter 296: Chapter 291: Your Wife Looks Familiar

"Why buy old if you can live in new?"

Qin Guanglin looked at the real estate advertisement across the street and couldn’t resist the urge to go take a look.

Even if he couldn’t afford it after seeing, coming back here wouldn’t be too late.

"It’s convenient here," He Fang said, her hands in her pockets as she watched him.

"It’s just one street, a five-minute deal."

"Saving five minutes a day amounts to over eighteen hundred minutes a year."

"You’re just being argumentative."

"The feng shui isn’t good over there."

"..."

Qin Guanglin had nothing to say, suppressed his impulse, and followed her into the real estate agency.

Feng shui sounds mystical, but you can’t just dismiss it.

As long as He Fang was happy, that’s what mattered.

The weekend was spent house hunting, and the agent was very attentive without showing any signs of impatience; perhaps because the new development across the street really did affect the transactions here—not much difference in price, many people preferred the brand-new buildings opposite.

The names on that side were also more stylish, with units named after the four seasons, in stark contrast to the ABCD sections on this side; the difference was far from negligible.

"So, we just choose from these few houses?"

Qin Guanglin wasn’t one to dawdle, and neither was He Fang on this matter; half a month later, they had already determined several housing options, picking from floor plans they had brought back from the agent.

"Don’t go too high, third to fifth floor are best." He Fang quickly removed half of the plans and placed them into the alternative stack.

"Yeah... we’ve also prepared a room for the kid, though my mom isn’t coming to stay now, she has to come over when you’re doing the postnatal care, three rooms are just right, and we can use the spare one as a guest room."

Qin Guanglin pondered, picking through the choices; Qin’s Mom was currently living comfortably and definitely wouldn’t want to move in and be cramped, three rooms should suffice, and if one day more space was needed, they could probably switch to a bigger house by then.

"Just these two in the end?"

Only two plans remained on the table, both on the third floor but in different areas and with different layouts.

"Yeah, we’ll go have a look in person next weekend, see which one is better."

For such a major decision as buying a house, Qin Guanglin took time to go home and ask for Qin’s Mom’s opinion; surprisingly, she wasn’t worried at all, "Isn’t your Brother Liang in this field? Leave it to the professionals, what would an old lady like me know?"

"Aren’t you going to check if there’s something wrong with them...?"

"Stop with the superstition, what’s there to worry about? They surely consulted someone when they built those houses, no need for your concern."

"..."

She had a point; people who build houses are usually more superstitious than those who buy them—plus, how does that saying go? Fortunate people dwell in blessed lands, even the unfortunate end up blessed.

According to his and He Fang’s luck, they could make even a lousy house into a place with great feng shui.

House buying progress was fiery; Qin Guanglin had withdrawn all his savings to cover the down payment, and securing a loan had been quick and easy, no need to trouble his mom or borrow from others.

Securing the house meant they could take decorating slowly; after all, while housing prices soared, decorating costs did not, easing a significant concern off his mind, allowing him to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, there seemed to be nothing to do.

A long-standing goal finally achieved, leaving a sense of satisfaction, yet also creating a void.

"What should we do next?"

Qin Guanglin jingled his keys as he asked He Fang.

They had a car, a house, seemed like it was time to be lazy.

There was still the pressure of mortgage repayments... though it hardly felt like pressure, merely more worry that Chen Rui might ruin the company.

It had to be said, fortune had smiled upon them; step by step, first meeting Chen Rui, then Sun Wen running off, him stepping up to the challenge, managing with Chen Rui to keep the company afloat, then expanding—

Success and failure, sometimes it really is just a hair’s breadth apart.

He Fang thought he was asking about renovations and replied casually, "Leave the renovation to me, you don’t have to worry about it."

"Can you handle it?" Qin Guanglin was skeptical, he didn’t even know where to begin, and yet he wanted to oversee everything all by himself.

"Don’t worry, it’s good to have someone co-own."

...

The renovation dragged on until March, when He Fang somehow came up with a renovation plan, asked people to create a rendering, and showed it to Qin Guanglin, who was pleasantly surprised at how well it turned out.

"That’s great, let’s go with this—are we financially covered?"

Buying the house had already drained Qin Guangling’s savings, and if He Fang’s finances fell short, they would need to either delay or borrow some from Qin’s Mom.

But judging by the sales of He Fang’s novels, they should have more than enough.

"I told you not to worry about it."

After showing him, He Fang put the plan away, and next, they just needed to find a reliable renovation company to start work.

This month wasn’t just about the house, Qin Guanglin was dragged by Xiao Yu to try on wedding outfits, familiarize himself with the wedding procedure, and listen to him complain about how troublesome it was to get married, take wedding photos, and everything else.

"Why not just cancel it then?" Qin Guanglin joked. "Just get a marriage certificate and be done with it."

"If I were the bride, I’d have already cancelled, but now I’m the groom. I can’t let them down."

Xiao Yu clicked his tongue sentimentally. It’s all fun for Christmas at the moment, but afterward...

Ah, why can’t he restrain himself?

"That wife of yours looks a bit familiar." Qin Guanglin looked at the wedding photo thoughtfully, noting how pretty she was dressed up. He wondered what He Fang would look like in a wedding dress.

"Knock it off, which girl isn’t familiar to you?" Xiao Yu retorted with a chuckle.

"Changed by a cat?"

"Transformed from a Transformer."

"Hey, Transformer changed by a cat."

The two joked around for a while, stripped off their formal attire, and went out to eat, with Xiao Yu quite satisfied with his current figure, touching here and pinching there, "How did you get so fit? Looks pretty solid."

"Go touch your wife, stop messing around." Qin Guanglin twisted away from his fingers. "So, should I just follow you for the bridal procession or what? Are those ’big brother’ and ’second brother’ you mentioned as strong as me?"

"Tsk, about the same as you."

"..."

"By the way, why don’t you meet the bridesmaid ahead of time, get to know her a bit so it’s not too tricky on the day? You can sacrifice a bit of charm," Xiao Yu nudged him with his shoulder, egging him on.

"How many bridesmaids?" asked Qin Guanglin.

Selling his charm was just a joke, but getting acquainted in advance to avoid trouble was a good idea.

"Just one best man on this side, naturally there’s only one bridesmaid on that side."

"Doesn’t sound too good... if my babe finds out, I’ll get another hickey on my neck, and then I won’t be able to show my face."

Qin Guanglin still vividly remembered the time Jiang Lingling drove him home—Teacher He didn’t make a scene with jealousy, she simply marked her territory with a strawberry on his neck.

"What are you afraid of? It shows you’re loved... It’s settled then. Next week, go ahead and meet her, and meet the bride too, so you can see how beautiful my wife is in person."

Xiao Yu was quite proud; Zhou Nan was attractive, just too lazy to doll up. Lately, she’s been busy with makeup trials and photo shoots, looking like a totally different person.

Struck gold.

"What’s so attractive about a pregnant woman... is her belly showing yet?" Qin Guanglin gestured at his belly.

"Definitely getting rounder, but with the hoop skirt, and a bit of loosening, it can cover it up somewhat, won’t be too obvious." Xiao Yu patted Qin Guanglin on the shoulder and chuckled, "I’m going to be a dad. What about your missus?"

"Just become one and get it over with; have a bratty son to drive you insane."

"Hey, I’d prefer a son. If it turns out to be a daughter and she ends up like her mom, that’d be terrifying."

"I’ve recorded this." Qin Guanglin waved his phone. "I’ll play it for that walnut-cracking wife of yours."

"..."