Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 300 - 295: The Path to Becoming a God

Chapter 300: Chapter 295: The Path to Becoming a God

By the time the dinner party ended, Qin Guanglin was groggy.

Although he hadn’t drunk as much as Xiao Yu, his tolerance was nothing compared to Xiao Yu’s, who seemed more energized the more he drank.

"Let’s go."

"Be careful on your way."

"Need a hand?"

"No need, I can walk."

After saying goodbye, Qin Guanglin’s footsteps were still a bit unstable as He Fang helped him to the roadside to get a taxi.

Mumbling all the way, He Fang brought him upstairs, helped him undress, and wiped him down. Seeing it was only a little past three in the afternoon and it was too early to sleep, she let him lie down on the bed by himself.

"Teacher He, you’ve known all along, haven’t you?"

"Yeah, I’ve known for a while."

"Humph, I knew that you knew long ago." Qin Guanglin, drunk, lay back on the bed, gesturing unconsciously, "I saw through it... you just know."

"What did you see through?" He Fang sat by the bed and asked.

"You can predict, you know... the future."

"Yeah, I’ve told you before, but you didn’t believe it."

"So tell me... what will happen to us in the future?"

He Fang laughed as she looked at him, "This year we buy a house, next year we get married, the year after we have a daughter, and then we live our lives. What else could there be?"

"Mmm... sounds good, I like it."

Qin Guanglin stared at the ceiling, feeling everything swirling around, so he simply closed his eyes to stop looking and said, "If you can do this, why don’t you... don’t..."

"Don’t what?" He Fang asked.

"Why don’t you make big money... live in a big house... drive luxury cars? Those rich people are all superstitious, just say a few words, and they’ll give you loads of money... Even if you don’t scam people, you could make investments... and still make big money, live in big houses..."

"Live my ass, just sleep it off when you’ve drunk too much."

He Fang leaned in and sniffed him, wrinkling her nose at the smell of alcohol, "I’m investing in you. Just be good—that’s all. If you need to vomit, just say something. Otherwise, I’ll have to wash the pillowcase again."

She muttered as she went out to boil water and by the time she returned, Qin Guanglin had turned over and was lying on his stomach, watching her.

"Not sleeping, what do you want to do?"

"You’re investing in me?"

"Yeah, I’m investing in you."

"I won’t let you down."

Qin Guanglin closed his eyes and fell asleep at the head of the bed.

...

The next day.

Qin Guanglin, who had woken up the previous night to eat some porridge and then went back to sleep, was full of energy. He woke up early, fumbled around in bed, and lingered around before work.

"Ah, you’re so annoying!"

He Fang, unable to bear the annoyance, got up angrily to make breakfast.

"Carrot juice."

"No."

"... Then I’ll make it myself, what do you want?" Qin Guanglin dug out carrots from the refrigerator, heard He Fang say milk, and also took out a bag of milk to warm up for her.

The porridge was still from last night, just added some water and heated up again, then served with He Fang’s homemade pickles—it was delicious.

"I think I drank too much yesterday." Qin Guanglin crunched on the pickles.

"Remove the ’think.’"

"Oh indeed, I drank too much... It’s kind of amazing thinking about it, your best friend and Xiao Yu that guy actually ended up together."

"What’s so amazing about that? They work in the same company, see each other every day. Your buddy’s so brash, and my friend is so fierce, it would be weird if they didn’t end up together."

"Haha, that guy was originally saying to keep away from your friend."

Qin Guanglin laughed as he reminisced, holding his bowl and gossiping with He Fang, "When your friend joined, and it was time for the talent show, she crushed walnuts with her bare hands. Xiao Yu was horrified and shared the bizarre event with us as if it was an extraordinary tale...

He even said he would definitely stay away from her, and now he’s quietly got her pregnant... Hahaha, I could laugh at him for ten years."

"You’re the same." He Fang glanced at him.

"When have I ever been like that?"

"I’m not eating garlic, it stinks～ I’m not eating stinky tofu, and... bah, it stinks to death～"

He Fang mimicked playfully, took a sip of porridge with a bowl in hand, and looked at him with a smile, "Delicious."

"... That’s human nature; it’s normal."

"Humph, I’ve never been like that—But then again, if my best friend hadn’t shown off her skills to keep men at bay, they probably wouldn’t have ended up together."

"True, someone else might have chased her away. Only with her performance, someone as brash as him would dare approach... Do you think he might be domestically abused?"

Qin Guanglin’s gossip fire blazed earnestly.

Thinking of Xiao Yu getting beaten up without daring to utter a word, he felt somewhat thrilled.

Serves that guy right for making her pregnant without saying anything...

"If one is willing to beat and the other is willing to endure, it doesn’t count as domestic violence."

He Fang wiped her mouth and put down her bowl, "I’m full."

"Still, he’s getting beaten."

Qin Guanglin shrugged, gulping down the rest of his porridge, then cleaned up the table and headed to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

He Fang sorted her belongings, clutching a milk bag and grasping Guanglin’s arm as they went downstairs. As usual, she let him drop her off at school and went to the office to prepare for the day’s work.

"Teacher He, good morning."

"Morning."

"Eh, since you’ve been here, I’ve noticed you frequently sit here for a while, watching something." Teacher Hu saw her sitting by the window and couldn’t help but be curious.

"I’m looking at my students," He Fang smiled and pointed outside, "Don’t you think they’re full of vitality when they go to class? It’s different from the excitement when school gets out."

"...I haven’t noticed, you take your time then."

From the office window facing the school gate, He Fang sat and quietly gazed, supporting her chin with her hand.

She watched Yuan carrying a large backpack as she walked into the school gate, chatting and laughing with her classmates along the way to class. Only then did He Fang withdraw her gaze and begin organizing her day’s work.

Several months had passed, and it seemed that everything should have settled.

Hm... Still needs further observation.

Snatching someone from the King of Hell’s hands required caution.

...

"Morning."

"Morning, Brother Lin."

"Morning, Director."

Guanglin arrived at the company and greeted everyone before entering his office.

Although he had slowly passed the director responsibilities to Chen Rui after the new year, shifting his focus to drawing, his position hadn’t changed. He was acting as the leading artist, enjoying the director’s benefits.

"Here already?"

Chen Rui had arrived even earlier, and was feeding fish by the water tank. Seeing Guanglin enter, he quickly set aside what he was doing and sat down in front of him.

Guanglin noticed Chen Rui seemed eager to discuss something. He set his bag aside and asked, "Waiting for me?"

"Been waiting a long time."

Without wasting words, Chen Rui pulled out his phone, tapped a few times, and pushed it across the table for Guanglin to see, "Is this yours?"

Guanglin took a look; on the phone was his comic public account. He nodded and admitted, "Yes, what about it?"

These were things he drew in his free time at home, completely unconnected to the company’s business.

"Ah, why didn’t you say so earlier! I just found out." Chen Rui slapped his thigh, "How many followers?"

"About... over fifty thousand?"

"That many? I see you haven’t taken any advertisements?"

"Haven’t taken any, just drawing for fun... There’s something like ’traffic owners’ that could make some money, I just enabled it last month."

Chen Rui stared at him for a long while, clicking his tongue and shaking his head.

"What a waste, what a waste."

"What do you mean?"

"All this focus on making money and you haven’t even accepted a single ad to earn a dime!" Chen Rui scoffed and scooted his chair closer, starting to explain the correct use of a public account.

Guanglin’s eyes widened as he listened.

"Damn! My money!"

After listening to Chen Rui, he couldn’t help but curse.

Losing out on at least ten thousand a month... How much money was that already?

"Let me look up those messages... I remember some people mentioned wanting to collaborate. Damn, they didn’t even specify rates... totally ripping me off."

"Don’t panic, don’t panic... I didn’t come to you just for you to take ads," Chen Rui quickly raised his hand to stop him.

"What is it then?"

"Stop drawing... ahem, I mean stop drawing for the public account."

"..."

Guanglin froze, thought for a moment, and shook his head, "That won’t work, my main audience is my girlfriend and family, I can’t move it entirely to a platform... Synchronous updates are okay, but exclusive premieres aren’t."

"...Really can’t?"

Chen Rui scratched his head, "If you brought this over, we’d complete half the process of making a deity... even more, perhaps. With company resources for promotion, it’d be much better than you just drawing in isolation here."

"How about creating a similar series?"

"The fans are hooked on this one, they want these everyday scenes, where are you going to find another series like this?"

"..."

"..."

"Think about it some more, it’s a great opportunity. Whether to charge or not is up to you, the company will handle the promotion, no operating costs, all profits would go straight to you. The platform only wants your user traffic—we would both win, we could further discuss the details."

Chen Rui didn’t pressure him; if the company lost their original intention in pursuit of growth, it would be putting the cart before the horse and render the company’s creation meaningless.

Guanglin sat behind his desk, deep in thought. Earning money was certainly good, and if this public account could get up and running, making five figures a month would be enough.

But if the company managed it and did some promotion, it would certainly be much stronger than his single-handed efforts, whose only promotion was through piracy... conservatively, his fan base could double.

If he had this opportunity before buying a house, he would have jumped at it without hesitation. Now things were slightly different; apart from the freedom, he also couldn’t bear to let go of those readers who were constantly pressing him about marriage.

"If..."

"Hmm?" Chen Rui looked up.

"Could we perhaps premiere it on the platform, and then release it on the public account a period later?" Guanglin pondered.

"Hmm..."

Chen Rui fell into thought.

...

On the last day of the month, twelve thousand words delivered.