Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 306 - 300: The Past is Like Smoke_2

Chapter 306: Chapter 300: The Past is Like Smoke_2

He had gone to bed late and naturally woke up late, making this weekend more tiring than usual.

"Okay."

After washing up and getting dressed, the two of them went downstairs together. He Fang nibbled on a piece of bread and sipped milk, finding him a bit odd, "What are you smiling about?"

"Am I smiling?"

Qin Guanglin touched his mouth subconsciously, "Maybe I’m just happy."

"That happy?"

"Happier than I appear to be."

He clenched his fist; the happiness from the proposal hadn’t faded. As they got into the car, he said, "Let’s have dinner at my place tonight."

He should have told his mother about it yesterday; he had simply forgotten in his excitement... She would surely be overjoyed to know.

"Sure, she can see this ring," He Fang lifted her hand and shook it, unable to refrain from smiling, "The old lady will definitely be happy."

"My mom is only fifty, not really an old lady, right?"

"Let me rephrase that, Auntie will definitely be happy."

After dropping He Fang off at the school gate, Qin Guanglin hummed a tune as he arrived at the company. Before he even sat down, Chen Rui caught him.

"You finally made it!"

"It was just a weekend, what’s the rush... Is the contract ready?"

"This is what I’ve been pondering over these past two days, and I’ve revised it twice. You take a look first, and we can discuss what else needs to be changed." Chen Rui slapped a stack of contracts onto the desk with a pia, looking at him eagerly.

"Why are you so excited?" Qin Guanglin asked curiously as he took the contracts.

"I have a premonition that you’re going to become a god."

"..."

"You’re excited too, right? Look at how happy you are..."

"No, I’m happy because I’m getting married soon," Qin Guanglin interjected, raising an eyebrow, "I proposed successfully the day before yesterday, aren’t you happy for me?"

"...Just look at the contract. If there’s no issue, let’s get started, I really can’t wait."

"Tsk, no hurry, I’ll look it over slowly."

Chen Rui’s plan was clear: debut the comic on the platform, delay the WeChat official account releases by three issues. Qin Guanglin could change the pricing anytime—if charged, the company wouldn’t earn a penny, and all revenue would go to Qin Guanglin personally; if free, the company would increase promotional efforts and also provide a subsidy to Qin Guanglin based on click-through popularity—provided he updates regularly.

"Are you nuts?" Qin Guanglin was stunned for a moment, looking up at Chen Rui.

Such an obviously unequal treaty, he had skimmed through it and almost thought he was still drunk.

"I’m not crazy."

Chen Rui mysteriously pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, "I got this fortune slip from the temple. I’ve been puzzling over it for so long without understanding, but when I saw your WeChat official account, it hit me. The maxim on this definitely refers to you, kid!"

"...What?"

Qin Guanglin was baffled. Were people nowadays so superstitious?

"As long as the company gets going, you’ll reap the benefits. Hurry up and read it, I’m especially anxious right now."

Chen Rui tucked the paper away, "Look at the contract first. If there’s no issue, sign it, and then you do your drawing, leave the rest to me!"

The contract naturally had no issues; everything was in favor of Qin Guanglin. That’s why he had asked if Chen Rui was crazy, seemingly eager to throw money at him.

He scanned the dozen pages of the contract and said nothing more, pulling out a pen from the desktop and swiftly signing it.

"This is your own decision, so don’t blame me if it goes south."

After signing, he pushed the contract back to Chen Rui, smiling.

"I’m all in on this one!"

...

In one day, he laid out the main storyline for Xiao Yu’s Iron Crown and the Wild Girl, and by closing time, Chen Rui hadn’t returned, so Qin Guanglin stretched, packed up, and left to pick up He Fang.

Xiao Yu’s story arc wasn’t much different from reality, starting with "Stay away" and ending with "So good," interspersed with various scenarios Qin Guanglin imagined of Xiao Yu getting beat up, blending together with his own proposal to He Fang.

The overall comic instantly gained much more depth, no longer a thin singular storyline.

Perhaps they could add some more characters...

Qin Guanglin pondered until He Fang got into the car, and then he put aside work talk and they chatted and laughed on the way home.

"Mom, I have something to tell you."

He Fang, carrying groceries into the kitchen, Qin Guanglin sat Qin’s Mom down on the sofa with a serious expression, as if there was an important matter to discuss.

"What?"

Qin’s Mom’s heart skipped a beat. It couldn’t be...

"I proposed to He Fang the day before yesterday."

"Oh..." Qin’s Mom breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought I was going to be a grandma... Wait, what?"

Her expression froze, she glanced at He Fang’s figure in the kitchen, and then back at Qin Guanglin, "Proposed?"

"Yeah, I proposed."

"She... said yes?"

"That’s not even a question, how could she say no?" Qin Guanglin lowered his voice, "The ring is already on, seeing is believing."

"So when is the wedding? What about her family? What’s their attitude?"

In Qin’s Mom’s mind, a proposal being accepted virtually meant setting the matter in stone; it was just a question of sooner or later... How far had this boy done things behind the scenes without making a sound?

"Her family, of course, has no issues. I’ve visited them several times already..."

Qin Guanglin had also seen several messages from He’s Daddy on the WeChat official account. The old guy probably wasn’t too good with WeChat, pretending to be a stranger with a tone of anonymity, unaware that he had been exposed long ago.

"As for the wedding... We’ll move into the new house, and it will probably be around summer vacation. Then, I’ll go back with her to discuss it. So far, it’s tentatively set for next year."

"Okay, okay, okay..."

Qin’s Mom sat up straight, taking a deep breath, and tonight she’d have something to talk to his dad about.

"Why are you still sitting there? Why aren’t you helping in the kitchen?"

"Are you not moved at all?" Qin Guanglin didn’t see Qin’s Mom’s happy expression and felt something was missing.

That wasn’t the reaction he expected.

"What should I be moved about?" Qin’s Mom glared, "You’re just getting things sorted now, dragging your feet, go, help with the dinner."