Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 307 - 300: The Past is Like Smoke_3

Chapter 307: Chapter 300: The Past is Like Smoke_3

"Oh..."

He Fang was still washing vegetables in the kitchen, when after a short mumble they had already finished their conversation, she asked Qin Guanglin who was coming in, "What was the reaction?"

"It seems pretty sentimental," Qin Guanglin shrugged his shoulders and squeezed past, saying, "You chop, I’ll wash."

In his mind, Qin’s Mom should have been so happy that she slapped her thighs, muttering about how he was finally getting down to serious business. Maybe in her joy, she would even take out a treasure like a bracelet to reward them.

Hmm... A bracelet they already had, so maybe it was time for something else.

"Are you sure we’re getting married next year? Can’t we move it up to this year?" he asked while washing the vegetables.

"Hmm, I’ve calculated it, getting married next year is just right." He Fang put down her knife and counted on her fingers, "Next year is the Wuxu Year, and it matches perfectly with your marriage palace element... the union of the mandarin ducks within the forces of heaven and earth, in your marriage palace, couldn’t be better for getting married."

These were the lines she had heard from somewhere else. Over time she had begun to forget some, but it was enough to tell Qin Guanglin.

"That sounds a bit familiar..." Qin Guanglin pondered for a moment, "Are you still into that?"

That old man had said they didn’t play by the same rules. He Fang was dabbling in the ways of the "immortal" while preaching that stuff like the Wuxu Year was scientific...

Just this morning he had said Chen Rui was superstitious; he was even more superstitious than Chen Rui himself.

"Anyway, it’s best to get married next year, for our happiness."

He Fang gave him a peck, and as she looked up, saw Qin’s Mom watching them. She couldn’t help blushing and retreated to dutifully chop her own vegetables.

"Fine, as you say, you’re the smartest."

The two of them cooperated in splitting the chores, and a large table of dishes was quickly laid out. Qin’s Mom watched happily; this was much better than stewing chicken soup or frying dried fish on her own—having one more person gave it the taste of home, different from when she or just the two of them, Qin Guanglin and herself, had meals.

"Making so many dishes, you two eat more."

Seeing the ring on He Fang’s left hand, her heart felt even more delighted, finally settling a major matter.

After the meal, Qin Guanglin intentionally left them to chat and went into his studio to study the direction of his comics—what used to be a matter of drawing as inspiration came, now required seriousness due to cooperation with a company. He had to do his best and keep up with updates.

He couldn’t draw too much from his own daily life alone; it could only serve as the main line. To make it more interesting, he had to mix in some subplot lines.

In the living room.

"Guanglin tells me you two have already set a date for the wedding?"

Qin’s Mom struck up conversation with a seemingly casual remark as she sat on the sofa.

"It’s tentatively set for next year."

"That’s wonderful, really... The first time I saw you, I felt you two would make it— back then Guanglin was so obtuse, sitting on the bed confessing his love to you, haha.

In the blink of an eye, more than two years have gone by, and you’ve even planned the wedding...it’s wonderful, you two need to be happy together."

She patted He Fang’s hand twice, slowly and with strength, "To be honest, you’re both not young anymore. Once a person passes twenty-five, the years just flow like water. In the blink of an eye, you’re thirty, and then in another blink... I mean, it’s best to do it earlier if possible."

"Sure, we’ll try," He Fang nodded, smiling lightly, "We’ve talked it over...actually, now isn’t much different from being married, no need to hurry, choosing a meaningful day to get married is even better—that’s what we think."

"You young people are so particular."

Qin’s Mom gazed at He Fang’s smiling face, the more she looked, the more she liked her. She had felt a closeness since their first meeting and now saw her like family.

Could this be fate?

"Girl, come here for a moment."

She stood up, beckoned He Fang over, and took her into the bedroom, asking her to sit down. She caressed the thumb ring on her right hand with her left hand, looking at He Fang with a gentle expression for a moment, and then said, "This was given to me by Guanglin’s grandmother when I entered the Qin family’s home; I’ve worn it for twenty... twenty-seven, twenty-eight years now."

Qin’s Mom took off the thumb ring, looked at it in the light, and remarked sentimentally, "It’s not worth much, just a heirloom passed down from their Qin family...haha, I was worried back then about what to do if I had two sons, it would’ve been impossible to divide it—fortunately there’s only Guanglin, so no need to worry about that anymore. Now... I’m giving it to you."

She pulled He Fang’s hand over, opened her palm, placed the ring in it, then folded He Fang’s hand closed and held it tightly, gently tapping it, "I’ve thought about it half my life without figuring out what to do, I’ll leave it to you now."

He Fang stared blankly at her actions, not making a sound. The scene before her eyes slowly overlapped with memories, the old lady’s voice and countenance morphed in her mind, white and black hair interchanging, suddenly feeling like it was a whole different world.

"What a good girl..."

The voice echoed in her ears, as though very far away.

He Fang’s eyes reddened without her realizing it.

"Mom!"

"..."

Qin’s Mom was stunned, then a smile blossomed from the corners of her eyes, her face wrinkled joyfully, grinning to show her teeth.

"Ah... Girl, why are you crying? Wipe your tears."

(The end of this volume)