Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 308 - 301: Summer of the Year of the Rooster

Chapter 308: Chapter 301: Summer of the Year of the Rooster

In the peak of summer, scorching July.

Tonglin Road.

Shengjing District.

A small truck was parked under the building in section A, with Qin Guanglin standing beside it, catching his breath, drenched in sweat.

"Slow down, slow down... be gentle with this."

"I’ll take that, I’ll do it."

After living on South Fly Road for two years, their belongings had grown from nothing to something, from few to many, until they moved and Qin Guanglin and He Fang realized they had accumulated too much over the two years.

Without realizing it, they had come to think of that place not just as a temporary residence, but as a complete home.

Seeing two movers take the oven and small desk, he went over to pick up the flower pot and storage box from the floor and followed them into the elevator.

Despite it being just the third floor, moving is such a task that you’d take the elevator even if it were just the second floor—it’s too exhausting to climb.

He Fang was organizing the clutter in the living room. Everything had been sorted at the old place on South Fly Road—what to discard, what to keep—and now he only needed to neatly arrange it in its proper place to consider it done.

The couple’s bowls and chopsticks, which they had used for two years, were still in good condition. They had as many as when they were bought, having never accidentally broken any. Qin Guanglin originally wanted to replace them upon moving into the new house, but He Fang felt they were a testament to their love and needed to be well preserved and used continuously.

"Thanks for all the hard work."

Finally, everything was moved. The living room was piled with stuff, and He Fang, like an ant moving house, began to categorize each item to their respective places. Qin Guanglin thanked the movers as they left and took out his phone to pay.

"ZhiPay or WeChat?"

"Either works."

"Let’s go with WeChat then, I’ll scan you."

Qin Guanglin paid, checked his balance, pocketed his phone, and turned to go back inside.

These days, earnings from public accounts and streaming were all credited to his WeChat change, usually managing to balance out with their monthly living expenses, sometimes even leaving a bit extra.

The era of cash had passed; his wallet was discarded to the side, keeping only some change in the car.

"Should we rest first before sorting this out? Turn on the AC, it’s way too hot."

"Let’s finish sorting first, then we can relax comfortably," replied He Fang, holding her flower pot, looking around to position it beside the living room TV. She stepped back to gauge, then moved it to the other side again.

The Lycoris radiata in July regained its chive-like appearance, with its lush, outstretched green leaves adding a touch of green to the living room.

"Move that box of books to the study. Next time we go to my place, we can bring back the rest from my room, and the study won’t look so empty."

"Okay."

By the time everything was sorted, it was four in the afternoon. Qin Guanglin, drenched in sweat, hesitated to lie directly on the bed since they had just moved in; everything felt too new and pristine. Seeing He Fang wiping her sweat and moving toward the bedroom to lie down in the AC, he empathetically pulled her back, concerned about the new bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Take a shower before lying down, you’re making the bed all sweaty."

"I’m not as sweaty as you... ouch!"

Sometimes having a strong boyfriend wasn’t advantageous; there was no resisting him, you just had to go where he directed.

Fortunately, the bathroom was spacious, quite a bit larger than the one on South Fly Road; it didn’t feel cramped even with both of them in it. They showered together for a full hour before Qin Guanglin took another quick rinse and contently lay back on the bed.

A house, a car, a woman—life was comfortable.

"In broad daylight... you’re going to cook later," muttered He Fang, dissatisfied.

"Let’s eat out, to celebrate our moving in."

Qin Guanglin wasn’t in the mood to cook either; starting the stove on the very first day they moved in seemed too tiring.

He texted his mom, "What would you like to eat? I’ll pick up Mom later, and we can all go out for a good meal together."

"Let’s eat... hot pot, it’s been so long since we had hot pot."

"Hot pot in the middle of summer?"

"The place does have air conditioning. Eating hot pot in summer with air conditioning is the most comfortable."

"Okay."

Qin Guanglin looked at the painting on the bedroom wall that featured He Fang standing by the seaside, then glanced at He Fang lying beside him, half closing her eyes, feeling sentimental.

They were now considered married—this is what He Fang had said a few days ago, except they planned to hold the wedding ceremony next year, just going through the motions.

Because she had calculated everything in advance, to avoid any backlash from the divinations, they couldn’t mess up the necessary procedures.

Qin Guanglin understood; after all, she had read his fortune at their very first meeting. The early days were driven by her initiative, which is why their relationship had progressed so quickly.

He Fang lay there lazily, rubbing her small foot slowly on his leg, "What are you laughing at?"

"I was remembering the way you snuck into my bed the year before last, like a creep."

"..."

"Can I interview you? What were you thinking at that time? I wouldn’t have objected even if you had come over openly; I always wanted to sneak over to yours..."

The more Qin Guanglin thought about the time at Zhongnan Mountain, the funnier he found it, "Why reject me first and then sneak over? What complex psychological changes and intense thought clashes did you go through? Can you talk about it?"

"Hmph, shut up."

He Fang closed her eyes irritably, not wanting to talk to him.

"Come on, tell me, was it my handsomeness that made you lose control and then... and then you became irresistibly itchy... Ah!"

Qin Guanglin dared not tease her anymore, "Let go, let go quickly!"

"Speak again?"

"Done talking, done talking."

"I’ll pinch you till it breaks!" He Fang slapped him twice lightly, feeling quite rested. She checked the time, saw it was five-thirty, and propped herself up, "Let’s go, time to get ready for dinner."

They drove to pick up Qin’s Mom, who had just permed her hair. The curls made her look much younger and she wore a flowery dress, being vain to no end. She sat in the backseat talking with He Fang, boasting about her nail polish.

Since the two had settled their affairs, she had been liberated, seeming more relaxed—no way to be otherwise. Now, with only the matter of expecting grandchildren left, no regrets remained, and no more worries about Qin Guanglin’s marriage. With the couple being so decisive, she could just do her thing and wait to embrace her grandchildren.

"Are you trying to start a twilight romance?"

Qin Guanglin glanced at her stylish makeover in the rearview mirror and wondered, "Could it be you’ve taken a fancy to some old man while dancing at the square?"

"Get lost, just drive your car."

Qin’s Mom was thoroughly displeased, "A woman is born to be beautiful, what does it have to do with men? I dress up just for old men? Can’t I do it for myself?"

"Sure, sure, I never said no. I was just asking... Actually, you should put on some lipstick, it would make you look ten years younger."

Qin Guanglin shrugged his shoulders, vanity is a woman’s nature... thankfully, Teacher He doesn’t have that trait.

Wait a minute... something’s not right.

Teacher He doesn’t need to be vain; that’s more like it.

In the midsummer evening, a white Audi drove along Luo City Avenue, with two women chatting in the backseat and a fresh breeze coming through the window. Qin Guanglin occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror, a slight smile on his lips.

This kind of leisurely life never gets old.

...

Here’s a book recommendation.

"The Song of Cicada in Aranya"

It’s not about time traveling, yet surpasses it. Ancient simplicity combined with black technology; every wooden peg plays a part. Don’t read this in the bathroom—difficult to stop and may cause constipation.