Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 309 - 302: Can You Whoosh?

Chapter 309: Chapter 302: Can You Whoosh?

After dinner, Qin’s Mom went to the new house on Tonglin Road to sit for a while, nodding continuously as she looked at the smooth walls, the brand-new floor, and the softly glowing chandelier.

"Not bad, not bad. Now that everything’s in place, it looks like a home."

The last time she had come over was right after the decoration was finished. She had come during the day, and with everything so empty, she couldn’t really get a sense of the place and left after a brief stay. Now it looked completely different.

He Fang had only placed things brought over from South Fly Road here and there, without much organizing, but it already felt lived-in. Especially the potted plant next to the TV set—Qin family’s TV set also had a pot of tarovine next to it, which was especially pleasing to the eye at first glance.

"When you’re ready to move over, you can stay here," Qin Guanglin said as he pushed open a door for Qin’s Mom to see. "It’s clean and tidy inside; you can just pack a bag and move in... Look, isn’t it much bigger than where you live now?"

In the three-bedroom apartment, he and He Fang took the master bedroom. The smaller adjacent second bedroom was for the child, and this slightly larger room was for Qin’s Mom.

Even though they had carefully considered soundproofing during the decoration, they still had to be careful. Not only was the room large, but it was also quite a distance from the master bedroom...

"What’s the rush? It’s not like I can’t walk."

Qin’s Mom glanced at the room and then ignored it. She didn’t want to, nor was she ready to move in so soon.

Although she got along well with her daughter-in-law now, everyone has their irritable days. Disturbing her son’s twosome life was very poor timing, and from every aspect, it was best to wait until she needed to be taken care of before moving over.

It was better for both parties.

"Is this room for the child?" Qin’s Mom wandered into the second bedroom and asked, turning back.

"Mhm, for our daughter."

"For your daughter?"

She was startled. She grasped the doorknob, pressed it down lightly, pushed open the door and was even more stunned.

This room was one third smaller than the bedroom Qin Guanglin had shown her. Inside there was only a small bed, a pink and tender wardrobe, plus a desk and a hanging rattan chair.

It was obviously set up for a girl to live in.

"This..." Qin’s Mom looked at Qin Guanglin, then at He Fang, "Are you guys so set on having a daughter?"

"It’s not that we want one, I met an old man that day..."

Qin Guanglin hurriedly explained, helping Qin’s Mom to sit down on the couch, "That old man was really something else. He knew exactly what I did, where I lived, who was in my family, and when I got married. He was spot on about everything."

He spoke with conviction, stealing a glance at He Fang before continuing, "He said, he said I was definitely going to have a daughter who would like apricot color. So, when decorating, we just planned accordingly to save the hassle later..."

"Superstitious, that’s feudal superstition! What if you end up having a boy? Don’t want him to turn out sissified, do we?"

Qin’s Mom realized she had been wrong.

She thought the kid had gotten smarter since he started dating, but he was still the same old simpleton.

"Don’t worry! If it turns out to be a boy, we’ll redecorate," Qin Guanglin said, not the least worried about He Fang making a mistake. With an immortal by his side, how could it be wrong?

He even knew about others, like on which date Sun Wen would be sponging off his wife. So how could it be hard to know that he would have a daughter?

Actually, seeing Qin’s Mom’s reaction gave him a bit of guilty pleasure; knowing something nobody else did felt even better than spoilers.

"Why don’t you manage him a bit, He Fang..." Qin’s Mom said. "How can you let him go on like this? Next time he believes this kind of nonsense you must speak up. If he won’t listen, you tell me."

Qin’s Mom felt a pang of toothache, "You’re smarter than him, don’t indulge such foolishness."

"Mhm, okay."

He Fang nodded obediently, already regretting speaking so freely with Qin Guanglin that day.

The closer you get to success, the easier it is to let your guard down, leading to unpredictable accidents... must be more careful.

Qin’s Mom didn’t stay long, finished her cup of tea, and looked at the time—Journey to the West was about to start again, so she hurried back to her old TV to watch Monkey.

Nighttime.

The bedroom was silent, Qin Guanglin turned off the lights, leaving only a small lamp on the bedside casting a bit of glow.

"When will we make our daughter?"

He whispered, cuddling the smooth He Fang, "Although the older generation prefers boys, when the child comes, I don’t believe she’ll refuse."

"When the time comes, she’ll come naturally. Let’s get some sleep."

"Okay."

Having already been busy in the afternoon, Qin Guanglin wasn’t in the mood for any more shenanigans. He found the remote control, set the air conditioner to nighttime mode, pulled up the thin blanket, and closed his eyes with He Fang in his embrace.

"Good night."

"Good night."

...

The next day.

On a weekend morning, it’s only natural to laze in bed, scrolling aimlessly on the phone without getting up, even if you’re awake, until the rumble of your belly at noon forces you out of bed to look for food.

"It’s our first time cooking since we moved in, what do you want to eat?"

He Fang, dressed in pajamas and stretching lazily, pitter-pattered to the bathroom to run some water, then came back with messy hair, yawning as she asked Qin Guanglin, who was still lazing on the bed.

"A dish of shredded vegetables."

"What else?"

"Chives stir-fried with river shrimp."

"What else?"

"Oysters and eggs."

"Oysters my ass, hurry up and go buy groceries." He Fang made a round to the fridge, only to suddenly realize that the two of them had just moved in yesterday, and aside from a few boxes of yogurt and some eggs, there was nothing else inside.

"Right, I saw that the community has planted many pagoda trees. When the flowers bloom, you should pick some so I can make you acacia flower pancakes, they’re especially fragrant."

"Are those edible?" Qin Guanglin doubted.

"Nonsense, you’ll know once you try."

He Fang quickly combed her hair and, standing in front of the bathroom mirror with Qin Guanglin, they both gargled and brushed their teeth until the morning routine was complete.

In the mirror, their reflections seemed to belong together, whether it was from living together for so long or the so-called couple’s resemblance, the more Qin Guanglin looked, the more he felt they matched well.

"Let’s go, what are you still thinking about?"

"I’m imagining, in the future, with our child, the three of us standing here, gargling, gargling, gargling... ptooey, then you and I grabbing our bags for work, and her with her backpack going to school—hey, I must ask my mom where she bought this cup, we should get another."

Qin Guanglin indulged in his fantasies, grinning stupidly at the mirror for a while before putting on his shoes to follow He Fang out.

Their new place was not far from her school, within walking distance and when the time came for their child to go to school, they could even enroll them nearby, maybe even teach them; this was one of the reasons he chose this location to buy the house.

Every aspect seemed perfect... except for not being able to buy a unit in the new building opposite—

That was his only regret. Qin Guanglin couldn’t help but sigh as he looked at the sprawling new community across the street. He had taken time to check it out; the price per unit was only about a thousand more than where they were, and with some borrowed money from Qin’s Mom, they could almost afford a satisfying new home, or they could supplement the cost from He Fang’s savings.

However, now that the house was already decorated, such thoughts were moot; moreover, their current home already exceeded expectations by far. There was unobstructed sunlight on the south side, the natural light was exceptionally good, and they even had a spacious balcony and a garage—everything was quite nice.

"There, jump up and grab some branches to pluck the flowers; then we can go back, wash them, and I’ll roast the pancakes for you."

He Fang stopped in the shade of trees, pointing to the branches of an acacia tree above.

"Can you really eat them?" Qin Guanglin remained skeptical.

"If you’re not eating, I will. I’ll eat them myself, don’t touch them," He Fang rolled her eyes and looked elsewhere, pointing out, "See that granny with the bamboo pole? She’s picking them to eat too."

"Alright then..."

Once tasted, the deliciousness was undeniable. Any prior skepticism vanished as soon as Qin Guanglin had a taste, and he was ready to pick a whole basket, "I’ll pick more later, we’re having this again for dinner!"

"Once in a while is fine, the blooming period lasts two months."

He Fang glanced through the balcony window at the lush acacia trees outside, and said thoughtfully, "We could pick some more to dry and brew as a drink."

"Does it have any benefits?"

"Good for the kidneys."

"...Wait for me, I’ll strip it bare!"

This invigorated Qin Guanglin instantly, who washed up the dishes quickly after the meal, and saw He Fang getting ready to go out.

"Are you coming too?" he asked.

"No, I’m visiting Xiaoqing. Do you need the car? If not, I’ll take it."

"No need, you drive," Qin Guanglin said, waving his hand and then pondering a moment before gesturing, "Can’t you just ’swoosh’ over to her?"

"?"

He Fang looked puzzled, "What do you mean ’swoosh’?"

"You know... ’swoosh!’"

Qin Guanglin and she exchanged a look for a moment, and seeing her expressionless face, he shrugged, "Never mind, forget it, off you go."

In this high-tech era, with cameras everywhere, even if you could "swoosh," it was impossible to display such powers.

Plus, she was merely affiliated with the immortals, not one who’s cultivated into a spirit... maybe Xiaoqing was the immortal herself?

He thoughtfully stroked his chin, only to meet He Fang’s look, as if she was staring at an idiot.

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