Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 332 - 325: Life is short

Chapter 332: Chapter 325: Life is short

August, the sun blazed like fire.

He Fang was still on summer vacation, and Qin Guanglin finished the wedding comics within two days, handed them over to Chen Rui for coloring, and began packing at home, preparing to take He Fang on their honeymoon.

The two of them hadn’t really had a getaway in a long time, so they were looking forward to making the most of this opportunity.

"You sure you don’t want to go to Sanya? I heard it’s a honeymoon paradise, and I could do with some color too, get a nondescript tan."

As Qin Guanglin stood half-naked in front of the mirror, inspecting himself from various angles, he asked the question.

Ever since he started working out, the guy had become increasingly vain, constantly checking himself out in the mirror, taking pride in the gradually defining muscle contours.

And when he encountered those few scoundrels from He City, he felt like he could twist their heads right off.

He Fang sat on the bed, meticulously folding clothes into neat squares to pack into the suitcase, shaking her head, "I don’t want to go to the beach."

"Scared off by a crab pinch?" Qin Guanglin looked back at her skeptically.

"Not at all. I went once before and didn’t find it that interesting. Playing in the sand, basking in the sun... it just feels so childish. Plus, I don’t like wearing swimsuits, and I can’t swim."

"Taiwan is nice too. Sun Moon Lake, I heard, is really beautiful. I’ll take some photos for you there, they’d look great in the comic."

"Are you going for inspiration or for fun?"

"Okay, then, as per your plan, we’ll leave tomorrow," Qin Guanglin finally moved away from the mirror, sat down cross-legged on the bed facing her, and said, "You’re really beautiful."

"No kidding."

"Stuff the condoms in too."

"Stuff them in your own bag."

"Hmph."

Qin Guanglin weighed the box in his hand for a moment before suddenly asking, "What’s our daughter’s name?"

He Fang looked up, "What... what?"

"Nothing," he laid back casually, staring at the ceiling while pressing his lips together. In his hand, the box of condoms creaked softly under his gentle squeeze.

"Already thinking about kids right after getting married? In such a rush?" He Fang murmured under her breath, pressed down the clothes in the suitcase for the last time, closed and zipped it up, then stretched lazily and snuggled next to him, nudging her body against his and tilting her head, "Did your buddies stir up these thoughts?"

Xiao Yu’s child had started calling "daddy" a few days ago, making Xiao Yu ecstatic; he had thrown a celebratory dinner at home and boastfully invited them over.

"Of course, it’s stimulating. Their kids can already call for someone, and mine are still in my body," Qin Guanglin sighed, tossing the box of condoms at her, "You owe them an apology... Let’s take a nap soon. I’ll sort out the drawings, so Chen Rui doesn’t end up calling me after we set off tomorrow."

As he spoke, he sat up, leaned down to give He Fang a quick peck, climbed out of bed amid her dissatisfied grunts, then slipped on his slippers with a shuffle and walked out of the bedroom into the study.

After sitting in the chair for a while, Qin Guanglin fished out a small wooden plaque from a corner, his thumb gently tracing the characters inscribed on it.

Anya...

Qin Anya.

Was this going to be his daughter’s name?

He pulled out He Fang’s draft from the drawer, compared the handwriting carefully once more, then leaned back in the chair and let out a long sigh.

They had agreed to have a proper talk after the wedding, but now he was suddenly feeling anxious, having delayed bringing it up for several days. He Fang had seemingly forgotten about it too, or perhaps, like him, she was struggling with uncertainty, looking for the right way to broach the subject.

Tough situation.

The matter wasn’t as simple as he had previously guessed. The longer they lived together, the more issues they discovered. The simple life of immortals was definitely out of reach in this case.

Everything seemed to be prearranged, following a set sequence: meeting, getting to know each other, falling in love, getting married, having children. It was all laid out so clearly, which upon reflection, felt slightly terrifying.

And what was even more horrifying was that he was actually enjoying it—without any dissatisfaction or resistance, and even looking forward to having a daughter.

This is so fucked up.

Qin Guanglin felt he was like a moth to a flame.

Love... or rather, the life he was experiencing right now, was that warm torch.

Whenever he wanted to speak up, he worried he would disrupt the current state of life, break the current happiness.

If he could just live harmoniously and beautifully for a lifetime, it seemed not so important whether it was real or not. What he believed was real, unless one day He Fang suddenly transformed and gobbled him up.

Damn, was this the mentality Xu Xian had back then?

...

When He Fang woke up, it was already four in the afternoon. She yawned, got up, and prepared to go out to buy groceries, only to see Qin Guanglin sitting on the living room sofa, watching TV.

The summer slot was dominated by Lady Bai and Sun Wukong, with Xu Xian cheerfully singing a love song with Bai Suzhen on the TV.

"Did you finish the comics?" she asked.

"Mhm, done," Qin Guanglin was fully engrossed in the TV, still keeping his eyes on it as he replied, "I’ve been out for quite a few days, remember to clear out the fridge, cook up whatever’s left."

"There isn’t much stuff, just two stalks of green onion... Let’s make some scrambled eggs with green onions. The seaweed can stay; there’s also a carrot—you want to juice it or fry it?"

He Fang opened the fridge, looked inside, and then turned around to ask.

Qin Guanglin smacked his lips and said, "Wash them and bring them over, I just feel like there’s no taste in my mouth."

"... Okay, Qin."

He Fang took two carrots to the kitchen to wash them clean. She bit into the smaller one and handed the larger one to him. Qin Guanglin saw there was still time, pulled her to sit with him on the sofa, and started crunching on the carrot, continuing to watch TV.

He Fang bit into her carrot and found it not sweet enough, so she leaned over and nibbled on his, felt it was about the same, and then dutifully ate her own, saying, "Haven’t you seen this show? Why are you watching it with such relish?"

"Just revisiting it, feels like I’ve had quite a few realizations."

Qin Guanglin had an expression of enlightenment as he sat cross-legged, munching on the carrot, looking like an accomplished monk—if his hand hadn’t remained on He Fang’s waist.

"Huh? What have you realized by watching this stuff?" He Fang was utterly perplexed.

What the hell was he on about?

"Life is short, make merry while you can," Qin Guanglin pointed at the TV with the carrot, very seriously, "Look at them, a short life of just a few decades, yet they are locked in a tower and separated for twenty years, too tragic, can’t do anything they want..."

"And what do you want to do?"

"I didn’t say I wanted to... Just saying, hey, don’t interrupt, where was I?"

Qin Guanglin took another crunchy bite of carrot and said, "Right, make merry while you can, this make merry while you can..."

"Still, don’t you want to?" He Fang looked at him sideways.

"..."

"..."

"No no, we haven’t eaten yet, wait a minute, just listen to me first." Qin Guanglin was frustrated, why was she always dragging the conversation off track?

He thought for a bit and said, "Look at this Xu Xian..."

"You keep watching by yourself, I’m gonna buy some groceries, there’s not enough in the fridge," He Fang stood up, stuffing her half-eaten carrot into his hand, "Here, fill your stomach for now."

"..."

Qin Guanglin was irritated, she didn’t even let him finish speaking, and then left him with a half-chewed tough part of the carrot.

It was time to sort this woman out properly.