Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 335 - 328: I Really Can’t Do Spells

Chapter 335: Chapter 328: I Really Can’t Do Spells

The night grew deeper.

The room was dark and quiet, lit only by the bathroom light that shone through the glass, providing just enough illumination to keep the room from plunging into complete darkness.

The air conditioner emitted a soft whir, and beyond that, there was no other noise. The two people on the bed quietly leaned against each other, indulging in the afterglow of the night.

"I want to paint it."

After a while, Qin Guanglin sighed and spoke.

He Fang, nestled in Qin Guanglin’s arms, was rubbing her little foot against his leg when she suddenly heard this and quickly lifted her head.

"What?!"

Her volume increased by several degrees.

"To paint it."

"What is wrong with you?" He Fang exclaimed, grinding her teeth as she sat up and glared at him, "Paint a ghost!"

"..."

Qin Guanglin was confused for a moment before realizing what she was talking about. He laughed, embraced her back into his arms, and said, "I didn’t mean to paint that... I meant to paint the part about you tricking me into going to the amusement park."

He Fang heaved a sigh of relief and nuzzled her head against him, closing her eyes lazily, "Hmm, that’s more like it."

She really feared this fool might paint something ridiculous and embarrass her.

At that time, he would have his reasons: Isn’t your novel described like this too? It’s art, meant for appreciation, we’ll just keep it for ourselves...

Oh no, that would be a disaster.

Without a doubt, Qin Guanglin would probably paint her appearance very exaggeratedly, a thought that was unbearable.

Sweat beads quickly evaporated under the air conditioner, leaving both feeling somewhat tired and too lazy to shower. They embraced each other and unknowingly fell asleep, only waking up early the next morning to playfully rush to the shower together.

Clouds floated gently, and sunlight slanted down.

A cool breeze blew in from the streets, catching a strand of He Fang’s hair and lightly fluttering her plain dress. Qin Guanglin held an umbrella over their heads as they left the hotel entrance together, finding the weather perfect for a day out.

As they were about to leave, they decided on today’s itinerary, and after debating between Qing City and Emei for two minutes, chose Emei for its greater renown.

"What are you thinking about?"

As they got into the car, Qin Guanglin was gently massaging her hand while his gaze seemed unfocused out the car window. He Fang couldn’t help but ask.

Qin Guanglin came back to the present and said, "Thinking about painting."

"Do you need to think to paint? Aren’t you just supposed to start painting?"

"Of course, I need to think first before I can start, just like how you write novels. Do you just write the moment you pick up the pen?"

"Yes, I just write." He Fang nodded.

"..."

Bullshit! What crap!

Qin Guanglin turned his head away speechlessly, before turning back moments later, "You admit that it was you who schemed against me, right?"

"What? Are you angry?"

"Why should I be angry?"

"You think you like me, but actually, it was me who made you like me," He Fang said softly.

Qin Guanglin laughed, "You think too highly of yourself. You think I liked you because you made me? Ha, naive."

In reality, he could have tied himself up and delivered himself to her long ago—if he hadn’t been so smitten with her already.

He paused, then leaned close to He Fang’s ear and whispered, "You know?"

He Fang felt a tickle in her ear from his breath and involuntarily rubbed her shoulder against him, asking, "What?"

"From the very first moment I saw you, I’ve been craving you."

"..."

Seeing the joy in He Fang’s eyes, Qin Guanglin smiled, stopped whispering to her, and turned to look out the car window. As the car left the urban area and the city’s hustle and bustle, the roadside greenery disappeared. What lay beside the highway was bare yellow soil, with large trees and small grass, overlapping peaks, and continuous mountains seen only in the distance, while birds fluttered by overhead.

After having lived daily in the concrete jungle, the barren scenery before him brought a long-missed sense of freshness and freedom.

"I think I should thank you, and I should thank myself as well."

"Really?"

"Yes."

—Thank you for plotting to make me fall in love with you. Even though it was unnecessary, I still feel very happy.

And thank you to myself, for being worthy of your great effort to secretly plan.

...

...

Emei, the most beautiful of all under heaven, one of the four great Buddhist mountains.

Qin Guanglin isn’t religious and isn’t interested in this title; he came just for Guo Xiang.

He grew up watching the ordinary Louis Koo, and whether it was Xiangyang or Zhongnan, or even Emei, they all hold a special place in his heart, as if those characters truly existed.

That’s the charm of novels or TV dramas—creating one true world after another—believe and they exist, to exist is to be real.

Along the way, there were many monkeys, but neither He Fang nor Qin Guanglin were interested in these primates; they didn’t feed them or take photos, ascending the mountain gate without pausing.

"This is where Guo Xiang founded her sect."

Qin Guanglin looked up, feeling somewhat emotional. This visit fulfilled a childhood dream, and he was here with his favorite person.

Quite a delicate feeling.

"At the Wind Crossing Ferry we first met, mistakenly giving my life away at first sight of Yang Guo."

He Fang, holding his hand, felt equally happy. For those who love novels, visiting the places mentioned in the stories is always a wonderful experience.

"It’s a pity... Let’s go, let’s buy the tickets."

There weren’t too many people buying tickets at the mountain gate; they didn’t even need to queue. Qin Guanglin paid by scanning a QR code, then remembered something and turned back, "You wanted to worship Buddha, right? There are many temples up there."

"Hmm... I forgot to buy incense sticks." He Fang, reminded by him, also remembered what she had forgotten.

Qin Guanglin shook his head, "Never mind, we’ll buy them up there. Things are different now; there’s no need to skimp—can we worship at fewer temples? I don’t want our honeymoon to turn into a series of pious acts."

Emei was much larger than Zhongnan; the ticket was valid for two days, allowing re-entry within those two days, simply because touring it all in one day was quite challenging.

If they worshipped everywhere like in Zhongnan, both would be exhausted. Qin Guanglin felt tired just thinking about it.

If she dared to worship, he’d deal with her thoroughly—make sure she couldn’t manage... As he was figuring out ways to avoid excessive worship, He Fang had already agreed, "Just offering incense in a few main halls is fine; more than that is unrealistic—it’ll be exhausting."

The two agreed and entered the mountain gate with their tickets, studying the map as they walked.

The Golden Summit of Emei was over three thousand meters above sea level; starting from the Guide Palace, it required more than two hours of walking. Looking at the descriptions on the map, Qin Guanglin was impressed.

It would take them two days to walk from the base to the Guide Palace; a bus ride was necessary as the mountain was bigger than he’d imagined.

"From here we walk, then there, then take a bus, and there’s a cable car going up..."

He Fang quickly pointed out a route, a journey of roughly two days to their destination, the Golden Summit.

"We can stay overnight on the mountain; there are hotels inside," she continued, "Let’s cover these spots..."

"Full ride by cable car," Qin Guanglin quickly said. "We’re here to have fun, not to practice austerity—unless you can whisk me away with a ’swoosh’."

"A swoosh my ass, I don’t know any spells."

He Fang rolled her eyes and looked up; the towering peak pierced through the clouds, majestic and spectacular, its pinnacle out of sight.

"Over there." She pointed upwards, saying, "We’ll offer incense to Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, and then..."

She paused, looking at Qin Guanglin.

"We have some things, we need to talk about properly."