Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 336 - 329: The Secret

Chapter 336: Chapter 329: The Secret

Qin Guanglin was expectant.

Regardless of what the truth was, whether she was an immortal or a demon, a fortune teller or from the immortal realm, she bore another label.

His wife.

His wife, whom he had fallen in love and bonded deeply with.

They had to talk eventually. Originally, he planned to confront He Fang after the honeymoon, but she spoke up first.

What the mystery actually was didn’t matter; what mattered was that the two of them could handle it together, regardless of what lay ahead.

Her fervent devotion to prayer likely hinted at some hardship.

Nodding without saying much, Qin Guanglin set off on the mountain path with her.

Just like before, He Fang was exceptionally devout, holding incense high and bowing deeply before the Divine Statue, murmuring prayers under her breath.

Qin Guanglin didn’t ask her the reason anymore but joined her, kneeling on the ground and praying sincerely.

By the time they reached the Guide Palace from the foot of the mountain, it was afternoon. They didn’t venture further but strolled nearby, each lost in their thoughts, admiring the mountain scenery.

Qin Guanglin still carried the amulet she had sought initially in his wallet. He took it out and held it in his hand, the edges frayed and the yellow talisman paper slightly faded.

"I’ll go get one for you too," he said. "I meant to get one for you originally, but I was too tired to climb again. I just remembered now."

He Fang glanced at the amulet he held in his hand and nodded, "Sure, let’s keep it as a memento."

"Let’s go then."

Seeing He Fang agree, and guessing this item was harmless to her, he took her hand and they climbed the mountain path.

The sun was a bright red, slowly setting behind the mountain. As night approached, the two ended their day’s excursion and checked into a hotel in the mountains to rest up and wait for tomorrow.

The next day.

Leaving the hotel, Qin Guanglin, with a backpack, wandered with He Fang until noon. They ate lunch at the service area and then took the cable car to the Golden Summit, where the Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, the focus of their trip, was located.

The cable car ascended, swaying slightly in the wind as it hung midair. Looking down from the window made one’s legs go weak.

Qin Guanglin wasn’t afraid of heights, but this experience still made his heart race. "If you had taken me to play on this initially, I reckon I would have fallen for you even crazier."

The two were confined in the small cage, with a deep abyss below their feet—it was indeed a bit thrilling.

He Fang sat opposite, smiling, then closed her eyes, "Give me a kiss."

"Here?"

"What do you think, you want me to kiss you?"

"That works too." Qin Guanglin closed his eyes.

As He Fang moved, the cable car gently swayed once more, and Qin Guanglin couldn’t help but tightly grasp the handrails, a hint of tension appearing on his face.

"Surely no one is taking photos with a P30, right?" She laughed, looking around. The cable car was not very crowded; there was only one in front and none behind.

Qin Guanglin was confused, "What?"

"Nevermind, no one’s out yet."

Before he could think further, He Fang drew closer again, and he shut his eyes, his heartbeat rapidly accelerating.

If he were to fall here, He Fang would surely save him, right?

She’d just zip away, right?

Would she expose herself?

Would she attract...damn, this is a Buddhist sacred mountain after all; she could be captivated, right?

All sorts of messy thoughts popped up as the cable car gently rocked, slowly heading towards the mountain summit.

...

...

Emei Golden Summit.

Standing in the center was the 48-meter high Ten Directions Samantabhadra Bronze Statue. The Divine Statue was solemn, grand, and majestic, leaving the two who had reached the summit awe-struck as they looked up.

Emei’s five great wonders: golden Buddha, sunrise, sea of clouds, Glory, Holy Light—before them was the first.

"Is this the world’s tallest golden Buddha?" Seeing the imposing and grand golden holy statue, Qin Guanglin felt his trip was worthwhile.

Worth the ticket price.

"No need to travel abroad; these places are great. Didn’t I tell you?" He Fang said.

"Yeah, amazing, truly amazing."

Qin Guanglin took out an umbrella from his bag and held it over He Fang’s head, marveling as they walked forward.

"It’s just that these surrounding shops ruin the ambiance."

Next to the golden statue were commercial shops and large hotels. Qin Guanglin, thinking back to the simple guide he had checked on his phone during mealtime, suggested, "Let’s stay here tonight. We’ll check later if there are any vacant rooms. I heard you can watch the sunrise."

"Watching the sunrise again?"

"Every place has a different sunrise. Look at this place, at an altitude of over 3000 meters with clouds right outside. It must be beautiful." Qin Guanglin was rather excited.

Though he had switched careers to cartoon drawing by now, he still retained the habits from his past. Each sunrise’s beauty was unique. Even if he didn’t capture it in a drawing, simply watching was also very rewarding.

"That’s fine, as long as you’re paying."

"Isn’t it your money?"

"If it were my money, I’d have donated it already."

"..."

Qin Guanglin was helpless.

Spending money on He Fang, he never minded how much he spent, but letting her donate in fun was really hard for him.

He had married a Bodhisattva, able to earn and spend.

After they both prayed to the grand and majestic Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, their ultimate goal in Emei was declared complete. He Fang quietly stood there for a while, looking up at the compassionate face of the Buddha, then turned and headed with Qin Guanglin to a nearby service area to rest.

By three in the afternoon, Qin Guanglin brought over two bowls of instant noodles, giving the braised beef flavor to He Fang and eating the sour pickle flavor himself. After slurping down his noodles and taking a few sips of the soup, he put down the noodle bowl contentedly, "Instant noodles still taste the best."

"Yeah, eating them occasionally can be very tasty," He Fang replied.

Qin Guanglin didn’t speak further, turning his head towards the window. Through the service area’s glass windows, he looked at the resplendent golden Buddha statue, the Samantabhadra Bodhisattva sitting atop a six-tusked white elephant, kind and benevolent under the three o’clock sunshine, dazzling and somewhat blinding.

Shading his forehead with his hand, he finally couldn’t resist speaking, "Didn’t you say that after we finished praying here, we’d have a proper talk?"

He Fang wiped her mouth, picked up a water cup next to her, took a sip, and looked around, "It’s not convenient here, let’s go for a walk."

"Okay."

The two packed up and left the service area, strolling casually without anyone initiating the conversation, seemingly contemplating how to speak, how to ask—there were no issues between them, only this insignificant yet secret matter that was also the most important and hardest to voice.

The last time they argued, a moment of impulsivity almost completely revealed it, but because it was too fantastical, too shocking, it instead angered Qin Guanglin, making him think she was treating him like a fool to be deceived.

"Do you at least believe in her now?"

They had reached the edge of the Golden Summit with no path ahead before the two finally stopped.

The clouds were white and dense.

Standing atop the mountain naturally gave a sense of openness. Facing the breeze with outstretched arms, He Fang leaned against the railing, watching the rolling fog between the mountains. Taking a deep breath, she turned her head to see Qin Guanglin’s subconscious hand movement and laughed, "Afraid I’m going to jump out?"

Qin Guanglin shook his head and smiled, "I’m afraid you might suddenly fly away."

When he found that pile of sleeping pills earlier, he had suspected that she might have mild depression, which he could not overlook.

What would he do if his newly married wife suddenly flew away?

He Fang pursed her lips, looked around without seeing anyone nearby, and asked, "That day you said you knew everything, tell me first, what do you know?"

"I know quite a lot... Let’s sit over there in the pavilion. We can’t just keep standing here," Qin Guanglin gestured towards a nearby pavilion.

"No, right here."

"Alright..."

Qin Guanglin stood beside He Fang, looked at her thoughtfully, and smiled, "I know you’re no ordinary person."

"In what way am I extraordinary?"

"Let’s not talk about everything concerning me. You’ve known about Sun Wen for a long time."

"Mm."

"And you weren’t surprised about Xiao Yu and the others either."

"Yes."

"You can’t predict that Xiang Xiaoyuan and his family would suffer from carbon monoxide poisoning at midnight."

"... When did you find out?" He Fang didn’t deny it.

"That night, I was in the hallway."

"Is that all?"

"Of course not."

Qin Guanglin shook his head, glanced at the misty clouds nearby, and sighed, "Let’s not talk about those other trivial matters..."

He reached back, took off his backpack, rummaged inside for a while, and took out two old wooden plaques, shaking them at He Fang, "Remember these?"

He Fang fell silent, took them and examined them for a moment, looked at the faded writing, and said, "I didn’t expect you to find them."

"I’ve been there three times."

"What about the other plaque?" she took the one from Qin Guanglin’s hand and looked at it, "Graduate early?"

"Didn’t you say that when I understand what you’re thinking with just one look, I would be considered graduated?"

"..."

"..."

A gentle breeze blew through the mountains, moving their clothes. He Fang’s gaze shifted from the wooden plaques to Qin Guanglin’s face, which was glowing with a smile in the sunlight, his eyes softly fixed on her.

"Let’s not talk about those things." Qin Guanglin took a breath of relief, "Qin Anya, that’s our daughter’s name, right?"

"... Yes."

"Tell me, what’s really going on?"

"First, tell me your conclusion."

He Fang leaned on the railing and tilted her head towards him, "I see you think your wife is some sort of demon."

"My conclusion..."

Qin Guanglin looked around again to make sure it was just the two of them and then said, "Knows the past, understands the future, possesses excellent culinary skills, keeps the house in perfect order, insists on teaching despite the substantial royalties, and donates large sums so willingly, with a compassionate heart like no other..."

"Stop, don’t butter me up, just say it."

"You’re forty percent a demon, a Snake Spirit or Snail Spirit who has cultivated for a thousand years and came to repay me."

He Fang paused, wanted to laugh but restrained herself, coughed lightly, and curiously asked, "What about the other sixty percent?"

"Possessed by an immortal, that The Five Immortals thing... although I’ve asked people, and it’s not that mystical, but if you were a demon, the whole thing with taking pills can’t be explained."

Qin Guanglin was frustrated, there were indications everywhere, yet contradicting each other, no conclusive evidence, and his biggest trump card could only prove she was not an ordinary person who truly knew the future.

Could it be an alien? Or someone with special abilities?

"... " He Fang, holding back her laughter, waved her hand at him, "Step aside, when I reveal my true form, you’ll know what I’ve become."

?!

Qin Guanglin’s breathing hastened, and he unconsciously stepped back two paces, "No, this isn’t a good place? Shall we go home..."

"Are you scared?"

"I, who said I was scared?!"

"Then watch..."

"Wait..."

"Transform!"

"..."

"..."

On the edge of the cliff, the two stood opposite each other, falling into a silent and awkward staring contest.

"... Did it fail?" Qin Guanglin licked his dry lips, his heart still racing and not yet calmed, but he inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

"It succeeded."

Seeing his expression, He Fang finally couldn’t hold back her laughter, "I’ve transformed into your wife."

"..."

Qin Guanglin was still in a daze when He Fang walked towards him in the sunlight, came close, stood on her toes, wrapped her arms lightly around his neck and gently pulled him down for a soft, gentle kiss.

"I’m not a demon; I’m your wife, your future wife."

"I’m a Time Traveler, I came back to marry you again."

"You’ve only known me for nearly four years, but I’ve already lived with you for over a dozen years."

Her voice was soft, yet each word struck Qin Guanglin’s heart like a small hammer.

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Thank you to the leaders CZ and Dalao.