Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 339 - 332: Qin Guanglin’s Two-Pronged Preparation

Chapter 339: Chapter 332: Qin Guanglin’s Two-Pronged Preparation

The honeymoon was perfect.

For half a month, Qin Guanglin took He Fang all over Bashu, visiting every planned destination, and then spent two days lying in the hotel before returning to Luo City.

After accepting He Fang’s setting as a "Time Traveler", Qin Guanglin slowly started to regard it as normal.

After all, he was just a mortal—having almost accepted a demon before, not to mention that apart from those minor details in life, He Fang didn’t exhibit any other extraordinary traits.

Only he, her intimate partner, could notice those anomalies, and even after discovering them, he couldn’t guess her true identity.

Maybe he should consider creating a comic called "My Wife is a Time Traveler"?

Qin Guanglin pondered for a moment, thought it was interesting, but then he thought it might bring unnecessary risks to their life and had to give it up.

If he were to do it, it could only be decades later, when both he and He Fang were of old age, and He Fang’s prophetic powers had long ceased, becoming a genuinely ordinary person. Only then could they turn this affair into a story.

"Did you have someone predict my fate a long time ago?"

After delivering the Bashu specialties to Qin’s Mom, and as the two were driving home, Qin Guanglin suddenly remembered and asked He Fang, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"I consulted several."

He Fang had already opened her heart to him, answering all his sporadic questions without hesitation.

"Several of them said, I have a calamity in my future, that it’s fate."

"I also consulted one, and that old man said the same thing," Qin Guanglin grinned, "They certainly didn’t predict you."

She had almost fooled him before, the fortune-teller’s terminology seemed rehearsed like it was something learned from others and then repeated to him.

"Fate is made by oneself, take it easy."

It was the afternoon, not yet rush hour, and the traffic was light. He drove along Luo City Avenue, reassuring He Fang with his words, then asked, "The experiment with Xiang Xiaoyuan’s family... that was part of your intention, right?"

"Partly, yes."

"And how did that turn out?"

No one dares to keep a person alive when the King of Hell decrees their death at midnight.

If you dodge the first of the month, you can’t avoid the fifteenth...

Such proverbs were too numerous, and with little thought, Qin Guanglin knew He Fang must’ve had this in mind.

Snatching a life from the clutches of the King of Hell isn’t as simple as just ensuring he didn’t leave the house that day.

He Fang was a mortal, cautiously protecting her own happiness, such a paranoid person—how could she be anything but cautious and meticulous?

"So far, so good."

He Fang straightened up, looked ahead and let out a long sigh, speaking with ease: "On the last day of school before the summer break, she even greeted me and said goodbye."

Saving Yuan was part of the plan; she had to try first. Otherwise, even if she helped Qin Guanglin avoid that collision years later, she wouldn’t be at peace afterward.

No one truly understood fate, and if a mistake were to occur, it would be a lifelong regret—even more grievous than the last time. Those who had not personally experienced what she had could never understand the fear in her heart.

"Thankfully, it seems like it has been avoided."

As they chatted, the car reached Tonglin Road, stopping at a red light. Qin Guanglin turned to look at He Fang, following her gaze towards the intersection ahead.

"Was it there?"

"..." He Fang pursed her lips and slightly lowered her head in the passenger seat, "Yes."

"That’s where we lived back then."

Qin Guanglin turned his head to look at the brand-new residential area across the street.

Discussing his own place of death and time of death gave him a rather odd sensation.

It is often said that only life and death are significant matters, but he had already experienced both in the future.

The traffic light flickered between red and green, and as the car moved on, passing the intersection which, in a few years, would be where he met his end, Qin Guanglin took a glance through the rearview mirror before focusing on driving and entering the residential complex, parking the car.

They alighted without further conversation, hand in hand they climbed the stairs back to their home. As soon as He Fang closed the door, Qin Guanglin embraced her, pressing her against the door, bowing his head to bury it in her neck and taking a deep breath.

"Now this is our home."

"Mhm."

"The situation has changed, so I won’t have any problems."

"Yes."

"We’ll keep working hard." Qin Guanglin slightly withdrew his body and, looking at the familiar face in front of him, stretched out his finger to stroke her brow. "Don’t worry too much, leave it to me."

He Fang was taken aback for a moment; Qin Guanglin at this moment gave her a sense of familiarity.

She took his hand and pressed it against her face, feeling a sense of peace envelop her heart, as if unlocking shackles, completely liberating herself; all stress and worries were swept away.

He had returned.

"I believe in you." He Fang revealed a smile.

"Of course, you must believe in your husband."

Qin Guanglin watched He Fang smile, raised an eyebrow, paused for a moment, then suddenly bent down to scoop her up in his arms, and carried her into the bedroom amidst her quiet exclamation.

Battling fate head-on, it really does feel quite invigorating.

...

...

"Is this the power of love?"

Chen Rui clicked his tongue in wonder.

Ever since Qin Guanglin had returned, he felt that the guy had changed.

"Indeed, stepping into the tomb of marriage does make one grow up fast."

"You, the eternal virgin, wouldn’t understand."

Qin Guanglin couldn’t be bothered with him.

Ever since he learned he had a daughter and a family, his mentality had suddenly shifted.

He was already twenty-seven, and although he wasn’t just out of college, his smooth sailing had kept him mentally in the past couple of years. Now, realizing that in less than three years he’d be hitting thirty, he recognized the marker of middle age.

"Who? Who’s an eternal virgin?!"

Chen Rui got worked up. "Even if I’m not married, I have... have..."

"Have what?"

"Have had a girlfriend!"

"Oh~"

Qin Guanglin’s voice stretched out long, amused at his indignant reaction, and then said, "Alright, enough of this. As the art director, I can’t just bear the title without doing the work. Hand over anything you can to me, and you get busy with the platform stuff."

"Ho, thinking about having kids?"

"Not having a damn kid, just want to work hard while we’re young, then retire."

"What the hell?" Chen Rui dug at his ear, suspecting he had heard wrong.

Retire? Retire what the hell?

Isn’t artistic work like wine, getting better with age, and talking about working hard during your youth?

He frowned at Qin Guanglin. "Are you feverish?"

"No, just want to make an effort while we’re young, retirement and all that is just a joke... Off you go, get busy with your own stuff. I need to get back to drawing; my readers have been waiting anxiously for several weeks."

According to He Fang’s plan, Qin Guanglin needed to stay at home for the whole year to be safe, and now it was essential to save up money; earn as much as he could, even though He Fang had said she could support him, but how could a man let a woman support him?

Ridiculous.

Not only could he not let He Fang support him, but Qin Guanglin also had to ensure she was well-fed and plump.

To give up everything to stay with him and live a simple life, he must strive hard to prevent her from suffering.

Even if, retracting a hundred thousand steps, they couldn’t get past that one obstacle in a few years, he had to leave enough savings for her and their daughter.

He had to be prepared for both eventualities, enough to face the future He Fang spoke of—prepare for the worst, while striving for the best.