Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again
Chapter 95: The Fragrant Man

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: The Fragrant Man

"Try this one on."

"This one’s not bad, try it too."

"Hey, that one has a nice color."

The clothes shopping didn’t go quite as Qin Guanglin had imagined. He usually just stood in front of a pile of clothes, picked out the one he liked best, checked the size, paid, bagged it, and left.

He Fang seemed to treat him like a clothes hanger, having him try on whatever style she saw, and none were the ordinary short-sleeve T-shirts but all sorts of strange styles he’d never usually consider.

"...I think that short-sleeve one over there looks pretty good," Qin Guanglin pointed to a dark blue shirt a few steps away.

"Shut up, go try this on," He Fang didn’t even bother to look, handing him a batwing top from nearby. "I don’t care what you think, I care what I think."

"..."

Qin Guanglin regretfully took his gaze off the shirt, holding the weird clothes she picked and went back into the fitting room.

He had suggested going shopping; he had to hold back tears and endure.

"This outfit is weird," he said as he walked out of the changing room in the new clothes, unable to resist lifting his arms to look left and right.

Why make the sleeves so wide?

It didn’t conform to ergonomics at all and was a waste of fabric.

He Fang crossed her arms in front of her chest and eyed him for a moment, then made a circular motion with her finger, "Turn around."

Qin Guanglin turned in place, "Done? If we’re done, I’m taking it off."

"Don’t take it off, wear it like that."

"..."

"Come on, let’s pay," He Fang grabbed him and headed toward the counter. "How much better is this than those ratty clothes of yours?"

They say artists have their quirks, and this guy’s quirk had to be his taste in clothes; there’s no end to his idiosyncrasies.

"How is it better?" Qin Guanglin, utterly perplexed and slightly disgusted, complained. "Look at these sleeves, so cumbersome."

It looked fine at first glance, but it just felt off. A regular outfit would have been much better.

He Fang rolled her eyes, stopped in her tracks, and looked at him, "Cumbersome how? Do something you think is cumbersome, let me see."

"Look."

Qin Guanglin flapped his elbows up and down a few times, "Do I look like a bird?"

"Are you going to wear it or not?"

"...I’ll wear it."

When shopping with Teacher He, it was all about her preferences.

As long as she’s happy. It’s just a wide-sleeve shirt, after all. Even if it were a costume... Hmm, let’s skip the costume.

"Don’t move," he saw He Fang reach for her wallet and quickly spoke up. "I’ll pay."

"Isn’t your money my money?"

"You go ahead, you go ahead."

After paying, they left the store together, and He Fang began to size him up again, head to toe.

Qin Guanglin suddenly got a bad premonition, "What are you looking at?"

"Let’s go get a haircut," He Fang grabbed him and started walking towards a hairstyling salon at the street corner.

"...Wait, I was supposed to accompany you shopping today," Qin Guanglin resisted instinctively, "Wouldn’t it be nicer to browse some women’s clothing stores or cosmetics shops?"

He didn’t know what He Fang had planned for him, but he had a sinking feeling that disaster loomed.

"We are shopping," He Fang ignored Qin Guanglin’s resistance, dragging him into the styling studio on the corner.

It would be nice to have him spruced up a bit, pleasing to the eye... Hmm, Qin’s Mom will definitely get a shock when he gets back.

Thinking this, He Fang couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile as she pushed him into the chair, "Sit tight."

Seeing her inexplicably smiling, Qin Guanglin felt an even stronger sense of foreboding, "I don’t want a haircut."

"No, you do," He Fang gestured on his head with her hand while giving instructions to the barber. "Shorter on the side, leave a bit on top..."

"Got it!" The barber signaled an ok with his hand and grabbed scissors and comb, ready to go to work.

Qin Guanglin looked at the pair conversing in the mirror and couldn’t figure out what exactly they were planning to do with him, so he simply closed his eyes and let them do their thing.

Shopping, after all, was all about having fun.

The most important thing was that Teacher He was happy.

Barber’s scissors flew quickly, and clippings fell to the floor with a crisp snapping sound, while He Fang watched from the side, smiling more and more joyfully.

After her makeover, Qin’s Mom might not even recognize him.

"Okay, open your eyes and have a look."

Once the barber was done, He Fang leaned in to take a closer look at Qin Guanglin in the mirror.

Swap out the old-fashioned clothes, pair them with a new hairstyle, add a bit of hair gel, and voila—a trendy guy.

It seemed like something was still missing...

Qin Guanglin opened his eyes and was startled by his own reflection, "Doesn’t look too bad?"

Sss...sss...

"What are you doing?" he asked when he saw He Fang spraying him with a little bottle, and he dodged subconsciously.

"Making you smell nice," He Fang said, giggling as she stashed the perfume back in her bag, "Let’s go."

"Just a moment more."

Qin Guanglin stood up and went to look at himself in the full-length mirror, feeling more amazed the longer he looked.

Could it be that he was actually this handsome?

This Barber was something else... no, that’s not right, it was Teacher He who was amazing.

"You like it?" He Fang stood beside him, looked for a bit, moved to the other side, leaned on him, and took out her phone to snap a photo.

"It’s okay, just so-so," Qin Guanglin said contentedly as he gazed at the two of them in the mirror. They really did look quite the match.

He had been prepared for a simple wash-cut-blow-dry, but who could have expected such a pleasant surprise? It was more than satisfactory, absolutely... still satisfactory.

But since he had just said he didn’t want a haircut, saying it was satisfactory now would be like contradicting himself, so he could only say it was okay.

Ah, men.

He Fang couldn’t be bothered to expose him, "Come on, let’s go eat."

They had spent quite a bit of time shopping for clothes, and after the haircut, it was just about mealtime—perfect for going out to eat.

"Sure, where to?" Qin Guanglin took her hand as they walked out of the shop, looking refreshed and eager to find a place to eat.

After a moment of thought, He Fang pointed and said, "Let’s go to Shao’s Home-cooked Restaurant."

She really liked that place too; though it was off the beaten path and small, the food tasted great.

"Just what I was thinking," Qin Guanglin said, unable to hide his delight, turning his head to kiss her, "That’s what you call telepathy."

The fondness grows each day.

He Fang looked around, then presented the other side of her face, "One more time on this side."

A handsome boyfriend indeed looked more pleasant to the eyes, but who knew how long he could keep it up... with his lazy nature, probably by next week he’d be back to his old self.

Qin Guanglin kissed her cheek again, "All right, let’s go."

A clingy and formidable girlfriend, truly too lovable.

"Let’s throw away all your old clothes when we get back, I’ll help you shop from now on," He Fang said, taking the striped short-sleeve shirt he had in his hands, which she found quite displeasing, and made as if to toss it, "This one goes too."

"Don’t," Qin Guanglin protested, "Why throw away perfectly good clothes?"

"They’re hideous, you look so much better right now."

"Well..." he hesitated for a moment, still thinking it a waste, "Let’s keep it. It’s not ugly, just not as nice."

He Fang pursed her lips, "You might as well treasure it then."

It’s easy to change rivers and mountains, but hard to change one’s nature. She hadn’t changed this habit of his before, and it was just as hard now.

Things have to go slow.

"Clothes, schmoes, what difference does it make?" Qin Guanglin said with a proud smile, "As long as you dress up nice and pretty."

"I’m pretty even when I don’t dress up."

"Right, right, Teacher He is the most beautiful."