Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again Chapter 194 - 191: Prepare Your Mood

Marriage is a matter for two people, yet it is not.

So people treat it as if it concerns only themselves, regardless of the opinions of friends or parents; they take advice but do not allow it to sway their personal decisions. The path they choose they must follow, even on their knees if necessary, without requiring others to take responsibility. Whether happiness or unhappiness follows, they bear all consequences alone, without blaming heaven or others. They would not place bla on their partners—should they bla anyone, they would bla only their poor judgnt in choosing a partner.

Others see it as a matter between two mature individuals who depend on each other and lead their private lives behind closed doors. Even in disagreents, it’s rely an internal issue between the two of them. Regardless of others’ opinions or wealth, and irrespective of compatible family backgrounds, they don’t care too much. Whether their family and friends agree or not doesn’t matter; the couple stands united. They alone know what they feel.

However, more often than not, marriage involves three families. mbers of two families join together to form a new household, functioning as one larger family. Your relatives beco mine, and mine beco yours; it’s hard to separate them. If they get along well, all is good, but if these three families cannot balance their relationships well, with mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law, and sons-in-law failing to get along, continuous quarrels for the sake of family make the couple’s life burdenso and hard to sustain their affection.

Marriage involves not just love, but daily life.

Qin Guanglin had pondered a lot, considered a lot, yet the one reaction he had not anticipated was that of He Fang.

"eting your father-in-law isn’t the sa as getting married. If I let my dad et you early, it’ll save you from thinking about it all the ti; consider it a reassurance pill."

He Fang saw him stunned there and finally couldn’t help laughing, though she didn’t tease him further.

The more you care, the more you think; she knew that Qin Guanglin hesitating at this last mont wasn’t due to lack of affection but because he cared too much.

He was worried her family wouldn’t like him.

"I urged you because you didn’t think this much before. Now that I think about it, eting them so early might not be appropriate..." Qin Guanglin looked up at her, speaking softly, "My mom likes you; that’s a good start. I don’t want any problems at your family’s side nor conflicts between you and your family because of .

Your dad and your brother dote on you. Put yourself in their shoes—if my daughter brought ho a guy right after graduation, claiming him to be her boyfriend and he had nothing much to offer, I’d definitely..."

"Definitely what?" He Fang sat on the sofa, smiling and listening until she saw him pause, then she chid in.

"I’d twist his head off," Qin Guanglin shrugged and chuckled.

"Hehehe, are you scared?" She leaned forward in a triumphant tone, "Scared or not, it doesn’t matter; you still have to go, since you’re the one who wooed their precious girl."

"What if I tell them it’s actually you who wooed , would they believe that?"

"Pfft, shaless, who wooed you?" He Fang pouted and huffed, "Hurry up and keep cooking."

Qin Guanglin laughed, turned back to his chopping, and did not dwell on who wooed whom—the two had simply fallen for each other.

"Really, I think it’s better to wait, maybe till the end of the year? Or until I’m settled in this job. If Sun Wen leaves, it might also be an opportunity, and if the company survives, I’ll be the main pillar. Then, I can ask my boss for a promotion, sothing that sounds impressive to make an impression on your dad."

"But I already told my dad I’d bring you ho for the National Holiday to introduce you."

"...Can we postpone it?"

"My dad hates it when people go back on their plans. Just show up and relax; I’m there for you."

He Fang confidently patted her chest, then picked up her phone from the table, took a picture of his back, and sneakily sent it to the family group chat.

Qin Guanglin had talked about visiting her ho for two or three months; she knew he really wanted to go, but overthinking made him hesitant. Nonetheless, they had to fulfill his wish during the National Holiday.

"You’re already the chief writer at your company, isn’t that enough to boast?" She chatted on her phone while making conversation with Qin Guanglin, "When I went to et your mom, I hadn’t even graduated, and then I let you support for two months without working. I was fine; there’s nothing for you to fear."

"You really win my mom’s heart, you know. She likes you more than she likes now. I haven’t gone ho for dinner in a week and she doesn’t even call , but she asks to call you over instead."

Qin Guanglin was sowhat speechless about this, unsure whether to feel depressed or happy.

Having his girlfriend liked by his mom was generally a cause for happiness, definitely better than having a bad mother-in-law relationship—but whenever the two of them whispered together, it always made him feel a slight chill down his spine, as if they were plotting sothing.

He Fang, holding her phone in her hand, finished a reply with a smile and set it aside. Then she turned on the couch, lying down, comfortably stretching her legs while saying to him, "My dad will like you too, don’t worry."

Qin Guanglin, heated up like oil in a frying pan, didn’t respond, wondering how he would handle it when the ti ca. With less than half a month left before he had to face his father-in-law and big uncle, he had to stay calm.

"Actually, marriage is just a matter between the two of us. Why worry so much? Even though you don’t have a car or a house right now, we can slowly earn it," He Fang said, looking at the ceiling. "You’re not a second-generation rich, and neither am I. Us being like this now is a perfect match. I don’t want to sit back and enjoy success; I want to accompany you and experience everything with you, no matter the outco. It’s the process that matters."

"I’ve got to make sure you live a good life," Qin Guanglin quickly replied as he cooked.

"I’m already living a good life, very satisfied."

"You’re too easily satisfied."

"That’s enough, I’m afraid I can’t handle too much good fortune, I’m already content as it is." He Fang lay on the sofa, watching the back of Qin Guanglin as he cooked, her face softened with affection. "Have you ever read ’The Little Prince’?"

"The movie?"

"The book."

"Then, no."

"There’s a line in it that goes like this: ’If you co at four in the afternoon, from three o’clock, I shall begin to be happy. The closer it gets, the happier I feel. By four o’clock, I will beco anxious and discover the cost of happiness. But if you co at any ti, I’ll never know when to prepare my heart.’"

She looked up at the ceiling, her fingers lightly twirling a strand of hair on her shoulder as she asked Qin Guanglin, "Guess, from what ti do I start preparing my heart?"

"I don’t know." Qin Guanglin ca out with the cooked dishes, bent down to kiss her forehead, "What ti?"

"From the mont I board the bus, all day long."

"That early?"

"Ever since we part, I’ve been thinking of you."

"You talk like that, I can’t handle it." Qin Guanglin’s heartbeat quietly accelerated as he took her hand, kissed it hard, and then turned back to the kitchen to continue cooking. "Who taught you these romantic lines? I need to learn them too."

"So, do you understand now?" He Fang asked.

"What?"

"All those things you ntioned, a house, a car, savings, impressive positions... those aren’t important. As long as we’re together, we will have them eventually. And even if we don’t, it doesn’t matter. The most important thing is having you."

"Don’t worry, I’m always here."