Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again Chapter 198 - 195: You Have to Chase Me Like This

No matter how much one lies in, eventually, one has to get out of bed.

Qin Guanglin stood on the balcony hanging clothes when he saw He Fang, draped in a coat, trudging to the bathroom with a bit of an unnatural gait.

"Make a sound, will you? I’ll carry you in..." Qin Guanglin called out while holding a clothes hanger.

"Then help pee? Are you sick in the head?"

He Fang didn’t even close the door, just popped her head out to shout back, clearly fed up with his attitude of taking care of a three-year-old, "I’m fine, just do what you need to do."

"..."

"How many eggs did you fry?!" After she finished, she ca out still wearing her coat, her gaze inadvertently scanning the kitchen trash can next to her, and she was imdiately shocked.

The not-too-large-not-too-small trash can was nearly half-full of eggshells.

"Cough... actually, not that many..." Qin Guanglin said with an awkward cough, "I’ve never done this before... But you know, it turned out pretty good and now I’m not even hungry. Are you?"

"Not very." He Fang glanced at him helplessly, "Wasn’t it too much for you?"

"No, it was okay, I’m feeling pretty energetic from all the nutrition."

"If you’re so energetic, then go run a couple of laps and make up for the jogging you skipped last night."

"No way, I’d rather keep that energy... You should go rest."

Really, ever since that thing happened, he’s beco completely unabashed. At this rate, no amount of eggs will suffice.

After collecting the clothes, he looked in the fridge and saw plenty of vegetables, so there was no need to go shopping again. He turned and went back to the bedroom, "Let know when you’re hungry..." He couldn’t finish his sentence when he saw He Fang squatting on a chair with that worn coat, clicking away with the mouse.

"This is sothing I can..."

"Can what?" He Fang looked up at him, "At least not for a week."

"..." Qin Guanglin sighed, lowering his gaze. She was probably doing this on purpose.

"You pick a movie, I’m too lazy to choose. I don’t know which one you haven’t seen."

She finished speaking and lay back on the bed, tossing aside her coat and snugly wrapping herself in the small blanket, rolling into the bed.

"Alright, I’ll search. Love story... high rating..."

Qin Guanglin murmured as he took over the mouse, searching from his chair.

"Should we go to my place for a al?" he asked while tapping on the keyboard.

"Hm?"

"I think it’s a bit more formal, kind of like officially eting your mother-in-law for the first ti, carries a different aning..."

Ever since that night, he felt their relationship had changed. No matter what had been said before about getting married, it was all talk, but now there had been substantial progress. Bringing her over for a al now seed like a prelude to eting the prospective mother-in-law.

He felt differently in his heart, more secure and substantive. At least eighty percent of their issues had been settled; she was virtually family—just like he said, only a certificate was missing.

"Oh~ My mother-in-law." He Fang looked at him sideways, "So in your eyes, doing that... that thing is the sa as getting married, right?"

"Of course. If you’re not marrying , then who? It’s a sure thing."

"Okay, okay, we’ll go tomorrow. Let’s rest well today."

"Okay."

Qin Guanglin agreed readily. He had already found a movie on the computer, and after hitting play, he hopped back onto the bed, pulling her blanket aside and squeezing in next to her.

"What movie?"

"About Ti."

"..." He Fang pursed her lips, her feelings a little complex.

It was because Qin Guanglin liked these types of movies that she used to watch them with him. They’d watch one ti-travel movie after another, and it was this influence that made her wary of acting rashly like the protagonists in those dramas.

His tastes hadn’t changed, but she no longer felt the sa when watching these movies. Each ti, she felt a slight discomfort.

Empathizing with the protagonists’ plight.

Fearing her own future.

Change was inevitable, yet excessive change was equally untenable. She had only one desire, one regret to nd, and for everything else, she wished it would remain untouched.

Grasping this balance proved challenging.

Life wasn’t a movie; she couldn’t afford to gamble, nor did she dare to. Caution beca her mantra, each decision ticulously pondered, each action rigorously reconsidered.

—If the future were to be upset by the present, she would lose all her advantages, incapable of altering anything but resigned to await fate’s judgnt.

Lately, it seed she had beco a bit lax...

Cradled in Qin Guanglin’s embrace, He Fang’s eyes were fixed on the movie screen, but her mind was engaged in silent reflection.

The loveliness of her life now had gradually lessened her vigilance, creating the illusion that things could continue this way indefinitely. But traps always lay in wait where least expected, ready to spring the mont one’s guard faltered.

Life’s events linked together like chained rings; a single mishap could steer destiny’s gears in a vastly different direction.

"If I could return to the past, I wouldn’t be searching for a girlfriend. I’d buy lottery tickets!" Qin Guanglin comnted on the movie, not forgetting to pinch a bit of softer flesh, "Right?"

"People want different things, and all you’d do is buy lottery tickets," He Fang glanced at him, "Besides, who knows if you’d even win? Maybe if you bought a ticket, those numbers wouldn’t co up."

"Then I’d trade stocks."

"Trading stocks just let you scavenge leftovers. Trying to reap profits like cutting leeks, the big players would chop you first."

"Do business."

"Do you even know how?"

"...Buy real estate."

"Hmm, that’s more reliable." He Fang smiled, nuzzling his chin with her head, "With your style, you could only end up as a landlord, scraping by."

"What’s wrong with scraping by? Look at our landlord, sauntering around in slippers collecting rent, making money in his sleep."

"But where will you get the capital to buy the property?"

"..."

Qin Guanglin suddenly felt deflated and closed his mouth, unwilling to engage with her.

This person always had to have the last word.

"I’ll do nothing but go back to school and wait for you every day, holding a huge bouquet of flowers, squatting beneath your dorm."

After a mont, he suddenly rembered his greatest treasure, chuckled, and gently bit He Fang.

"Our dormitory matron would turn you into a pig’s head," He Fang felt his grip tightened and slapped his hand, "Gentle. Also, with my roommate, one strike from her and you wouldn’t stand a chance."

"Why would she hit ?"

"I’d tell her to."

"Why would you have her hit ?" Qin Guanglin, dissatisfied, thought they were supposed to have hit it off much earlier.

"If I didn’t know you and you shalessly showed up with flowers, who else would I hit but you?"

"So I can’t even confess my feelings..."

"Confession should be a victory anthem, not a battle cry." He Fang rolled her eyes, "Have you ever seen anyone confess right at the start?"

"Uh... alright, seems right. When you confessed to... ouch, okay, it was who confessed." Qin Guanglin quickly corrected himself mid-sentence, then curiously changed the subject, "If I wanted to pursue you, how should I go about it? Be an online friend and chat via phone for months?"

"Didn’t you already win over?"

"What if one day I suddenly awaken and I’m back to eighteen?" He joked.

"..."

He Fang looked up at him, blinking earnestly, as if she were genuinely pondering his question. Qin Guanglin was sowhat perplexed; was she taking his joke seriously?

He just wanted to figure out how he had captivated her, to understand her prolonged secret crush.

"You definitely shouldn’t confess at the start," He Fang turned to him seriously.

"You should first..."

"..."