Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again Chapter 247 - 243: Why Didn’t It Get Calculated?

Nothing is impervious to scrutiny.

On his way to He City with dicine that day, all day long, Qin Guanglin reviewed everything that had happened since the two of them t.

The day before he ca back for the New Year, he had chatted with He’s Daddy for the whole afternoon. He also intentionally or unintentionally steered the conversation towards He Fang and then discovered—

So things did not add up.

This person he had been with day and night was shrouded in a hazy fog, impenetrable and mysterious.

"I know you’re my future wife, and I’ll definitely marry you—but shouldn’t you give an explanation?" Qin Guanglin was certain about their feelings for each other, which was evident from various details, and there was no doubt about that.

He just wanted an explanation to truly understand her.

He Fang kept her head down, silent, and Qin Guanglin’s heart gradually sank.

After a long while, she finally lifted her head and looked at Qin Guanglin, "Do you really want to hear it?"

Her expression gave Qin Guanglin a jolt, but he nodded and said, "You tell ."

"I know... I know what’s going to happen in the future, I’ve seen..."

"..."

Qin Guanglin was stunned for a mont, then burst into incredulous laughter.

Was this supposed to be so kind of play-acting?

"You know the future?" he interrupted.

"Yes, I know," He Fang nodded.

"Did you calculate it?" Qin Guanglin curled his lips, "So kind of divination or what?"

"No..."

Bang!

He Fang shuddered, her words cut off by the loud noise.

"You still want to deceive with that kind of absurd reasoning!"

Qin Guanglin slamd the table furiously and stood up. He paced back and forth in the living room a couple of tis before stopping in front of He Fang, glaring at her, "How didn’t you see this coming then?" he pointed above his head, struggling to contain his emotions, "Aren’t you the predictor? You know about the scar on my leg, but you didn’t see this coming?!"

"Speak up! How didn’t you foresee that I was almost beaten into an idiot!"

"I thought you really had sothing to explain, are you just toying with as a fool?!"

"If you don’t want to speak, fine, keep it to yourself, but is this necessary? Do I look like a fool to you?—Stop crying, okay, I’ll sit down. Let’s talk properly; I’m asking you, have you been playing for a fool all along?"

"...I haven’t... Sob... I really didn’t an to hide it from you... don’t be angry at ... Wah..."

Clad in pajamas, He Fang leaned against the sofa, hands dangling at her sides, head tilted back wailing cryingly, her slight figure trembling slightly—the scene was pitiful.

Like a little child who had lost her candy.

After nearly ten years together in this life and the past, he had never raised his voice to her like that before.

Qin Guanglin, agitated, stood up again and paced a few steps before quickly wrapping her in a tight embrace.

"Stop crying, I won’t ask anymore, let’s not fight, I won’t ask anymore, let’s not fight..."

"Sob... You slapped the table so hard..."

"It’s my fault, my fault. You scold , hit ."

"...What I said is true..."

"I believe you, I believe you. Stop crying..."

"...Sob sob sob... Does your hand hurt?"

"..."

Qin Guanglin’s breathing halted, wishing he could slap himself hard in the face.

If she didn’t want to talk, she didn’t have to—didn’t everyone have their own secrets?

"I can’t breathe... Sob sob..."

"Alright, don’t cry, I’ll let you go." Qin Guanglin quickly loosened his grip a little and, seeing dinner was no longer an option, picked up her legs and carried her straight to the bedroom, laying her down gently on the bed.

"Wait here, I’m going to see if that branch is still down there, I’ll bring it up for you to hit with."

"Don’t go..." He Fang, choking back tears, latched onto the hem of his shirt, "I haven’t finished telling you..."

"I won’t listen anymore, there’s no need to talk, we’ll donate, is eighty thousand enough? I have more here."

"No, I have to say..."

"No need to say, what you do is normal, cooking, a naturally gifted talent. Didn’t I learn it just as quickly? Four years at university, I could have mastered it easily too, totally normal."

"... You just shouted at , even wanted to hit , I’ll tell your mom to hit you."

"How could I possibly hit you, it’s more like you hitting . Go ahead and hit ." Qin Guanglin pulled her hand to his head, "Go on, hit hard, I’ll let you give a good thrashing today."

"I didn’t, I didn’t treat you like a fool."

"I’m already a fool, it’s okay, I’m really a fool. You just lie down and stop talking."

"You shouted at so loudly..."

Qin Guanglin wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and promised solemnly, "I swear, I will never raise my voice at you again, and certainly not bang on the table. If I break this promise, may I... may I get hit by a car when I go out."

"Wah!"

He Fang suddenly burst into tears again, and Qin Guanglin tensed up, staring at her in astonishnt.

...

Dinner was made by Qin Guanglin.

The first real argunt ended with a deep bite mark on his arm.

A mark with threads of blood.

The two ate dinner in silence without a word.

Qin Guanglin kept reflecting on why they fought when they had agreed not to.

They obviously loved each other.

Aside from so secrets kept hidden, she had always tried to be good to him, whether it was carrying a knife in He City or in the daily details, the amulet in his wallet. There was no doubt about it, she was always good to him.

Even during the argunt, she wondered if his hand was hurting.

To say she had ulterior motives—no one would believe that. He was just a lousy artist, what reason could she have to go to such lengths?

There was no reason, but feelings.

Thinking logically, the things she intentionally hid and wouldn’t explain, it might also be for his sake.

For instance, the thing with the sleeping pills was probably because she didn’t want him to worry.

And yet, he wanted to know, wanting to tackle problems together, not liking these kinds of secrets—this was where the contradiction lay.

"Does it still hurt?"

He Fang looked at the bite mark on his arm, feeling sorry that it was so deep, it would probably leave a small scar.

"It doesn’t hurt, I have thick skin," Qin Guanglin said with a silly grin, not asking why she had suddenly lost it, just silently taking note to never say sothing similar in the future.

Maybe it was so relative... That family photo he saw in her bedroom flashed through his mind.

"I’m sorry, I was too impulsive today..." He looked at He Fang’s slightly swollen eyes with regret.

"No, it was my fault for not discussing with you before donating the manuscript fees," He Fang shook her head, "otherwise you wouldn’t have been so angry."

The manuscript fee was the trigger, the spark that set everything off. Otherwise, no matter how suspicious Qin Guanglin was, he would have listened to her explanations before sending her to the psychiatric departnt for an examination.

"Do you really not want to hear my explanation?" she asked again.

"I don’t need to hear anymore. When it’s ti, you will talk. If you don’t want to, you must have your reasons. It’s not a big deal, just next ti when there’s a big donation, you must tell first—I’m not trying to control your money, just being kept in the dark about things like this... you know, right?"

"I already know I was wrong."

"Good, then let’s put this behind us, and turn the page. We’re not bringing it up again, okay?" Qin Guanglin was relieved to see He Fang nod, and couldn’t help but smile, "Wait... not turning the page yet, who did you say you were again?"

"Your wife." He Fang held her bowl and glanced at him, "You want to call you ’husband’ again, don’t you?"

"Eh?"

He Fang’s straightforward attitude caught Qin Guanglin by surprise, "Go on, call."

"You wash the dishes."

"Okay."

"Husband, I’m full." He Fang wiped her mouth, stood up, and smiled at him, "Rember to wash them after eating, I need to do a facial mask."

"From now on, I’ll take care of it."