Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again Chapter 287 - 282: Secret

Driving ho, it was already 8 p.m.

He had alerted He Fang in advance that he would be working late, so when Qin Guanglin arrived ho, He Fang was already lying in bed, playing ’Fight the Landlord’ with zealous clinks and clanks.

"Did you finish grading the assignnts?"

"I finished them at school."

"Oh."

Qin Guanglin sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand to pull at He Fang’s feet for a look.

Snakes mate... tail... in human terms, that should be the feet, right?

"What are you doing?" He Fang pulled her feet back with force, eyeing him warily.

Less than twenty-four hours had passed, and this was happening for the second ti already. It couldn’t happen again.

"...Nothing, I’m going to take a shower."

As if nothing was amiss, Qin Guanglin stood up, found his pajamas, and trudged into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He turned on the shower, waited for the cold water to run clear, and started rinsing off.

Immortals...

What kind of bizarre setup was this?!

His ordinary life had suddenly sprouted this twist, leaving Qin Guanglin quite bewildered.

No wonder he had always felt there was sothing odd about her... Indeed, his own girlfriend was not a re mortal.

And she worshiped Buddha... Was this cultivation?

Or was it repaying a debt of gratitude?

And then there was Xiaoqing...

The more Qin Guanglin thought about it, the more it felt like a magical fantasy. Friday had been just another ordinary day, and then suddenly everything turned upside down.

The more he knew, the more troubles he had.

Sigh~

After showering, he shuffled back into the bedroom, climbed into bed, and hesitated for a mont before speaking.

"I t an old man today."

"And then?" He Fang asked while continuing to play her ga.

"He did a divination for ."

"Uh-huh, and what else?"

"He said I would get married next year... no, he said I would get married the year after next." Qin Guanglin almost let it slip; the initial prediction was three years, and now nearly two years had passed. Counting the days, just over a year remained.

"Really?"

He Fang frowned, tilted her head to glance at him, "What else did the old man say?"

"He also said... that I have a major disaster coming in ten years, a really big one. You can do divinations too, right? Can you check for to see if it’s true?"

"..."

"What’s wrong?" Qin Guanglin inquired, noting her stunned silence.

He Fang ca back to her senses, coughed lightly, and after looking at her phone for a mont, she asked, "This old man... where did you see him?"

"Was what he said true?"

"It’s fake."

"Huh?"

"...As long as you listen to obediently, I can use Qin Dunjia to help you avoid all troubles." He Fang looked at him seriously, saying, "Understood?"

Qin Guanglin was a bit alard by her serious expression and rolled over to lie down properly, "It’s still ten years away, what’s there to fear?"

The old man had ntioned a calamity, and judging by He Fang’s reaction, it seed about right...

Could it be that in ten years he would literally fall from a plane?

It was all too mystical...

"Where did you et this old man?" He Fang persisted, setting aside her ga and shaking his blanket.

Naturally, Qin Guanglin couldn’t reveal that he had driven to Zhongnan to inquire about matters, so he made a perfunctory response, "Just downstairs from the office. He spoke a couple of words and left. Who knows where he went."

As for He Fang’s connection with Willow Fairy, he still had to give it so serious thought. His mind was a ss right now, and he couldn’t make sense of anything.

How could he run into such crazy situations?

Being able to see through one’s future... upon reflection, it was indeed terrifying.

He closed his eyes and felt his mind beco a ss, then opened them again to see He Fang’s clean little face, and his thoughts subsided.

Ghosts and immortals... This was his wife after all, cooking and doing laundry for him every day, shopping and taking walks, ironing his shirts before he went out, taking his coat when he ca back, and sleeping together every night—so what if she knew a bit of the mystical?

No, he had to snuggle up again.

"What are you doing..." He Fang shrank into the corner, pushing him hard with her foot, "Go to sleep!"

"Can’t sleep, don’t kick..."

Qin Guanglin felt even more settled watching her like this.

Immortal? More like immortal my ass.

She still had to bow under the palm of his hand.

No matter how powerful, she would still cry for her boss!

...

The next morning.

Qin Guanglin woke from his sleep and felt a crackling in his lower back as he got up.

Alas... so young yet unable to withstand the presence of an immortal like He Fang.

Contemplating this, he kissed her still-sleeping face, then quietly got out of bed, dressed, and tiptoed out the door.

He had figured it out during Sage Ti the previous night.

It was just a bit of mysterious tricks... Strip those away, and she was still the girl who sneaked into his bed in the middle of the night, who couldn’t sleep and called him into her room, who would cry at the slam of a table, and whose cheeks would turn red with a touch of her feet.

Was there anything to worry about?

Absolutely not.

Teacher He was still Teacher He, the kind-hearted Teacher He.

Still the unique Teacher He.

The only thing that mattered was when she’d co clean about her specialness.

Turn one person’s secret into two people’s secret.

Until that happened, he would keep mum, not breathing a word of this to anyone.

No wonder she said he had a good aura at first sight—she was looking for her destined one.

To be honest, it felt a bit preordained...

"Good morning."

"Morning."

"Morning, Brother Lin."

Arriving at the company, greeting everyone, Qin Guanglin headed straight to his office, where Chen Rui was already inside.

The office was not small, now fitted with two desks on opposite sides, he and Chen Rui sat facing each other—although Chen Rui was only there half the ti.

Qin Guanglin had suggested moving his own office outside before but was vetoed by Chen Rui, so he remained.

"You were out ssing around last night? Why do you look so listless?" Chen Rui glanced up and saw Qin Guanglin entering with a sluggish step.

"Nothing, just insomnia," Qin Guanglin casually replied, sat down, and gulped down a glass of water, thinking about adding so goji berries.

Two or three tis in two days, he really couldn’t handle it.

Chen Rui eyed him and shook his head, "Won, they’re just demons ~ learn from , I’m full of vigor."

"People outside can hear you, still a bachelor in your thirties, it’s not a glorious thing." Qin Guanglin pointed to the doorway, not bothering with him.

What’s life for?

Money, power, won.

Chen Rui was like a grand eunuch, with nothing to say about won, so they could only talk about work.

"The year is ending, have you got next year’s plan ready?" Qin Guanglin glanced over the work progress, asking Chen Rui.

"Steady growth next year, no changes... looking at the current platform’s traffic growth, the effect is good, we’re just waiting for you, the great artist, to rise."

Chen Rui already had everything planned out, patting the files on the desk, he suggested, "Finish the year well, then you can focus on your drawing, the scripts here are nearly ready, all bought with big money, just having original fans is a huge amount of traffic, we’ll first build the montum, then focus on original works."

"Fine, you arrange it, I’ll just draw my crappy pictures, won’t put so much thought into it." Qin Guanglin had no objections, as long as Chen Rui didn’t ss up, he was reassured.

Just afraid that Chen Rui might get his middle school syndro on again and want to try sothing eccentric, then that would be a headache.

"What crappy pictures, you’re a great artist," Chen Rui lifted a hand up in the air, "the future god of comics."

"Don’t be so cringy."