Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again Chapter 342 - 335: Another Year of Spring Blooming

Spring Festival was in February.

After celebrating Spring Festival, we returned to He City on the third day to pay our New Year visits and then went back to Luo City on the fifteenth.

Before I realized it, I, Qin Guanglin, twenty-eight years old and twenty-nine by the traditional count, was on the cusp of middle age.

Not young anymore.

Years of continuous fighting had left sowhat spent, wishing I could feast daily on leeks, oysters, kidneys, and lamb scorpion.

I used to not be satisfied with fighting twice in three days; now I’ve cut it down to twice, maybe three tis a week.

"I can’t resist aging," Qin Guanglin pinched his flesh and sighed, recalling when he once boasted a "stud’s waist".

Won are all demons.

The demon lying beside sighed luxuriously, contemplating, "This is the last ti."

"What?" Qin Guanglin stopped short.

Last ti? What last ti?

"I’m not taking the pill anymore, getting ready for April," He Fang said calmly with half-closed eyes, "Bear with , wait until April."

"What? What? Wait, what do you an?"

Qin Guanglin was alard, "Haven’t you always been using ’that’? What dicine? What do you an by not using it..."

Although I felt a bit old, this news was sothing my heart vehently rejected.

April was nearly two months away. How could this be?

He Fang glanced at him, "It’s not safe, it can break."

"How could it..."

"It’s broken before."

"..."

Qin Guanglin was speechless.

What is this ss?!

But then I thought of my daughter and deflated... prioritizing my daughter.

"Um... those few days should be fine; double protection shouldn’t be a big issue," He Fang added.

"I’m jealous."

Qin Guanglin grunted and turned away, having no interest in those ’few days’ she ntioned.

He Fang was puzzled, "Jealous of what?"

"..."

"Tell ."

"Jealous of myself!" Qin Guanglin felt a mix of annoyance and embarrassnt, finding his own reasoning laughable. Seeing the way He Fang looked at him, he felt even more uncomfortable.

"Is this what n are like?" He Fang looked at him with amazent, suddenly sitting up, prodded him playfully with her finger, "Hey, can you talk about what... you’re thinking?"

"I feel like the current is being cuckolded by my past self, and my future self is cuckolding the current ."

Qin Guanglin murmured, glanced at He Fang, then lay back down on the pillow and closed his eyes, not wanting to see her trying to suppress a laugh.

"..."

"Oh, this is so annoying!" He suddenly sat up, staring straight at He Fang, "I’m not happy."

"Wait a minute..."

He Fang scratched her head lightly, "That doesn’t sound right... It should be you cuckolding your future self."

"..."

"..."

The bedroom fell into an eerie silence.

The two stared at each other for an eternity, Qin Guanglin’s eyebrows twitching while He Fang fluttered her eyelids, "Isn’t it thrilling to sleep with soone else’s wife?"

"It’s my own wife!"

Qin Guanglin threw himself back onto the bed and huffed, "Sleep, forget this damn ti travel nonsense."

He Fang shrugged, snuggled into his embrace and shuffled around, pulling the corner of the blanket towards the center before closing her eyes to sleep.

...

...

In the brisk March spring, flowers blood in warmth.

The air still carried a chill from winter, but tender buds had begun to sprout on the trees, their delicate petals unfurling slowly to welco the sunshine.

As the planned day drew nearer, Qin Guanglin felt an inexplicable pressure mounting. He Fang might not have shown it openly, but now and then he could tell that she was weighed down by heavy thoughts.

Having a child, even if everything happened as it did the last ti, the outco was still hugely uncertain.

Upon reflection, having two identical children seed almost as improbable as winning the jackpot in the lottery.

"Been busy lately? Your efficiency seems to have dropped quite a bit," Chen Rui remarked, upon noticing Qin Guanglin zoning out.

"No, nothing."

Qin Guanglin shook his head and after a pause said, "I don’t want to draw this comic anymore."

"Huh?" Chen Rui was stunned. "Why?"

"No reason... I just suddenly don’t feel like drawing anymore." Qin Guanglin looked down slightly, his gaze falling onto the characters sketched on his drawing board, feeling oddly irritated.

To him, as long as the baby was a daughter, she would be his daughter. There was nothing different about that. The probability was about fifty percent or even higher, so he was fairly confident that it could happen.

But He Fang didn’t just want a daughter; she wanted Anya.

He always felt like he had missed sothing important, a thought that zipped through his mind, eluding his grasp.

"Are you kidding ... Did you have a fight?" Chen Rui frowned.

After more than two years of growth, the platform was no longer solely dependent on Qin Guanglin’s comics for most of its traffic. The company had gained so fa and secured a foothold in the comic market. Losing his series wouldn’t be debilitating and might even see a resurgence of interest upon conclusion.

But of course, if it could continue, the longer the better — setting aside the company and platform considerations, Chen Rui personally liked the series Qin Guanglin had created. He had two sets of the physical edition at ho, making him a semi-loyal reader. He really didn’t want to see it end abruptly.

Seeing that Qin Guanglin remained silent, Chen Rui thought for a mont, stood up, walked beside him, and patted his shoulder, "If you’re tired, take a rest. Resolve it if there’s a conflict, don’t be rash."

"No, no conflict, we’re good," Qin Guanglin shook his head, "It’s just this creative work... you know, sotis you just... suddenly don’t feel like drawing anymore, can’t help the state you’re in."

"You still have so many readers," Chen Rui said.

"That’s why I want to conclude it," Qin Guanglin shrugged, "If it weren’t for the readers, wouldn’t it be easier to just drop it?"

Chen Rui’s brows creased tighter, he mulled over it and said, "Hey, I find your reasoning quite sound!"

Besides this one, Qin Guanglin was responsible for other comics. In terms of earnings, this most popular one surprisingly generated the least revenue. Considering his recent determination to work, understanding his wish to conclude made sense, as focusing on other projects would surely be more profitable than this original work.

After all, he had a family now, was close to thirty, and the matter of children was likely on the agenda. Chen Rui felt he could understand him.

"But it’s still a bit of a pity," Chen Rui sighed and after so thought said, "How about this..."

"Hmm?"

"Keep it up for a while longer, conclude the series when your wife gets pregnant or when the child is born."

Chen Rui habitually tapped his fingers on the table, pondering as he spoke, "That way, if you want to continue drawing later on, you can start a second season... like the one you ntioned, ’My daughter is so cute!’ If you have a son, then ’My son is so handso!’ Either way, you can pick it up again.

To tell you the truth, having worked on this series for several years, it really is ti to wrap it up and start a second season, otherwise it gets draggy and excessively lengthy."

"That’s a good idea." Qin Guanglin thought it over and smiled, "I do have so things on my mind lately; I should relax a bit... I’ll think it over."

Preparing for a child was even more important than planning a wedding; he needed to prepare properly for the little life that was on its way.

Whether it was Anya or not, the child would be his.