Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again Chapter 344 - 337: Time’s Up

April, the sea was calm.

Qin Guanglin was nearly bursting with rage, while He Fang was still counting days on her fingers.

"It’s soon, maybe tonight or tomorrow we can start."

She calculated for a long ti, holding the thermoter and recording another note in her notebook, preparing to make a baby.

"Really?!"

Qin Guanglin excited, not yet knowing what the start ant, eagerly said, "Should we warm up first?"

"Quit dreaming, just focus on your work... or you could take a few days off."

"Great, I’ll sort things out today and then take a few days off."

In just a few words, the matter of taking leave was settled. Qin Guanglin dressed up and went out to work, He Fang carrying a small bag walked to school, while he drove in the opposite direction.

The weather in April had already ward up, and he wore his plaid shirt again—those clothes He Fang bought were too fussy, nothing was as convenient as just throwing on a plaid shirt, both comfortable and practical.

Truly a great invention.

Everything seems pleasing when you’re in a good mood, after praising the plaid shirt designer, Qin Guanglin then checked himself out in the rearview mirror.

Handso.

Surely, he could have a daughter who was both beautiful and smart.

Whistling, he got out of his car, carried his bag upstairs, greeted his colleagues, and sat at his desk, but he had no mind for work.

Whether he would have a daughter or not would depend on these few anxious days.

"Brother Lin, this is yesterday’s work, please take a look."

After years of effort, Yu Le already looked like a painter, no longer the assistant he once was, capable of handling simpler projects on his own.

"It’s fine, give it to soone, just send it directly."

"Okay."

"Wait..."

Qin Guanglin suddenly rembered sothing and stopped Yu Le, who was about to leave, pondering, "Do you still have those old study materials?"

The Little Fatty next door had been quite serious about seeking advice on painting, quite rare for a teenager—weird questions occasionally, but recalling how Yu Le had started similarly, he thought of helping out by getting so beginner materials for him to study on his own.

"The old ones?" Yu Le paused, "All my materials are on the cloud, you an the stuff about light, dark refraction, geotric perspective, and stuff?"

"That sounds a bit too advanced, what about even earlier ones... never mind, just send all those beginner stuff you learned at first, not the physical ones, just those in your drive, I’ll send you a red packet later," Qin Guanglin waved his hand, "For the paid ones, forget it, just send the free ones."

"Hey, Brother Lin, what are you talking about, what red packet?"

Yu Le could be considered Qin Guanglin’s half-apprentice; any red packet given to him would just be returned. He responded and went back to his desk, organizing those materials.

Fortunately, he had a good habit of categorizing everything in his cloud drive, even if temporarily unused, he wouldn’t delete them. Soon he had packaged everything and sent it to Qin Guanglin’s email.

After sorting out his leave and idling until the end of work, Qin Guanglin stretched and left work, sent a ssage to Little Fatty to set up an email, excitedly went downstairs to his car, ready to go ho and make a baby with He Fang, but his phone rang.

"Hello, Mom... Oh, okay, I’m coming."

After hanging up Qin’s Mom’s call, he sent a voice ssage to He Fang explaining he needed to stop by the old house to pick up so stuff.

...

...

North Fly Road.

Qin’s Mom was holding a bag of pitch-black dried leaves, handing them gingerly over to Qin Guanglin.

"What’s this?"

Qin Guanglin opened it and sniffed, frowning, "Is this for soaking feet or..."

"For eating!"

"Eating?!"

Qin Guanglin was shocked, "Aren’t these going to make us sick? We’re not ill."

Mysteriously stuffing a bag of dicine for him to eat... he wondered if Qin’s Mom was going senile early.

"You’re planning to have a baby this year, right?" Qin’s Mom said mysteriously, nodding towards the bag in his hands. "This is a special recipe, guaranteed to give you a son. If it doesn’t work, you get your money back. I’ve heard it’s really effective."

"...Is there a guarantee for having a daughter?"

"Have a daughter? You need to have a son first! Once you have a son, you can have whatever you want."

Qin’s Mom was not pleased. Why was he always thinking about having a daughter? Although she herself was a woman, a son would carry on the family line. The Qin family might not rest on his shoulders alone, but Guanglin’s father only had this one son.

"If I have a daughter, do you refund?"

"Refunded."

"Oh, then I’m heading back."

Guanglin felt too lazy to argue with Qin’s Mom. It wouldn’t make things any clearer and, besides, once the daughter was born, she as the grandmother would likely adore her.

But the timing was quite perfect; they were just about to "make the little man," and she had brought this dicine now.

"Rember, boil a bowl every night for He Fang."

"Sure thing."

Guanglin agreed as he headed out to his car, casually tossing the dicine to the side. He drove back to Tonglin Road, where He Fang was waiting for dinner.

Guaranteed to produce a boy, money back if it fails... This trick was too old, just like the guarantees for passing the English exams during school—so people would pass on their own rit, take their money, refund those who didn’t pass, and sit back making money.

Sun Wen had once thought about trying sothing similar but eventually gave up, realizing he couldn’t deceive anyone as he had nothing substantial to offer.

He didn’t believe this thing would be of any use.

When Guanglin parked his car below their building, he tossed the bag into a roadside trash bin, then thought better of it and picked it up again, taking it upstairs.

"What did mom give you?"

"Take a look, ’Guaranteed to have a son, money back if not born.’ " Guanglin placed the dicine in front of He Fang. "I had already thrown it away downstairs, but then I thought I didn’t know if you tried it last ti, so I brought it back up—if you had it before and it resulted in a daughter, maybe try it again this ti."

Fate is fickle; perhaps it just needed this bit of dicine.

"Hey..."

He Fang laughed, stirring the herbs in the bag with her finger. "Last ti, you brought it back too, saying mom was scamd or sothing... You never gave it to , just threw it away."

"Oh, I should have left it in the bin. Let’s have dinner."

Guanglin tossed it back into the garbage, washed his hands, and sat down to finish tonight’s dinner.

If it weren’t for He Fang’s ti traveling, he might have actually argued with Qin’s Mom about this scam, co back grumpy, and complained to He Fang before disposing of the dicine again.

No matter how tis changed, he remained himself.

After dinner, they went out for a walk to digest. When they returned, the day had completely darkened. Guanglin, having bathed early, kept glancing over at He Fang as he lay in bed.

"That thing... Should we try for our daughter now?"

He Fang, with a thermoter in her mouth, didn’t speak. After a while, she took it out to check and shook her head. "Not tonight."

She couldn’t pinpoint the exact day; all she could do was try her best to conceive this month.

There were only about six or seven days; she had to seize the opportunity. If these six days didn’t work out... He Fang closed her eyes, emitting an almost imperceptible sigh.

One shouldn’t be greedy; Guanglin was already by her side. She shouldn’t ask for too much; grasping the present happiness was what mattered most.

Guanglin felt equally disappointed, covering his forehead and looking at himself, then at He Fang. "Really, not tonight?"

"Not yet... Let’s go to sleep, get up early, stay in the best shape."

He Fang nuzzled him reassuringly, rubbing her cheek against him gently. "It’s just a few days, let’s sleep."

"It’s too early, I can’t sleep. Let’s talk about the future, there are still things I haven’t heard enough of."

"Okay."

They talked until the moon rose higher and the night grew deeper, then fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next day.

Guanglin was awoken by a noise, glancing outside at the pre-dawn light.

Turning his head, he caught He Fang’s slightly excited gaze.

"It’s ti, hurry!"