CHAPTER 377: CHAPTER 367: SONS AND DAUGHTERS

"Sigh, time really flies by day after day."

Qin Guanglin stood on the balcony, gazing at the night scenery and sighed, when the story had barely covered four hundred Chapters, his daughter had already learned to call him daddy.

"Don’t dawdle there, you haven’t done your hundred push-ups for today yet!" He Fang urged him on the sofa, holding their daughter, "Hurry up!"

"Push-ups don’t help with weight loss..."

"Then go lift weights."

"..."

Compared to lifting weights, push-ups were somewhat easier.

A person has to accept getting older; since he turned thirty, Qin Guanglin had become lazier, lacking the youthful vigor. He would drive instead of walk, lie down instead of sit whenever possible.

Time is like a knife, each moment urging one to age, but thankfully his back wasn’t old yet; he reckoned he could still battle on for a few more years.

"I used to think... haha, I thought even if you turned into a 300-pound fatso, I would... hey, still not despise you. But now... phew."

"Stop talking and take a break; it’s tiring to listen to you!"

He Fang shot him a glance; his chubby body had barely supported a few push-ups on the ground when he started panting. Really, a year without exercise was a three-year effort wasted.

"I didn’t even reach 300 pounds before you started to despise me." Qin Guanglin lay on the blanket, too lazy to get up, resting on his elbows, he looked up and spoke to He Fang.

"Nonsense, you’re not the one being crushed."

"... It could be me."

"Do you still want to come inside or not? Hurry up, keep going!"

"..."

Panting and grunting, he barely made it through a hundred push-ups. Qin Guanglin felt like he’d saved the world, somewhat proud of himself, slumped on the sofa next to He Fang watching TV, not idling his hands as he played with her feet in his.

The life transitioning to that of an old married couple, was still full of flavor.

Qin Guanglin six years ago: (sobbing) I’m a hentai.

Qin Guanglin now: (proud) I’m a hentai!

"Hey, by the way, Xiao Yu, after being guided by you, the great painter, signed a contract with Chen Rui’s company and became a part-time illustrator. He’s wanted to thank us, not wanting to give gifts because we don’t lack anything, so he wanted to invite us out to have fun, maybe have a meal or a stroll."

He Fang struggled twice but couldn’t break free, so she simply let it be and brought up the matter.

Xiao Yu was too shy to speak up himself; originally, he wanted to invite Qin Guanglin for a drink, but this guy is always with his daughter. After some thought, he decided it would be better to have both families go out together, so he had Zhou Nan speak to He Fang.

Qin Guanglin didn’t mind; he realized that it had been a long time since they had gone out. Since He Fang’s later stages of pregnancy until now, the furthest they had gone was to Luo River—to release fish with Qin’s Mom.

"Sure, that kid is producing sets of manga; doing the illustrations for those shoujo comics is not bad... very suitable."

Initially, the doujinshi he had discussed with Xiao Yu didn’t work out because Xiao Yu didn’t have many story ideas in his mind, always thinking about exposing this and that. Chen Rui noticed his talent and specifically employed him to create derivative works for those hormone-stimulating comics.

Over thirty and still, yikes—

He knows how to have fun.

Past ten o’clock at night, after feeding both of them dinner, He Fang yawned, getting ready to sleep, sitting on the bed waiting for Qin Guanglin to come over with a bucket, and the two soaked their feet together—a health routine they had never skipped. Only, it had been a long time since they had stopped adding herbal medicine, and it was simply soaking with hot water.

A basin of hot soak before bed is better than any prescription.

"Wait another thirty years, when we’re both old and gray, we’ll continue soaking like this."

Qin Guanglin dried his feet, shuffling with the bucket back to the bathroom to empty it. He came back, prepared to snuggle up with He Fang.

"Stop it, I’m really tired."

"I’m not tired at all." He was full of energy.

"Ah... tomorrow."

"No, right now."

The two of them shoved and pulled at each other, He Fang was about to give in when a cry suddenly started up from the baby carriage by the bed.

"..."

"..."

"Aren’t you the one who’s not sleepy? Go and soothe the baby," He Fang yawned. "Probably wet his diaper, go on!"

"Ah..."

...

...

Life is a blank canvas, and it’s up to oneself to fill it in, with each person having their own unique story.

Xiao Yu felt that his story could fill a book as thick as "Das Kapital," the kind that you can’t flip through in a short time.

Sometimes, when he thought about it, it seemed there wasn’t much worth writing about, beyond the daily necessities and playing with his son; just occasional banter with Zhou Nan.

When they were together, their relationship didn’t develop very fast; it was just that neither of them was careful with their belt, and their son forcibly accelerated their relationship progression. They went from boyfriend and girlfriend to husband and wife very quickly, and it took over a year of marriage before they gradually adapted to the roles of husband and wife.

Just like that, it was for life.

"Where are we going to play?"

On the weekend, Xiao Yu got dressed and was helping his son put on his clothes while waiting for Zhou Nan to finish preening.

There wasn’t really much to preen about anyway; Zhou Nan just washed her face, combed her hair, put her not-too-long hair up with a hair tie, and she was all ready to go in her neat casual dress.

"Let’s discuss it with He Fang and the others," she said, already grabbing her bag and breezing towards the stairs.

Xiao Yu, with his son in his arms, followed close behind, locking the door and saying, "Didn’t you guys plan this in advance?"

"Just chatted casually... what’s the point of making plans so early, not knowing what the weather would be."

"There are weather forecasts, isn’t it a clear day?"

"So nagging, I forgot to discuss it, okay?"

"Hmph."

Xiao Yu turned his head to adjust his son’s hat brim, "Don’t learn from your mom, always forgetful and scatterbrained."

"Hurry up and drive! Or we’ll be late."

The meeting place was at Shengtian Square, and when their family of three arrived by car, Qin Guanglin’s family had just reached the same spot. They were opposite each other at the traffic lights, the two women sat in their respective cars and used WeChat to decide to first go to the west parking lot.

"Aw, this must be little Anya... come to auntie for a hug." Zhou Nan was delighted to see the girl, having always wanted a daughter when she was pregnant, but ended up with a son.

"Have another one, it might be a girl," He Fang tempted.

"No way, one is enough, what if it’s another cheeky boy, that would be exhausting... Aww, it’s too cute, look, her eyes are so much like yours..."

The two women muttered together, while the two men stood by, making faces.

"Where to?" Qin Guanglin asked, glancing at Xiao Yu’s son on his shoulder and snickering inwardly.

Thank goodness his own was a daughter. So nice.

The little rascal looked like nothing but trouble.

"First, let’s get something to eat, then... let’s eat, and we’ll figure it out during the meal."

Xiao Yu glanced at Zhou Nan’s daughter in her arms, also snorting to himself.

Daughters will eventually become someone else’s.

The two families, four adults and two children, left the parking lot in search of food. After some scouting, Qin Guanglin was the one to decide on Shao’s Home-cooked Restaurant.

It had been a long time since the last visit, the last time was still with Xiao Yu and Sun Wen for a drinking session, but in the blink of an eye, everyone had already become middle-aged.