Chapter 112: Is It Really Fun?
After finishing dinner at home, Qin Guanglin grabbed the family mop, broom, and rags, ready to head out.
"What are you up to?" Qin’s Mom frowned upon seeing his odd behavior.
"Going out to have some fun."
"Having fun with a mop? What are you doing, going to war?"
"Don’t worry about it; I’ll bring it back in a bit." Qin Guanglin picked up the tools and with a clang closed the door behind him.
He didn’t feel like letting his mom know that he was so eager to go clean his girlfriend’s place—it was somehow embarrassing— so he simply didn’t tell her.
Arriving at the rental with a hop in his step, he took out the key He Fang had given him, opened the door, and, as if rolling up non-existent sleeves, got down to work.
Sweeping, mopping, dusting the table, cleaning up the oil splatters left by the previous tenant in the kitchen—he went through the whole place and by nearly eight o’clock, Qin Guanglin took a seat on the couch to catch his breath, looking around at the clean room with a sense of accomplishment.
The fragrant Teacher He deserved a neat and tidy house to live in.
After a short rest, he wiped off his sweat by pulling up his shirt, stood up shaking the rag, and thoroughly wiped down the couch he had been sitting on. Then he headed to the bedroom to carefully clean the bed, even opening up the wardrobe to tidy everything inside, finishing his tasks for the day.
His phone dinged several times. Looking at it, Qin Guanglin saw messages from He Fang urging him to go for a run, so he hummed in response, showing off his cleaning results to her.