Please Be More Serious - Chapter 49-50
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Chapter 49-50

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hengqing had a very delicious

dinner of meat, vegetables and warm soup. It was very much nicer than the usual

fast food lunch.

 Yin Ting ate with him, and he

had was a little worried that she didn’t eat on her own and remained hungry

waiting for him. But she laughed and said she ate a snack earlier in the

evening to pad her stomach. Zhengqing nodded satisfied,

‘I am usually late leaving work, so

please remember to eat first.’ He said

Yin Ting placed her chopsticks down

and regarded him with a serious expression on her face.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asked confused.

Yin Ting smiled and said softly,

‘Before now, when you came home, when you ate, when you sleep were all decided

by you. There was no one to manage you. But now you have a girlfriend (Zuben:

Who will manage you) and later you will be married with children. Do you always

want to let your wife and children eat without you. And then you come back and

eat the leftovers?’

Zhengqing stared aghast.

 Yin Ting continued, ‘Being

late on occasion is fine, but if you’re always like this, how can we have a

good meal together? I like to be here when you come home, but I would also like

that you come home early. Every company has a clock off time, to make sure the

staff isn’t over working. (Zuben: In China?) If you surpa.s.s this time, when

will you play or eat and sleep?

Zhengqing was surprised, and he

felt admonished, ‘Right.’ He said in compliance.

Yin Ting nodded satisfied with his

compliance, ‘This is good. You can’t tell me that you’re going to leave work at

a certain time and then still be late. So you will come home to eat on time.’

He didn’t say anything,

‘You will get off work at six

thirty. The drive doesn’t take more than twenty minutes. If we add waiting for

the elevator, driving out of the parking lot it would be thirty, so you should

be home by seven. That should be the normal time you arrive, unless there is a

large traffic jam, or have to entertain clients, and if you’re busier at work.

How about it?’ (Zuben: On one hand, I think it’s good she isn’t going to be the

kind of woman that waits around for the dude to turn up, but on the other I chafe

at the minute counting she’s doing. Is it supposed to be cute and loving? Imagine

if this were Zhengqing saying it to Yin Ting?)

He froze at that, he now had a set

time he needed to be home at? (Zuben: You said you wanted to get married.)

‘Can you do it?’ she said a tone

that made her sound like a kindergarten teacher.

‘I’ll try,’ he said hesitantly.

Yin Ting nodded, evidently

satisfied, ‘Please continue eating.’

Zhengqing did not dare say a word,

and returned to his soup and drank it. This food she ordered really tasted

good..

As he drank his soup he heard Yin Ting

whisper to herself, ‘Wow, I only started dating and I’m given my boyfriend

rules. So cool!’

Zhengqing almost sprayed out the

soup. He was fine with the rules. He had been ordered for a long time. His

performance was better than the boss expected. The shareholders like him, and

his subordinates respected him. He did not have to be at work so long. So his

girlfriend had rules, he will listen. (Zuben: one word: m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t)

After finis.h.i.+ng his soup, he looked

up to find Yin Ting resting her hand on her chin gazing at him.

‘I understand, I will leave work on

time.’

‘Seven o’clock.’

‘Yes, seven o’clock.’

 Yin Ting laughed.

‘Since you come home often and are

buying dinner, I should give you some money for that.’

‘Home?’ she repeated with her eyes

lighting up, ‘Sounds good.’

Zhengqing laughed in spite of

trying not to. He did not know that she was short of money.

‘It’s been a long time since

someone has given me money,’ she said laughing, ‘This is a fresh feeling. I

want cash, ah. Giving cash seems to have more sense of trust.’ (Zuben: Every thing

is G.o.dd.a.m.ned fresh. I suppose was the 80s’ hip hop scene in wherever this

writer lived)

He laughed as well as he pulled out

his wallet and handed all the cash to Yin Ting,

‘Entrusted to you,’ he said.

‘Alright,’ she said as received it

and began to count the money.

‘In the study, in the bottom drawer

in the cabinet on the left there is some money, if you run out take from there.’

‘Alright,’

Her laughter was so cute, Zhengqing

could not help but pinch her face, ‘But please no cooking, and don’t let

Miao-dada cause havoc around the house. As long as I don’t have to repair destroyed

décor daily, I can keep you well.’

‘If there is anything to repair

with the furniture and interior decoration, I will pay for it.’ She said

straight forwardly. Zhenqing gaped.

‘I mean, we’ll have to change

things in a few years anyway. I will pay for that.’

He looked helplessly at her, then

rose to clear the dishes. In the kitchen, he began to wash them. For a moment,

she stood watching him, then she came up to his back and put her arms around

him. Zhengqing’s heart warmed.

‘Tomorrow, buy out dinner from the

same place. I was very delicious.’ He said.

‘Okay,’ she said from behind him, ‘The

restaurant is not very far from her, it’s a small family owned restaurant. It

looked very clean. I will have a look at their menu and pick something

different for dinner.’ And in the meantime, she would keep practicing her

cooking, so one day she could make his meals everyday. (Zuben: You’ll get

bored, dear.)

‘I will be home on time tomorrow.’

‘Seven o’clock,’ she reminded him.

‘Yes, seven o’clock.’ He replied as

he washed the dishes. He supposed he could set an alarm for six thirty in the

evening.

That evening, Zhengqing did not do

any extra work. After cleaning up, he and Yin Ting cuddled on the sofa watching

TV, but not really. They were chatting and kissing. The desire to marry Yin

Ting was very strong. He felt that it felt right, there was someone to open the

door for him, someone who would wait for him to eat, someone who would worry,

there was laughter and the air was sweet.

He leaned down to kiss her where

she lay with her head on his lap. He knew that it was too fast. A flash

marriage was impulsive and irresponsible. Yin Ting would not agree, even if she

had the same desire. Her family would not approve either. And, he had not properly

met her father yet.

‘When can I visit your dad?’

‘Soon,’ she told him. She dared not

tell him that her father had flatly refused. And she feared putting any

pressure on him at the moment. (Zuben: Oh a bone of contention? Zhengqing

really – the breaks -  slow down!)

‘Good.’ He said, and he kissed her

again.

The next day, Zhengqing had a

meeting with President Qin. After their discussion about work, the older man

asked him about Yin Ting.

‘So you’re dating Yin Guohao’s

daughter, Ying Ting?’

‘Yes,’

‘Are you in love?’

‘Yes, I am.’ He replied gravely.

‘This child is very good, but you

two dating is quite a surprise.’ Wen Yi said with a bit of amus.e.m.e.nt.

A surprise? Zhengqing pursed his

lips, he supposed that they were rather different, so it would be surprising to

people.

‘Are you serious about her?’ he

asked

‘Very serious,’ Zhengqing replied.

Wen Yi laughed and patted

Zhengqing's shoulder, ‘I will be meeting her father for some tea the day after,

if he asks about you I will help out out.’

‘Thank you, President Qin.’

‘Xiaoting looks very much like her

mother,’ Wen Yi continued (Zuben: Daddy may not want to let her go…) ‘But appearance

and personality are two different things (Zuben: No s.h.i.+t, author). Her mother

was a great business woman, well known in the circles and so was her father,

Old Yin. But now that he’s older, he doesn’t want his daughter to go down that

path.’

‘Xiaoting told me,’

‘After his wife’s death, Old Yin’s

spleen changed. He sold all the businesses bar the printing press. But he still

has great influence in the business world. Some old friends and colleagues, go

to see him from time to time for advice. He still has friends amongst the old

guard. But he’s been a bit down of late.’

Zhengqing nodded and wondered if

Wen Yi was warning him that his future wife’s father was not going to make

things easy for him?

But Wen Yi did not say anything

more. He spoked about some other business they had, and dismissed Zhengqing. As

Zhengqing returned to his office, his heart was heavy with foreboding and he

felt a bit under pressure. When he got to his office, he logged into Tingting’s

blog. She had put the answer to a post that was up yesterday. It had been a

question: Why is there fish in the river? Answer: Because, if the fish leaves the

river, they die. But if the river does not have fish, it loses it’s spirit, therefore,

dead. So they must be in the same place. That way they are not afraid of death,

they only know they are meant to be together. So they exist happily together.

(Zuben: I would like to know which ocean people go to fish this sort of cheesy

jagbajantis)

Zhengqing’s heart eased a bit. Yin

Ting words encouraged him. There was no need to worry about the future, because

one does not know what will happen. Better to enjoy the present happiness; that

was most important. The regained his focus, and returned to work in earnest. He

fell so deeply into it, he was not aware of the time until his phone started to

be noisy.

He looked at it. It was his alarm:

Six thirty!

He nearly fainted in fear, that Yin

Ting had not called him to remind him about leaving work on time (Zuben: test)

He still has a doc.u.ment in hand, he

quickly read through it and dealt with it. At six thirty three, he phoned Yin

Ting.

‘Are you leaving work?’

‘Um,’ he said as he packed up and

left his office. He secretly congratulated himself for the foresight to set the

alarm.

‘I’m at your house playing with

Miao-dada,’

‘Good. I’ll be there soon.’

Nine minutes past seve, Zhengqing

arrived home and rang his doorbell (Zuben: This is getting old). She opened the

door with a big smile on her face,

‘You’re back,’ she said excitedly.

Those words made him really happy.

Later in the evening, while they

were watching TV, she said, ‘You pa.s.sed the test.’ (Zuben: ¬.¬)

‘Test?’

‘Right. There was prize if you

pa.s.sed and a punishment if you failed. This is a management approach; didn’t

you know this Qiu Zong?’

Ah so his future wife has been

testing him. Good thing he had the alarm clock.

‘What was the prize?’ he asked

Yin Ting gave him a lingering kiss.

‘And the punishment?’

‘I would not have come tomorrow.’

‘How ruthless,’ He said in protest.

‘Well I have lots of friends to

see. Some I can see regularly, but some I can only meet once in a while because

of various things. If you’re too busy with work, I would just hang out with

them. If you can’t adjust your work time, it is fine if we don’t meet daily.

Being late means we don’t meet up for two days. If your performance is not

good, you’re not serious, and you will be punished. I don’t want us to be like

one of those couples that never see each other because my boyfriend can’t make

more effort not to be working all the time. That is why I am being ruthless.’

Zhengqing was speechless, but he could

not refute because she made some sense (Zuben: It makes sense to me, but I still

have this great urge to put two middle fingers up and say f.u.c.k you b.i.t.c.h!)

‘Fortunately, you did well so it

shows that you care,’ (Zuben: She said more stuff, but I am het up so so it didn’t

make sense. I’ll deal with that later.)

Zhengqing was speechless (Zuben: As

he has come to be of late) he now Yin Ting’s mother was a talented business

woman (Zuben: f.u.c.k the wha?!), because Yin Ting was also shrewd. But she did

not expend her shrewdness on business; she used it to manage him.

‘If you didn’t care then it’s no

problem. You have only yourself to blame if we break up. You don’t have to

comply with our agreement.’

‘I will comply. I don’t want to

break up.’ He said, (Zuben: it’s been three days!)

‘Very good,’ she said sweetly.

Zhenqing now realised; his angel

has a devilish side.

 Zuben:  

Personally, I would have preferred that coming

home early was something he naturally began to realise himself, than her laying

down the law. He does seem like he would have the propensity to be careless

about it, but I’d screech mentally if someone started dictating my day. But I

guess that is just me and it ain’t my story. And if he’s okay with it, who am I

to complain?

I tried to do a quick read through, but I just could not. Maybe when my 'anti-romance pimple inducing' hormone c.o.c.ktail is not at play, I will come down and fix any errors. I just can't read it again right now. 

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