Chapter 49
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Chapter 49: Filial Piety vs Love
hengqing put Yin Ting’s diary away carefully. He decided to go shopping for craft supplies with Yin Tin in the New Year, so she could teach him and they could make entries together.He did not have the time or mind to do these kinds of romantic things, but he could cherish what she did.Beautiful things were easy to forget. That was indeed true.Zhengqing thought of his past and realised he could only remember pain. He remembered his first year of college, it had been a cold winter, he did not have a warm jacket. There were no lights in the dormitories and the faculty buildings were also locked. (Zuben: This makes no sense.) He could only run up and try and warm up under the street lamp then run back to his dorm, he ran many laps that winter. At the end of that year, he succeeded in getting a scholarship, he was joyous. He still remembered the looks of derision he got from his classmates; they despised him for being poor and rustic.There were many details he did not remember. He only remembered the hardship - success; to be successful – one had to endure hardships.“There was no end to success, like happiness,” Xiaoting had said this. She was right, there was no end. He was getting happier; he had a career and he had her.The next day; the 30th, went blandly past. There was work, meetings, more work, more meetings. Because he wasn’t seeingYin Ting he worked overtime. If he could do more work, then he would be free over the New Year break to spend as much time with Xiaoting as he could. They would go to the cemetery one day, shopping the next and spend all day at home the last.Yin ting called him that evening to tell him where the party was. She asked if he was working overtime. He said yes, and told her to be careful on her way. She agreed then rang off.Later on that evening, Zhengqing was finishing is dinner when there was a text from Yin Ting, she was checking in and asked him if he’d had dinner, told him not to work too late. Zhengqing text back to ask how the party was going, and if she would like him to pick her up after?She text back telling him they were going to karaoke and a friend was going to take her home. No need for him to pick her up.At ten thirty, Zhengqing was at home playing with Miao-dada while he sent a text to ask if she was home,She called back, ‘Reporting to Qiu, I just arrived home very safely.’Zhengqing laughed and they talked about their plans for the holidays. He asked her to come round to his early, she told him she would be waiting for him.Zhengqing was very happy and his sleep was sweet.The next day while at work there was an email from Xiaoting, he opened it to see it was a picture of an entry in their diary. It was a drawing of a cell phone and a man and woman holding each other’s hands and smiling. She wrote: Today we didn’t meet, I was meeting with friends and you worked overtime, but I called you twice and sent two text messages. You sent me two text messages. We are concerned about each other, I am very happy. (Zuben: rolls her eyes right out of her head)In the main body of the email, “This is number seven of my contribution.”Zhengqing laughed, he was being brainwashed by her. Before he would have felt this was a boring waste of time, now he thought it was cute, he likes her being cute. Zhengqing called her,‘You slept late last night,’ he said. The time stamp on the email said 12:03.‘Not too late,’ she replied mock-indignantly.‘You have seven copies of the draft. This is not good; you must bring my copies tonight.’She laughed, ‘Yes, I will put yours in my bag.’Zhengqing laughed, and said, ‘Tomorrow, we’ll go shopping for supplies, we don’t have to wait for a year, we can start binding it now. You’re responsible for writing; I will learn how to bind. We will get what we need for that.’ He paused for a bit then asked, ‘Or have you got everything you want?’‘No I don’t have everything,’ Yin Tins said pleasantly surprised, ‘You really want to do it together?’‘Yes. We can finish the title page together,’ Zhengqing could imagine the look of the cover, ‘there won’t be any ready-made anyway. And in one year, we’ll put it all together,’‘Woohoo, this will be fun. Readymade does not have meaning. I am so happy that you are willing to help. Something to do together. I’ve collected a lot of books on creating covers and bindings. Tomorrow we’ll go and get some leather, cloth, hard paper, glue…’ (Zuben: Somehow I think y’all are underestimating the work that goes into these things.)‘Cloth…?’‘So you can make a cover for the hard back,’‘Leather?’ Black lines hung over Zhengqing. He had been too impulsive in volunteering.‘Of course! Must make it very nice. It’s our first love diary. I will show you a sample. Of course it has to be a beautiful formal cover. You said you’d help, are you backing out now?’‘Ah…’ He said as he wondered if ‘refuelling’ could be considered helping. Hand her tea or a cup of water; that could be considered helping right? He said instead, ‘Let’s meet tonight. I will finish work quickly. The next few days would be free; we can do lots of things together. I have plans.’Yin Ting was quiet few seconds then said in a small voice, ‘Don’t you think your words are a bit coloured?’Zhengqing expression grew heavy, ‘What is coloured about what I just said? Miss Yin Ting, what are you thinking of in your head? My words are very normal. You’re the one twisting my words. Your thinking is unexpectedly crooked. What colour?’Yin Ting blushed and bit her lips, ‘In any case it is coloured,’‘I should have said something worthy of this yellow coloured evaluation.’Yin Ting face went more red, ‘Don’t say that so loud. It is rude to a girl.’ (Zuben: Who started this train of conversation again…?)‘No one told me I was being loud, do you think the people eavesdropping would find it funny?’‘Ahem, a girl can say it but not boys,’ Yin Ting said charmingly prudish,‘I am not a boy, I am a man.’ Zhengqing announced.There was silence over the telephone, and then Yin Ting said, ‘This is very coloured.’‘Miss Yin Ting, what are your intentions?’Yin Ting laughed, ‘I’ll stop bothering you, work hard. See you this evening.’‘Hm, see you later.’Zhengqing tried to calm down after the call, and thought of seeing her that evening; those words were also coloured. This trouble-maker sexually harassing him! Did she think that he wasn’t thinking of her that way? He was very yellow, the thought of seeing her that evening was getting him excited. They hadn’t met for a few days, he really wanted to kiss her!For the first time, Zhengqing was looking forward to the holidays. (Zuben: The higher the anticipation, the greater the disappointment)He worked efficiently that day. The progress of his colleagues were very good as well, he felt there would be no problems finishing on time today. At around four, there was a phone call, it was Yin Ting. He saw her name on the caller ID and laughed,He picked up, ‘Don’t worry; I will be finished on time today.’ He said in greeting.Yin Tings voice was sad, as she explained; ‘My father just announced we are going to our home town. Taking advantage of the New Year holidays to see relatives and old friends, I have to go with him,’ (Zuben: So predictable…)Zhengqing could not laugh, ‘Why not during the Spring Festival? Isn’t that when people go home?’‘I don’t know. He just said he wanted to go suddenly, and got his secretary to buy tickets for him and me. I must get packing now, the train leaves at 7Pm to arrive at 7AM,’Zhengqing wasn’t very happy, (Zuben: I don’t blame you), ‘Why so suddenly? Couldn’t you talk to him about it? Didn’t he just come out from the hospital; is he okay enough to be travelling on such a long journey? What is so important that can’t wait till the Spring Festival?!’‘Don’t be angry. My father is somewhat wilful. He wants to go to our hometown, I have to go with him, or I would be worried.’‘When are you coming back?’‘Not for a few days…’What did that mean? How many days? Did it mean that their New Year’s plans were cancelled? Zhengqing was furious, ‘Couldn’t someone else go with him?’‘I am his daughter,’ Yin Ting said firmly but gently. Yes, she was his daughter; this was the most powerful reason. She works at the printing company to accompany him, he goes on a trip she must go with him. She was a filial child.Zhengqing knew that nothing he could say would sound good. She was right, but he was so very disappointed, ‘Have a safe trip,’ he said unhappily. She had to go; she had no need for his permission.‘Don’t be like this,’ she said trying to cajole him, ‘You must think of the advantages.’‘What advantages?’ He could not think of any. (Zuben: Yes, Tingting what advantages?)‘The advantage is; absence makes the heart grow fonder,’ (Zuben: BS)‘Right…’ he replied coldly.‘…I am practising how to look after you with my father. When the time comes, I will also favour you,’‘I wouldn’t be so wilful,’ Zhengqing said grumpily. He knew that his daughter would have plans with her new boyfriend, who was taken vacation with great difficulty, but still went and made them go on a long trip to their home town. (Zuben: I’m sure you’ll think of other ways to torture your daughter’s boyfriend)‘It doesn’t matter, the elderly are wilful, and it is funny.’‘I don’t feel like it is fun at all.’ Zhengqing said angrily. She did sound like she was disappointed at all.‘You see, you’re like that now,’‘I am not. If I was in a temper, I would have hung up the phone.’ He said angrily.Yin Ting went quiet, ‘We shouldn’t quarrel over this,’ she said softly, ‘This is a small thing. My father is older; there is not much we can do. He wants to go; I have to go with him. I am lucky to have time to go to places with him.’‘Are you referring to me?’ Zhengqing said feeling prickled. He tried desperately to succeed, to build his career, and the result was that his mother died and he did not have the chance to go with her on her last trip. His heart has always been pained by this, and he’d always felt guilty. Even though, their remains resided in one of the best cemeteries and he bought the big house he promised her; the scar was still raw, ‘I am not like you; I did not accompany my mother.’Yin Ting was stunned, she got upset and stammered as she said, ‘I am not talking about you, you don’t have to condemn me. I am accompanying my dad back home. I will call you in a few days.’She hung up.Yesterday, they couldn’t think of what they could argue about and today they were arguing. (Zuben: Cos y’all a pair of idiots, but hey…)Small things could move them and small thing could make them fight. With Zhengqing’s temper, he would be the same as her father. (Zuben: They do say girls fall for men like their fathers)‘What is the matter?’ Guohao asked when he saw his daughter’s sad face, ‘Have you spoken with your boyfriend? Did he get angry?’Yin Ting shook her head, ‘No he was very good, and told me to have a good time. He wants to meet you soon.’ She said. She was going to take this opportunity to act spoilt so Zhengqing get the opportunity to meet her father.Guohao smiled, noncommittal, and led her to the waiting car. Good temper? He has heard the Qiu Zhengqing was a man that was vigorous and resolute. He was said to be unyielding. He was merciless in business, and once caused a director who was a distant relative to have no recourse but to resign.Does this man sound like someone who had a good temperament? Was he, Yin Guohao, a child? (Zuben: Anyone would be angry if their plans are suddenly dashed against the rocks of filial piety)
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Chapter 49: Filial Piety vs Love
hengqing put Yin Ting’s diary away carefully. He decided to go shopping for craft supplies with Yin Tin in the New Year, so she could teach him and they could make entries together.He did not have the time or mind to do these kinds of romantic things, but he could cherish what she did.Beautiful things were easy to forget. That was indeed true.Zhengqing thought of his past and realised he could only remember pain. He remembered his first year of college, it had been a cold winter, he did not have a warm jacket. There were no lights in the dormitories and the faculty buildings were also locked. (Zuben: This makes no sense.) He could only run up and try and warm up under the street lamp then run back to his dorm, he ran many laps that winter. At the end of that year, he succeeded in getting a scholarship, he was joyous. He still remembered the looks of derision he got from his classmates; they despised him for being poor and rustic.There were many details he did not remember. He only remembered the hardship - success; to be successful – one had to endure hardships.“There was no end to success, like happiness,” Xiaoting had said this. She was right, there was no end. He was getting happier; he had a career and he had her.The next day; the 30th, went blandly past. There was work, meetings, more work, more meetings. Because he wasn’t seeingYin Ting he worked overtime. If he could do more work, then he would be free over the New Year break to spend as much time with Xiaoting as he could. They would go to the cemetery one day, shopping the next and spend all day at home the last.Yin ting called him that evening to tell him where the party was. She asked if he was working overtime. He said yes, and told her to be careful on her way. She agreed then rang off.Later on that evening, Zhengqing was finishing is dinner when there was a text from Yin Ting, she was checking in and asked him if he’d had dinner, told him not to work too late. Zhengqing text back to ask how the party was going, and if she would like him to pick her up after?She text back telling him they were going to karaoke and a friend was going to take her home. No need for him to pick her up.At ten thirty, Zhengqing was at home playing with Miao-dada while he sent a text to ask if she was home,She called back, ‘Reporting to Qiu, I just arrived home very safely.’Zhengqing laughed and they talked about their plans for the holidays. He asked her to come round to his early, she told him she would be waiting for him.Zhengqing was very happy and his sleep was sweet.The next day while at work there was an email from Xiaoting, he opened it to see it was a picture of an entry in their diary. It was a drawing of a cell phone and a man and woman holding each other’s hands and smiling. She wrote: Today we didn’t meet, I was meeting with friends and you worked overtime, but I called you twice and sent two text messages. You sent me two text messages. We are concerned about each other, I am very happy. (Zuben: rolls her eyes right out of her head)In the main body of the email, “This is number seven of my contribution.”Zhengqing laughed, he was being brainwashed by her. Before he would have felt this was a boring waste of time, now he thought it was cute, he likes her being cute. Zhengqing called her,‘You slept late last night,’ he said. The time stamp on the email said 12:03.‘Not too late,’ she replied mock-indignantly.‘You have seven copies of the draft. This is not good; you must bring my copies tonight.’She laughed, ‘Yes, I will put yours in my bag.’Zhengqing laughed, and said, ‘Tomorrow, we’ll go shopping for supplies, we don’t have to wait for a year, we can start binding it now. You’re responsible for writing; I will learn how to bind. We will get what we need for that.’ He paused for a bit then asked, ‘Or have you got everything you want?’‘No I don’t have everything,’ Yin Tins said pleasantly surprised, ‘You really want to do it together?’‘Yes. We can finish the title page together,’ Zhengqing could imagine the look of the cover, ‘there won’t be any ready-made anyway. And in one year, we’ll put it all together,’‘Woohoo, this will be fun. Readymade does not have meaning. I am so happy that you are willing to help. Something to do together. I’ve collected a lot of books on creating covers and bindings. Tomorrow we’ll go and get some leather, cloth, hard paper, glue…’ (Zuben: Somehow I think y’all are underestimating the work that goes into these things.)‘Cloth…?’‘So you can make a cover for the hard back,’‘Leather?’ Black lines hung over Zhengqing. He had been too impulsive in volunteering.‘Of course! Must make it very nice. It’s our first love diary. I will show you a sample. Of course it has to be a beautiful formal cover. You said you’d help, are you backing out now?’‘Ah…’ He said as he wondered if ‘refuelling’ could be considered helping. Hand her tea or a cup of water; that could be considered helping right? He said instead, ‘Let’s meet tonight. I will finish work quickly. The next few days would be free; we can do lots of things together. I have plans.’Yin Ting was quiet few seconds then said in a small voice, ‘Don’t you think your words are a bit coloured?’Zhengqing expression grew heavy, ‘What is coloured about what I just said? Miss Yin Ting, what are you thinking of in your head? My words are very normal. You’re the one twisting my words. Your thinking is unexpectedly crooked. What colour?’Yin Ting blushed and bit her lips, ‘In any case it is coloured,’‘I should have said something worthy of this yellow coloured evaluation.’Yin Ting face went more red, ‘Don’t say that so loud. It is rude to a girl.’ (Zuben: Who started this train of conversation again…?)‘No one told me I was being loud, do you think the people eavesdropping would find it funny?’‘Ahem, a girl can say it but not boys,’ Yin Ting said charmingly prudish,‘I am not a boy, I am a man.’ Zhengqing announced.There was silence over the telephone, and then Yin Ting said, ‘This is very coloured.’‘Miss Yin Ting, what are your intentions?’Yin Ting laughed, ‘I’ll stop bothering you, work hard. See you this evening.’‘Hm, see you later.’Zhengqing tried to calm down after the call, and thought of seeing her that evening; those words were also coloured. This trouble-maker sexually harassing him! Did she think that he wasn’t thinking of her that way? He was very yellow, the thought of seeing her that evening was getting him excited. They hadn’t met for a few days, he really wanted to kiss her!For the first time, Zhengqing was looking forward to the holidays. (Zuben: The higher the anticipation, the greater the disappointment)He worked efficiently that day. The progress of his colleagues were very good as well, he felt there would be no problems finishing on time today. At around four, there was a phone call, it was Yin Ting. He saw her name on the caller ID and laughed,He picked up, ‘Don’t worry; I will be finished on time today.’ He said in greeting.Yin Tings voice was sad, as she explained; ‘My father just announced we are going to our home town. Taking advantage of the New Year holidays to see relatives and old friends, I have to go with him,’ (Zuben: So predictable…)Zhengqing could not laugh, ‘Why not during the Spring Festival? Isn’t that when people go home?’‘I don’t know. He just said he wanted to go suddenly, and got his secretary to buy tickets for him and me. I must get packing now, the train leaves at 7Pm to arrive at 7AM,’Zhengqing wasn’t very happy, (Zuben: I don’t blame you), ‘Why so suddenly? Couldn’t you talk to him about it? Didn’t he just come out from the hospital; is he okay enough to be travelling on such a long journey? What is so important that can’t wait till the Spring Festival?!’‘Don’t be angry. My father is somewhat wilful. He wants to go to our hometown, I have to go with him, or I would be worried.’‘When are you coming back?’‘Not for a few days…’What did that mean? How many days? Did it mean that their New Year’s plans were cancelled? Zhengqing was furious, ‘Couldn’t someone else go with him?’‘I am his daughter,’ Yin Ting said firmly but gently. Yes, she was his daughter; this was the most powerful reason. She works at the printing company to accompany him, he goes on a trip she must go with him. She was a filial child.Zhengqing knew that nothing he could say would sound good. She was right, but he was so very disappointed, ‘Have a safe trip,’ he said unhappily. She had to go; she had no need for his permission.‘Don’t be like this,’ she said trying to cajole him, ‘You must think of the advantages.’‘What advantages?’ He could not think of any. (Zuben: Yes, Tingting what advantages?)‘The advantage is; absence makes the heart grow fonder,’ (Zuben: BS)‘Right…’ he replied coldly.‘…I am practising how to look after you with my father. When the time comes, I will also favour you,’‘I wouldn’t be so wilful,’ Zhengqing said grumpily. He knew that his daughter would have plans with her new boyfriend, who was taken vacation with great difficulty, but still went and made them go on a long trip to their home town. (Zuben: I’m sure you’ll think of other ways to torture your daughter’s boyfriend)‘It doesn’t matter, the elderly are wilful, and it is funny.’‘I don’t feel like it is fun at all.’ Zhengqing said angrily. She did sound like she was disappointed at all.‘You see, you’re like that now,’‘I am not. If I was in a temper, I would have hung up the phone.’ He said angrily.Yin Ting went quiet, ‘We shouldn’t quarrel over this,’ she said softly, ‘This is a small thing. My father is older; there is not much we can do. He wants to go; I have to go with him. I am lucky to have time to go to places with him.’‘Are you referring to me?’ Zhengqing said feeling prickled. He tried desperately to succeed, to build his career, and the result was that his mother died and he did not have the chance to go with her on her last trip. His heart has always been pained by this, and he’d always felt guilty. Even though, their remains resided in one of the best cemeteries and he bought the big house he promised her; the scar was still raw, ‘I am not like you; I did not accompany my mother.’Yin Ting was stunned, she got upset and stammered as she said, ‘I am not talking about you, you don’t have to condemn me. I am accompanying my dad back home. I will call you in a few days.’She hung up.Yesterday, they couldn’t think of what they could argue about and today they were arguing. (Zuben: Cos y’all a pair of idiots, but hey…)Small things could move them and small thing could make them fight. With Zhengqing’s temper, he would be the same as her father. (Zuben: They do say girls fall for men like their fathers)‘What is the matter?’ Guohao asked when he saw his daughter’s sad face, ‘Have you spoken with your boyfriend? Did he get angry?’Yin Ting shook her head, ‘No he was very good, and told me to have a good time. He wants to meet you soon.’ She said. She was going to take this opportunity to act spoilt so Zhengqing get the opportunity to meet her father.Guohao smiled, noncommittal, and led her to the waiting car. Good temper? He has heard the Qiu Zhengqing was a man that was vigorous and resolute. He was said to be unyielding. He was merciless in business, and once caused a director who was a distant relative to have no recourse but to resign.Does this man sound like someone who had a good temperament? Was he, Yin Guohao, a child? (Zuben: Anyone would be angry if their plans are suddenly dashed against the rocks of filial piety)
Chapter 49: Filial Piety vs LoveZhengqing put Yin Ting's diary away carefully. He decided to go shopping for craft supplies with Yin Tin in the New Year, so she could teach him and they could make entries together.He did not have the time or mind to do these kinds of romantic things, but he could cherish what she did.Beautiful things were easy to forget. That was indeed true.Zhengqing thought of his past and realised he could only remember pain. He remembered his first year of college, it had been a cold winter, he did not have a warm jacket. There were no lights in the dormitories and the faculty buildings were also locked. Zuben: This makes no sense. He could only run up and try and warm up under the street lamp then run back to his dorm, he ran many laps that winter. At the end of that year, he succeeded in getting a scholarship, he was joyous. He still remembered the looks of derision he got from his classmates; they despised him for being poor and rustic.There were many details he did not remember. He only remembered the hardship - success; to be successful one had to endure hardships.There was no end to success, like happiness, Xiaoting had said this. She was right, there was no end. He was getting happier; he had a career and he had her.The next day; the 30th, went blandly past. There was work, meetings, more work, more meetings. Because he wasn't seeingYin Ting he worked overtime. If he could do more work, then he would be free over the New Year break to spend as much time with Xiaoting as he could. They would go to the cemetery one day, shopping the next and spend all day at home the last.Yin ting called him that evening to tell him where the party was. She asked if he was working overtime. He said yes, and told her to be careful on her way. She agreed then rang off.Later on that evening, Zhengqing was finishing is dinner when there was a text from Yin Ting, she was checking in and asked him if he'd had dinner, told him not to work too late. Zhengqing text back to ask how the party was going, and if she would like him to pick her up after?She text back telling him they were going to karaoke and a friend was going to take her home. No need for him to pick her up.At ten thirty, Zhengqing was at home playing with Miao-dada while he sent a text to ask if she was home,She called back, Reporting to Qiu, I just arrived home very safely.'Zhengqing laughed and they talked about their plans for the holidays. He asked her to come round to his early, she told him she would be waiting for him.Zhengqing was very happy and his sleep was sweet.The next day while at work there was an email from Xiaoting, he opened it to see it was a picture of an entry in their diary. It was a drawing of a cell phone and a man and woman holding each other's hands and smiling. She wrote: Today we didn't meet, I was meeting with friends and you worked overtime, but I called you twice and sent two text messages. You sent me two text messages. We are concerned about each other, I am very happy. Zuben: rolls her eyes right out of her headIn the main body of the email, This is number seven of my contribution.Zhengqing laughed, he was being brainwashed by her. Before he would have felt this was a boring waste of time, now he thought it was cute, he likes her being cute. Zhengqing called her,You slept late last night,' he said. The time stamp on the email said 12:03.Not too late,' she replied mock-indignantly.You have seven copies of the draft. This is not good; you must bring my copies tonight.'She laughed, Yes, I will put yours in my bag.'Zhengqing laughed, and said, Tomorrow, we'll go shopping for supplies, we don't have to wait for a year, we can start binding it now. You're responsible for writing; I will learn how to bind. We will get what we need for that.' He paused for a bit then asked, Or have you got everything you want?'No I don't have everything,' Yin Tins said pleasantly surprised, You really want to do it together?'Yes. We can finish the title page together,' Zhengqing could imagine the look of the cover, there won't be any ready-made anyway. And in one year, we'll put it all together,'Woohoo, this will be fun. Readymade does not have meaning. I am so happy that you are willing to help. Something to do together. I've collected a lot of books on creating covers and bindings. Tomorrow we'll go and get some leather, cloth, hard paper, glue' Zuben: Somehow I think y'all are underestimating the work that goes into these things.Cloth?'So you can make a cover for the hard back,'Leather?' Black lines hung over Zhengqing. He had been too impulsive in volunteering.Of course! Must make it very nice. It's our first love diary. I will show you a sample. Of course it has to be a beautiful formal cover. You said you'd help, are you backing out now?'Ah' He said as he wondered if refuelling' could be considered helping. Hand her tea or a cup of water; that could be considered helping right? He said instead, Let's meet tonight. I will finish work quickly. The next few days would be free; we can do lots of things together. I have plans.'Yin Ting was quiet few seconds then said in a small voice, Don't you think your words are a bit coloured?'Zhengqing expression grew heavy, What is coloured about what I just said? Miss Yin Ting, what are you thinking of in your head? My words are very normal. You're the one twisting my words. Your thinking is unexpectedly crooked. What colour?'Yin Ting blushed and bit her lips, In any case it is coloured,'I should have said something worthy of this yellow coloured evaluation.'Yin Ting face went more red, Don't say that so loud. It is rude to a girl.' Zuben: Who started this train of conversation again?No one told me I was being loud, do you think the people eavesdropping would find it funny?'Ahem, a girl can say it but not boys,' Yin Ting said charmingly prudish,I am not a boy, I am a man.' Zhengqing announced.There was silence over the telephone, and then Yin Ting said, This is very coloured.'Miss Yin Ting, what are your intentions?'Yin Ting laughed, I'll stop bothering you, work hard. See you this evening.'Hm, see you later.'Zhengqing tried to calm down after the call, and thought of seeing her that evening; those words were also coloured. This trouble-maker sexually harassing him! Did she think that he wasn't thinking of her that way? He was very yellow, the thought of seeing her that evening was getting him excited. They hadn't met for a few days, he really wanted to kiss her!For the first time, Zhengqing was looking forward to the holidays. Zuben: The higher the anticipation, the greater the disappointmentHe worked efficiently that day. The progress of his colleagues were very good as well, he felt there would be no problems finishing on time today. At around four, there was a phone call, it was Yin Ting. He saw her name on the caller ID and laughed,He picked up, Don't worry; I will be finished on time today.' He said in greeting.Yin Tings voice was sad, as she explained; My father just announced we are going to our home town. Taking advantage of the New Year holidays to see relatives and old friends, I have to go with him,' Zuben: So predictableZhengqing could not laugh, Why not during the Spring Festival? Isn't that when people go home?'I don't know. He just said he wanted to go suddenly, and got his secretary to buy tickets for him and me. I must get packing now, the train leaves at 7Pm to arrive at 7AM,'Zhengqing wasn't very happy, Zuben: I don't blame you, Why so suddenly? Couldn't you talk to him about it? Didn't he just come out from the hospital; is he okay enough to be travelling on such a long journey? What is so important that can't wait till the Spring Festival?!'Don't be angry. My father is somewhat wilful. He wants to go to our hometown, I have to go with him, or I would be worried.'When are you coming back?'Not for a few days'What did that mean? How many days? Did it mean that their New Year's plans were cancelled? Zhengqing was furious, Couldn't someone else go with him?'I am his daughter,' Yin Ting said firmly but gently. Yes, she was his daughter; this was the most powerful reason. She works at the printing company to accompany him, he goes on a trip she must go with him. She was a filial child.Zhengqing knew that nothing he could say would sound good. She was right, but he was so very disappointed, Have a safe trip,' he said unhappily. She had to go; she had no need for his permission.Don't be like this,' she said trying to cajole him, You must think of the advantages.'What advantages?' He could not think of any. Zuben: Yes, Tingting what advantages?The advantage is; absence makes the heart grow fonder,' Zuben: BSRight' he replied coldly.I am practising how to look after you with my father. When the time comes, I will also favour you,'I wouldn't be so wilful,' Zhengqing said grumpily. He knew that his daughter would have plans with her new boyfriend, who was taken vacation with great difficulty, but still went and made them go on a long trip to their home town. Zuben: I'm sure you'll think of other ways to torture your daughter's boyfriendIt doesn't matter, the elderly are wilful, and it is funny.'I don't feel like it is fun at all.' Zhengqing said angrily. She did sound like she was disappointed at all.You see, you're like that now,'I am not. If I was in a temper, I would have hung up the phone.' He said angrily.Yin Ting went quiet, We shouldn't quarrel over this,' she said softly, This is a small thing. My father is older; there is not much we can do. He wants to go; I have to go with him. I am lucky to have time to go to places with him.'Are you referring to me?' Zhengqing said feeling prickled. He tried desperately to succeed, to build his career, and the result was that his mother died and he did not have the chance to go with her on her last trip. His heart has always been pained by this, and he'd always felt guilty. Even though, their remains resided in one of the best cemeteries and he bought the big house he promised her; the scar was still raw, I am not like you; I did not accompany my mother.'Yin Ting was stunned, she got upset and stammered as she said, I am not talking about you, you don't have to condemn me. I am accompanying my dad back home. I will call you in a few days.'She hung up.Yesterday, they couldn't think of what they could argue about and today they were arguing. Zuben: Cos y'all a pair of idiots, but heySmall things could move them and small thing could make them fight. With Zhengqing's temper, he would be the same as her father. Zuben: They do say girls fall for men like their fathersWhat is the matter?' Guohao asked when he saw his daughter's sad face, Have you spoken with your boyfriend? Did he get angry?'Yin Ting shook her head, No he was very good, and told me to have a good time. He wants to meet you soon.' She said. She was going to take this opportunity to act spoilt so Zhengqing get the opportunity to meet her father.Guohao smiled, noncommittal, and led her to the waiting car. Good temper? He has heard the Qiu Zhengqing was a man that was vigorous and resolute. He was said to be unyielding. He was merciless in business, and once caused a director who was a distant relative to have no recourse but to resign.Does this man sound like someone who had a good temperament? Was he, Yin Guohao, a child? Zuben: Anyone would be angry if their plans are suddenly dashed against the rocks of filial piety
