Ch43

                                    

                                          
It was late when Zhengqing finally brought Yin Ting home. They hadn’t gone anywhere else, they just sat in the parking lot starring at each other, giggling and kissing.
                          
Zhengqing was of the mind that a kiss was a very good thing; sweet, pleasant and intimate. When he kissed Yin Ting, she blushed and her eyes twinkled, her lips were soft and supple, and her every reaction told him that she liked him and she liked his kisses.
                          
This filled him with self-satisfaction and contentment. (Zuben: You haven’t done anything yet)
                          
He was glad that he had spent his thirty-three years, working hard and had had no time to care for himself, otherwise he would be married with children and would never met have her. He was thankful for her broken bicycle, although, that day was rather embarrassing, but it brought into his life the kind angel who gave him a red thread of love. (Zuben: Urgh)                               
                          
He felt the hand of fate, that red thread was really magical. He was grateful. 
                          
But Time was a really repugnant fellow. It was already eleven, and he really needed to get her home, and he also had work tomorrow.
                          
The car drove up to Yin Ting street entrance, but she could not bear to leave, she said to him,
                          
‘When you get back home, give me a call. Let me know you’ve got home safe,’ (Zuben: I’ve just got a boyfriend. I don’t want him to die!)
                          
‘Very well,’
                          
‘Before I come to get you tomorrow, I’ll give you a call, so you can let me know beforehand if you’re too busy. Also, you need to take a break between, don’t stare at the computer screen too long. Drink lots of water, have a good lunch…’ (Zuben: Yada yada yada…)
                          
‘Yes,’ Zhengqing could not help but laugh.
                          
‘Why are you laughing?’ she asked blushing, but she was still reluctant to go. This was their first date, it felt so short. It was already time to part.
                          
‘Because, you’re not acting like a girlfriend,’
                          
Yin Ting stared at him, ‘Don’t you dare say mother!’ (Zuben: Well…)
                          
‘You’re acting like a wife,’
                          
‘...’ Yin Ting suddenly lost momentum and her face bloomed red.
                          
‘Your area is really nice, ah.’ He said changing the subject.
                          
‘My Mother chose the area, and the style of house, and the decor, but she didn’t live long enough to see my Dad buy it.’
                          
‘I should visit one of these days. Why don’t we take a walk for now?’
                          
Yin Ting laughed and nodded. So he could not bear to leave either, she thought as she happily led him to the park.
                          
They strolled around the pond and rockery, and down a tree lined path. She told him this was here she fed Miao-dada, she’d put out a bowl for the cat which it came to everyday. She led him to a small hill, near which, was a small woodland, where she found Miao-dada.
                          
‘I held onto my confidence and didn’t give up on him.’ She blinked and looked at Zhengqing. It had been like looking for a boyfriend, she refused to give up. When one relationship did not work out, she looked to the next, thinking surely she would soon find her happiness. Sure enough, through lots of twists and turns, she was with someone who made her happy. (Zuben: Lud!)