I Don't Like The World, I Only Like You

Chapter 12: The Good Times In Life Part 1-7

Chapter 12: The Good Times In Life Part 1-7

001

As I had been promoted this year, I had to go overseas frequently for work purposes. As a result, more often than not, by the time I arrived home, Mr. F would already be gone, whereas the moment he arrived home, I’d have already left. The longest period of time both of us spent without seeing each other was two entire months.

One night, after being caught in a meeting till 11PM, I felt a sudden urge to call him.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m having a meeting, what about you?”

“I just had a meeting too.”

Ah, I’m totally at ease – we’re a couple too busy to engage in extramarital affairs.

002

I was about to go on another extended work trip overseas. Before I left, I hugged Mr. F and wailed, “I, the Emperor, am due to personally lead the army down South this time, with no clear sign of return at present. My dearest concubine, hurry and give your Emperor a kiss!”

He rolled over lazily, and replied without even opening his eyes, “Stop acting, and remember to call me when you reach.”

“Oh, okay.” I hopped off the bed resentfully, and grabbed my luggage.

Just then, he suddenly spoke up, “Is the Emperor still here?”

“Here here here! I’m still here!”

“Bring the rubbish along on your way down.”

……

003

As the team I was assigned to had a sudden change in plans, the business trip that was originally meant to last for two weeks had morphed into one with no definite return date. When Mr. F learnt about the new changes, he was extremely unhappy, and launched into a series of complaints over the mobile phone. At that time, I was tremendously busy with my work; thus, I started squabbling with him, and angrily accused him of being inconsiderate of my feelings.

“You didn’t consider my feelings either!” He remarked before continuing quietly, “I miss you.”

I nearly cried on the spot.

004

My company dispatched a secretary to me; the young lady had just graduated, was reliable, and filled with youthful vigor. Both of us managed to get along quite well.

One day, she asked me, “Older sister, why did you marry at such a young age?”

“Well, since I met a compatible partner, I decided to marry.”

“But how were you able to tell that your husband would be the most suitable person for you?”

I thought over it before responding, “Let’s say we disregard our relationship – I’m not your immediate superior, and you’re not my subordinate – in such a situation, what do you actually think about me?”

“Well, you’re capable, experienced, professional, great at what you do, and the key thing is, your personality is super nice.”

I replied, “But my husband doesn’t think that way – in his eyes, I’m childish, na?ve, clumsy, and am forever unable to grow up.”

“He totally doesn’t understand you!”

“That’s not true,” I smiled, my eyes crinkling in the process, “He is the one who knows me best.”

At night, I called Mr. F as per my usual routine. Upon recalling the conversation I had with my secretary, I decided to raise the issue with him, “Why did you decide to marry me so early?”

“A long night is fraught with dreams – undue delay may give rise to numerous hitches. Thus, it’s best to save effort by simply eating you into my stomach as soon as possible.”

Me: “…”

005

The night before I was due to return home, Mr. F called me, voluntarily confessing his crime, “I accidentally knocked over your nail polish just now.”

“And then?” I asked him warily.

“Then I poured a bottle of nail remover on the floor to remove the polish.”

“You only dirtied the floor?”

He remained silent for a while before saying in an extremely small voice, “Your favourite necklace as well.”

……. I was so angry I nearly fainted, “Why did you suddenly decide to touch my bottles of nail polish??”

He retorted righteously, “I was conducting military training for them, when nail polish student fainted due to his weak constitution……”

006

I met an extremely unreliable co-operation partner at work who called off our meeting at the very last minute. Unaware of the cancellation, I attempted to drag my luggage to the airport at 12 AM in the morning in order to return in time for the meeting. However, due to the heavy rain, there were no cabs to be seen and I was reduced to trampling in the rain for an entire two hours before Mr. F called to deliver the news of the cancellation.

When I received Mr. F’s call, I furiously declared my intention to quit my job. He didn’t say anything in response, and simply helped me to purchase a return ticket to Beijing. I managed to catch some sleep on the plane, and after thinking over the matter, I realized that it wasn’t as big a deal as I had initially thought.

When Mr. F came to pick me up from the airport, he asked me, “Have you written your resignation letter?”

Embarrassed, I replied, “Well… after thinking about it, I don’t feel like resigning anymore.”

“Oh? But you were close to tears when you were speaking to me over the mobile phone.’

“Well, isn’t there a saying that goes like this: When God closes a door, he opens a window? I was too upset then and felt that God had either forgotten me or had given me a window that was barred from outside.”

“What’s a window with bars?” He said in all seriousness. “Our little Joey is no ordinary man – even if you close all the windows and doors, she would still manage to blow the roof off.”

I nearly died from laughter.

007

On the flight back to Beijing, the person who sat next to me was a rather old lady as old as my mum. She was extremely friendly and chatted with me throughout the entire flight. When the plane touched down at the Beijing airport, Mr. F was already there, waiting for me. The old lady commented that the young fellow had great energy and spirit, and inquired who he was.

I giggled and replied, “He’s my brother. Auntie, if you know of any suitable ladies you can introduce them to him.”

Mr. F was used to me speaking gibberish, and didn’t bother to expose me. Instead, he silently grabbed my luggage and began walking forward.

The old lady replied disbelievingly, “That’s your husband, isn’t it?”

“You’re able to tell?”

“Obviously, your eyes lit up when you saw him.”

Now that I think about it, there’s some truth in what the old lady said – no matter how tired I am, or how unhappy I’m feeling, I always manage to cheer up whenever I see Mr. F. Using the words of our dorm leader, the way I look at Mr. F is similar to the way the dog in her house looks at a sausage – all that’s missing is us wagging our tails in delight.

When one person loves another, it’s something that can never be hidden. If you don’t believe this, go watch Stephen Chow’s A Chinese Odyssey – when Immortal Zixia looks at Monkey, her eyes are filled entirely with love.