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

Chapter 11.1

He nodded his head before asking again, “Are they delicious?”

“Um…… It depends on personal preference.”

“Do you like them?”

“They’re alright.”

After purchasing my fruits, I left the fruit stall. Just then, the guy caught up to me with a bag of yellow peaches in his hand.

“Can I have your mobile number? WeChat is fine too, I just hope that we can be friends.”

Is this an actual pick-up line which I thought only existed in legends and myths? I never ever thought that I would actually experience such a situation! I tried my best to repress my delight and answered apologetically, “But…… my husband won’t be too happy about it.”

The other party was tremendously shocked, “You’re married?”

“Yup!” I showed him my wedding ring.

“It’s okay, I just want to be friends.” He gave me the bag of yellow peaches along with his name card before leaving the scene. As such, I carried the two bags of yellow peaches home in a stupefied state.

When I related my miraculous experience to Mr. F, he was extremely disdainful. “Giving you a bag of yellow peaches? What a scrooge.” He looked at the guy’s name card and further sneered, “XXX Manager from XXX Company.”

I looked at the name card. “Oh, he’s even a manager! Don’t get jealous.”

He smirked coldly, “Am I that childish?”

I left the name card on the dining table out of convenience, and went to the kitchen to help Mr. F wash his yellow peaches. A few days later, I suddenly recalled this incident, and discovered that the name card on the dining table was gone. When I asked Mr. F, he replied nonchalantly, “I threw it away. When I was cleaning the table the other day, I accidentally poured a cup of water on it.”

Usually, the number of times a certain fellow voluntarily tidies up the house could be counted within a single hand, not to mention he even “accidentally” poured some water…… The villain’s intentions are obvious.

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We returned to our parents’ home during Chinese New Year. Mr. F has a huge extended family – as he had all sorts of paternal uncles, paternal aunts, maternal uncles, maternal aunts, paternal cousins, maternal cousins, nieces and nephews, we always had people visiting every day in order to exchange Chinese New Year greetings. And with the further inclusion of Mr. F’s father’s colleagues, the house was basically chock full of people……

As Mr. F’s father is a very stern man, both Mr. F and I were always on our best behaviour when we were at home. Every morning, we’d wake up at 6:30AM and sit in the living room, yawning whilst staring at each other helplessly. When the visitors started streaming in, Mr. F’s mother dispatched the two of us to undertake the task of washing fruits.

Mr. F glanced a the people in the living room. “Doesn’t it look like Plants vs Zombies?”

Me: “Ah?”

Him: “Another wave of zombies is about to attack.”

I laughed aloud. “Be careful, if Dad hears you he’s going to give you a beating.”

“Exchanging Chinese New Year greetings in this manner is so inefficient and troublesome; the entire process ought to be simplified.”

“How do you propose such a simplification?”

“Well, we could use our mobile phones to send various gift vouchers, and the recipients could simply head down to the departmental stores on their own accord to retrieve the gifts.”