Secret Love Nest

Yacht Party pt 1

(Dayu's note: If you can remember, when I wrote the chapter "Couplely" I mentioned there that Qing and I attended a birthday party of his friend done in a yacht. Well this is it's full story)

If you are in a relationship with a rich guy with equally rich friends, you can expect to be invited to a yacht birthday party.

Fine! When Qing said we were invited to a yacht party I was so excited I grin from ear to ear.

Imagine walking along in a private yacht club port, looking at those sleek, stylish and probably expensive boats (Qing told me it is sort of an insult to call a yacht a boat but don't mind his rich snobbiness. It is a boat! Period!) while the sun is setting at the water bay.

I feel rich already! Ha ha ha

Kidding aside, I asked him what we should buy as a present for his friend.

He gave me a look. Gauge my face. Then he shook his head.

Qing: Don't worry about it. I will take care of it.

Me: (suspicious) You don't trust my taste to match your friend's expensive taste? Right?

Qing: Do you want me to spare your feelings? Or not lie to you?

Me: (exclaiming passionately) Don't lie to me! Ever!

Qing: Then yes.

Ouch! But I ask for the truth and sometimes truth really stings.

Me: Forget about that. Go buy your friend his gift then but don't expect me to finch in.

Qing: (laughing, clearly amused) Yeah, no, I won't even expect or demand that you finch in. You volunteering to finch in doesn't even cross my mind.

I want to take the flower vase and throw it at him.

What is he trying to say? That I am so stingy I won't even finch in or volunteer?! Woah! He is pricking my wallet's pride and my generous heart!

Me: (shrugging) Fine! Get that gift, give me the receipt and I will reimburse it to you. Every penny.

Qing: (frowning) You don't have to.

Me: But I want to.

Qing: Really Dayu you don't have to. I have this covered.

Me: (gritting my teeth) But I want to. Qing ah...don't fight with me on this. (With a warning tone and look)

He looked a bit taken aback and sighed resignedly.

Qing: If...you are sure.

Me: I am so sure I have to invent another word for the word "sure" to express my feelings of sureness.

Qing: (wincing) You ARE pissed. You are starting your rambling mode again.

Me: (laughing hyterically) I am not pissed. Who said I am pissed? Why? Did you deliberately prick my stingy pride? No!