Maximize Interest, My Money Grows Infinitely-Chapter 81 - Xiao Meier Yearning for Marriage
Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Xiao Meier Yearning for Marriage
Chapter 81 -81: Xiao Meier Yearning for Marriage
(The last chapter was removed, so it might be confusing as it deleted the process of tuning the game.)
(Tong Jialu, sweet little M, just to clarify.)
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Ding Zhaohui is treating someone tonight, not his coworkers, but rather the leader in his upcoming life.
Chen Cheng sat at the cash register of Wanbao Hall swiping on his phone when he arrived.
“Dacheng.”
Chen Cheng looked up and replied indifferently, “Oh, you’re here?”
Ding Zhaohui looked toward the private room area, “Did you reserve a spot?”
“Would I not reserve a table with Uncle Ding gracing us with his presence?” Chen Cheng teased him.
Then, from under the cash register, he took out the cordyceps, famous liquor, and cigarettes that Chen Donghai bought, “The things you asked for, all prepared.”
“Right, I will take care of them soon.”
Chen Cheng looked at him alone, “Where’s your esteemed guest and your old man?”
“On their way.
I just finished work and hurried over to check things out first,” Ding Zhaohui pulled out a cigarette.
“Don’t you trust me to handle things?”
Ding Zhaohui also gave a jibe, “I wouldn’t trust you.
But with sister Meier here, I’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“Hey, my temper!”
The two of them were casually bantering back and forth when Xiao Meier walked over.
“Li Dinger.”
“Sister-in-law,” greeted Ding Zhaohui.
Xiao Meier happily said, “Xiao Cheng told me early in the morning that you were going to treat us, so I had the kitchen prepare a few more signature dishes.
If it’s not enough, we can always add more.”
“Great, thanks Sister-in-law.”
Xiao Meier then asked, “So, who are you inviting?”
“His future father-in-law,” Chen Cheng answered first.
“Ah?
Father-in-law?” Xiao Meier widened her eyes in surprise, “Didn’t you just mention starting a relationship the day before yesterday?
How come it has moved to meeting the parents so fast?”
Ding Zhaohui lit his cigarette and said distantly, “My home and her home were old classmates, both sides thought it viable and decided on this.”
“Besides, I’m not getting any younger,” continued Ding Zhaohui, “It’s also time for me to settle down.”
Xiao Meier asked curiously, “What does the other party do for work?”
“Works as a counselor at Haidian University.”
Haidian University, also known as Beijing City College, got its nickname as it is located in Haidian District.
Years ago, due to the small campus and students not needing to live at school being able to go directly home after classes, it was also called Haidian Commuter University.
But Haidian University’s retention rate for graduates staying in Beijing ranks at the top and it’s often joked: You may not necessarily have friends from Tsinghua or Beijing University, but for sure someone who graduated from Haidian University.
“That’s a pretty good job!” Xiao Meier showed genuine concern like a good sister-in-law, “So, the girl, what about her?”
Ding Zhaohui looked up nonchalantly, “Sister-in-law, with my looks, could there be a problem?”
Xiao Meier couldn’t help but laugh, “You kid, still narcissistic as ever!
I remember, out of you four, you were always the one most fond of looking in the mirror!”
“Hey, why bring up these trivial old stories?” Ding Zhaohui laughed, waving his hand.
Chen Cheng remarked, “This is your sister-in-law reminding you, don’t let that air of arrogance slip out later.
Wouldn’t want to scare the girl off!”
“Hey, my temper!” This time, Ding Zhaohui said so.
It wasn’t long before Ding Mao entered Wanbao Hall a step behind.
He was very excited seeing the shop reopened.
Especially after seeing Chen Cheng, admiration was evidently overflowing in his eyes.
“Uncle Ding,” Chen Cheng approached warmly. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
“Cheng Cheng, you really made something of yourself!” Ding Mao nodded repeatedly, “You revitalized Wanbao Hall so quickly!”
“It’s all thanks to everyone’s support,” Chen Cheng responded.
Xiao Meier also came forward, “Uncle Ding.”
Seeing Xiao Meier and Chen Cheng together, Ding Mao said, “I heard from my boy, you’re now with Cheng Cheng?”
“Yes.”
Ding Mao nodded continuously, “Not bad, not bad.
After all the twists and turns, you two still chose each other.
So when are you planning the wedding?
You’ll have to invite me for a drink!”
“Father, our own family affairs aren’t even settled yet, and you’re already worrying about them.”
Ding Mao raised his body, “Hey, look, this kid is getting anxious!”
“Isn’t it because you, elder, are so eager to have grandchildren?” Ding Chaohui retorted, “I will definitely…”
“What else are you thinking of doing?”
Ding Chaohui backed down, “I’ll definitely have two for you in three years!”
Xiao Meier didn’t pay attention to the banter between Ding family’s father and son; instead, the word “wedding” struck a chord in her heart.
Her eyes inadvertently lingered on Chen Cheng’s face, showing a shy smile.
In fact, her life with Chen Cheng was already no different from that of a married couple, sharing meals, living, and managing Wanbao Hall together.
And she had long harbored feelings for him, it seemed like they were just waiting for such an opportunity to truly be together.
“Sister-in-law, don’t rush to serve the dishes later,” said Ding Chaohui.
“Let’s talk for a while first, then we’ll serve.”
“Ah?
What?” Xiao Meier was stunned.
Chen Cheng saw through her thoughts and said with a smile, “You know about our Wanbao Hall’s service, don’t you?”
Ding Mao said, “Cheng Cheng, join us later!”
“Alright, Uncle Ding!”
Shortly after, a couple with a girl around twenty-five or twenty-six years old came in.
Ding Mao hurried forward, “Old classmate, welcome, welcome.”
“Old Ding!
Haha,” the man laughed joyfully, “We’re old friends now, just a casual meal will do, no need to be so formal.”
Ding Mao shook his head, enthusiasm undiminished, “Hey, inviting you to eat, how can it be not grand?
It’s a matter of sincerity!”
“Uncle Zhang, Aunt Cui,” Ding Chaohui got serious again, greeting each in turn, then said to the girl, “Yuan Yuan.”
Zhang Jingsong is a professor at Beijing University Law School, and his wife, Cui Min, used to be an English teacher at Renmin University High School.
Their daughter, Zhang Yuan, looked like a well-bred lady, quiet and refined, wearing a pair of glasses.
From this perspective, Li Dinger and their family were quite well-matched.
“Well…
let’s not just stand here,” invited Ding Chaohui, leading the three to a private room.
Before leaving, he gave Chen Cheng a meaningful look, saying, “Dacheng, come in later!”
“Okay!”
Ding Mao and Zhang Jingsong walked in the front, Zhang Jingsong admiring Wanbao Hall’s decor style, kept praising, “To pick such an antique place in Beijing must have been quite a hassle?”
“Not a hassle, my childhood friend’s place!” Ding Chaohui chimed in.
After everyone entered the private room, Zhao Lingfang then came in with fragrantly steaming Liu’an melon slices.
This was specifically requested by Chen Cheng, aiming to give his best buddy a strong backing by using this year’s first harvest of fine tea.
Xiao Meier looked at Chen Cheng, “Xiao Cheng, look how well they match!”
Chen Cheng turned and smiled, “Don’t we match?”
“I’m being serious!” Xiao Meier’s eyes were full of envy, filled with longing for marriage, “With their family’s blessings, Li Dinger will definitely be happy.”
Chen Cheng’s smile faded, looking earnestly at Xiao Meier, he said: “Meier, with me, you will definitely be happy too.”
