Qing Yan glared angrily, wanting to kick his ass, but was surprised to find that his tight, narrow hips moved even more beautifully than Pierce Brosnan’s.
”Ah! I’m infected too!” Betty’s scream pulled her back, preventing her from imagining what his bare buttocks looked like.
Deep in a corner of her heart, a soft sigh of regret was released.
”Why did you come to find me today?”
Ding Lao Di, just finished a round of qigong and a complete tai chi set in a small park, his complexion rosy and a light sweat on his forehead, Wei Zhanyi sat under a tree, opening a bottle of mineral water for him.
You are a professional translator who is proficient in both Chinese and English. Your task is to translate the following Chinese text into English. Requirements:
- Translate accurately and fluently, maintaining the original style and tone
- For Chinese names, use pinyin romanization
- Preserve all original content without omissions
- Ensure natural and idiomatic English expression
- Keep the original paragraph structure
- If there are any specialized terms, translate them accurately
- IMPORTANT: Only give me the output and nothing else.
“You really shouldn’t be sitting down. As a big CEO who sits at a desk all day long, you should take some time to practice qigong with me,” Ding Laoda wiped his forehead and neck with a square towel.
“Looks like the teacher is living a leisurely life.”
“I’ve lived most of my life. I’ve gotten married, had children, and now I’m drawing a retirement pension and living like a parasite. Of course, it’s leisurely.” He spoke while twisting his neck and stretching his arms. “Now my only responsibility is to marry off my three daughters before they turn thirty.”
“Why the rush to get them married before thirty?”
Ding Laoda sighed. “Twenty-five is a woman’s peak period. By thirty, the chances of marriage become slim! As a father, of course I hope they all find a good match.”
Wei Zhanyi pondered briefly, raised his head with a satisfied smile.
“So, Qingyan is now twenty-three. I have at least six years to wear her down.”
“Qingyan?” Ding Laoda stopped all movement, looking surprised.
Wei Zhanyi smiled with a possessive tone, “Teacher, your youngest daughter Ding Qingyan, I’m going to have her.”
